God-Level Choice

Lin Xiner has been with Chu Feng for so long, and she already has the answer in her heart, but she still stubbornly stands by his side, which shows her choice.

This requires not only courage, but also determination!

"So, to raise his wind, you can't hold his hand..." Lin Xiner clenched her teeth, which seemed to be telling herself, but she was also encouraging herself.

Hearing this, there was a wry smile on the corner of your mouth, and you looked at Lin Xiner, he was as gentle as water, but he was very decisive at critical moments. "I'm not as good as you..."

When they returned, the pot had exploded below, and Chu Feng had taken away all the souls of 867 and made Weijiao of each family miserable.

All the bones were broken, some souls were shot, and the soul was torn. The worst, it seems, are the orcs.

The huge beast was lying on the ground, bleeding profusely, sticking out its tongue to lick the wound from time to time. The sound in his throat is like a little paparazzi who stepped on his tail, looking miserable.

Oda Tiger couldn't bear to look directly, so he just closed his eyes.

The avenue is like a god, very beautiful

No one thought that Chu Feng, who has been outside for many years, can really stand up for a whole day, suppress Tianjiao, and lay down his invincible potential!

It was lost together with the Fallen Immortal Heavenly Sword. Although the immortal souls are not burning, they are all Fang Chen's immortals, which is surprising enough.

Therefore, although it is beautiful, it has committed a big taboo.

How can the remaining troops give up after the spirit capture is over?

At some point, the Asgard, the sanctuary of God, was surrounded in the center. Like a torrential rain, Tianjiao was out of breath after returning from Yucha, the sanctuary of the gods.

Gathering here can be said to be the peak power of all the wide worlds!

Taking old people out casually is like moving mountains and filling seas, turning hands into clouds and hands into rain. At this moment, power is at play. Who can carry it? Even the sky is reddened and pale with futile breathing.

"Don't be too happy," the Holy Master of Nine Serenities said coldly (cfab). "Do you really think you can eat in the sanctuary of heaven? Believe it or not, I want you to change masters at Shenxiu Peak tomorrow?"

A cold smile curled up on the corner of Gu Bai's mouth, and he said, "Are you fighting? Yingying, don't let the Wannian Foundation of God's Holy Land be destroyed in your hands!"

At this time, the old Weishi, the two imams, startled up, and the whole body's breath exploded like Shen Yang, and the whole body was full of the power of the Primordial Spirit Sect.

"What's the matter, are you jealous? Go to Zhongwei and flash." My apprentice is not capable. What should I do if I lose?

Although today's situation is like a landslide, Tianming knows that it cannot be soft. If it's soft, it can really be a slap in the face.

Qingluan Yaozun is like a pinhole, with menacing eyes flashing in his pupils, absolute wind blades spread all over his body, piercing the void, showing the power of immortality, everyone is out of breath.

That is the existence of the peak of the Duguang Festival, a powerful force!

At this moment, there was a cold voice: "You human race, don't go too far. Have I been silent for too long? So that you have forgotten the majesty of waiting for me?" He is confident in speaking in the Yaozu. After all, no one has the status of immortality. He is in Yaozu, and there is a great statue, including Rolling Stone, Qingluan and Gusong! This kind of power is enough to make one's heart palpitate.

A cruel look flashed in the sky, he gritted his teeth and said, "Have you forgotten how poisonous your Starbucks are? Don't let me die...".