The Devil Restores: I Can Transform The Great Love

Chapter 381

The Jiangbei Underworld was outside, looking at this place for nearly a hundred years, he carried the coffin away, bringing it away.

This was the last time he had defended this court.

The four great masters hurriedly followed, their inner gazes all revealing complexity and seriousness.

In the world, there is a breakthrough demon cultivator, unquestionably attracting forces everywhere in the eyes, someone wants to prevent Jiuzhou from appearing in this form a great power exists, someone watches him after the evil defeat, someone hides in his heart does not want people to know the purpose . . .

The directions converge.

This is a certain battle.

This old man seemed to be clear on this point, carrying the coffin, unwilling for this locality to bring any trouble, a little bit towards the city to go out, bring this battle “Chaos”, bring out this castle.

He was a little cuffed, every step was extremely arduous.

Zheng Guan was moved backwards, and he suppressed the force and cut it in half.

In the coffin came the echoing demon.

The waist giant was also forced to bend more and more, every step that fell, was a deep footprint.

The grandmasters had no way to help.

The evil and the old man pitted, at this moment had begun, life and death or not, it was not that they could get involved.

They are capable of doing it, only left and right, excluding all outside the factor!

At four o’clock in the morning on the empty street, the streetlights suddenly began in the morning at night, then completely extinguished, the ghosts below, each one blackened the silent shadows of the people.

“Take The Big Wei!”

“. . .”

The old man carrying the coffin, step by step forward, one by one, shouted loudly, and joined the team.

Someone spontaneously lights up the field, with no particular effect, a kind of prayer.

Someone swung the white banknote to pave the way, the bridge opened, and released the old man with a way of life.

The old man carried away the coffin, and he reluctantly laughed.

“A bunch of little beasts, this is deadly, do you think I’m going to send you off?”

“That’s fine.”

He seemed to have something to think about, one foot on the banknote, the french was much faster.

A few steps later, Wei moved forward, but the face above, the divine color was incomprehensible.

“Master . . . Still captain?”

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He was impressed, he was in a relationship, he could do this kind of thing, only these two people, let’s just say they were all going to die soon.

Because these banknotes are all born out of forbidden limbs!

Otherwise, it is not possible for me to give birth to this kind of help, on the oppressive person, easily half-young.

Wanting to get so much, Chu Jiang wang was almost incapable of doing it.

Wei Giant looked at the four sides.

Rustling the autumn wind, there was no one left on the street.

“Who~”

Finally, he sighed heavily, which could only be attributed to his faulty judgment.

So it’s still Chu Jiang wang who spent the great world because he himself prepared tricks.

At four o’clock in the morning on the street, the sound of the contingent passing by, the killing gas was overwhelming, and a bunch of dead soldiers did not fray, wanting to go to a battle, they must die!

Luo Xi fell every step, invisible roar would sweep out hundreds of thousands of meters, hearing this sound, ordinary people, would fall into a deeper level of sleep.

The road surface above is very rough.

Carrying the coffin of the old man, one step did not stop.

The golden paper opens the way, the glass of heaven worships the gods;

The soul-strung sword, the one who risked his life!

The team walked to the side of the suburb when, around them, there was a thin layer of fog, each wave of groaning from outside the city, as if there were monsters waiting there.

At this moment, his face was white, his spine was forced to almost transform, every step, he wanted to stop for a while, the dharma became more and more arduous.

Zheng Guan was heavy, not just talking.

Let alone the inside of the corpse that is constantly rising, all kinds of people scratching, crying, moaning, colliding, all at the mouth of the coffin, the heavier.

Above it, a zhang automatically exfoliated, turning into ashes.

The devil thoroughly awakened, it wanted to be even more powerful than any time.

Wang, there is no suppression!

As the team went to the outskirts of the main road, the time had gone to nine or ten points, and it was possible to sharpen the sky from beginning to end when the light was not bright.

The amount of white fog covered the four sides, in the fog it was like a strange shadow was dancing.

They moved stiffly, their articulated bodies were very inflexible, jumped, jumped one, jumped one, jumped one, jumped . . .

This is a kind of self-dancing old man, sometimes showing his legs around a watermelon, sometimes his hind legs standing upright, one hand in front of one hand, learning a great russian look, sometimes making a monster go around . . .

Look over full of effective comedy.

But at the match without a laugher, everyone seriously began.

These “Wooden People” danced more and more diabolical movements, etched into each person’s head, even if they turned their heads without looking, they would not be able to stop the reminiscence.

One by one, the image deepened.

It’s like the lake goes into the soul.

Until the end.

One by one, the limbs were eventually uncontrollable, jumping up and down the same choreography, quickly directing the thick fog to the depths.

Arbitrary in their bodies mixed with demons screaming and roaring, all of them did nothing!

“Three ”

A stick snapped.

All the dancing sounded stagnant, erect in place.

In the crowd, a daoist wearing golden silk framed glasses, the corners of his mouth slightly raised his body, went out, one step at a time, and thousands of thousands of daos sounded at the same time.

Leaning at his feet, stepping on not many people!

“Underworld, Luo Xi, sect.”

Yin Luo’s words below, the fog in the depths of each wooden person, exploded, skulls, bodies flew.

One by one, the sound was wrong, also at this moment restored to normalcy.

“Keep moving forward!”

Sun Zhengwen said in a low voice.

In the fog, it was transmitted to the terrifying-level grand master of sound combat.

Not far away, the road next door had a village, on the roof of which hanged one village after another, all of them glaring at the two eyes, staring fiercely above.

It’s very bizarre that they obviously don’t change into demons, giving people a kind of creepy feeling, like they’re alive!

Get close later.

In the fog, it is possible to vaguely see a bit of the body flying.

There’s resentment, there’s evil, there’s tears, there’s blood.

Several hundred demons, vaguely standing in some sort of ancient battle.

A terrifying aura suddenly began to flood, bringing a little white mist dyed to dark red, bringing with it a frightening qi, hitting the team.

The places that passed, the grass and trees died.

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Even the great land brings a layer of dust.

Sun Zhengwen frowned, walked into the group of people in front of him, and the lake for these weapons was extremely abstinent.

“Poetry, resentment, evil, demonic tears, blood . . .”

Dao Xuan took a step forward, pointed at his knuckles, and muttered: “The five souls are in battle, so the evil spirit battle, still passed down, I am I Dao Ming, liquidate the sect!”

His face rose coldly, squeezing a spell, his hand in the air sketching, a long one and a half meters long, the broad face appeared, hitting the deep fog.

Then look towards an azimuth.

“Old Sun, I’m going to kill the evil one, let you kill this little guy from this place, an easterly way, don’t turn around, meet the demon and kill, you can break the battle!”

Sun Zhengwen looked at the four sides a little, nodded: “They listened to the order, killed!”

Taking the three patriarchs, a caravan of people killed out.

The men from Dao Xuan talked to the azimuth to rush in, the others so that the great sect master wanted to abstain from the killing spirit, actively avoiding a path.

It’s a battle that has to save the students.

If you don’t reach a certain level of battle, you want to be surrounded in it.

On a normal day, the Dao Xuan, there is such a territory, a little bit of bringing the opponent’s method of the battle to explore, with the method of determining the opponent’s battle, so that the student does not fluctuate.

This is purely the moral battle above.

As he stormed into the deep fog, there was an unbelievable sound.

Jiang Chen looked a few times in the fog of demons, the smoke point, the inner compulsion of emotions, temporarily unavailable.

Because he’s transparent.

It’s too early.

It didn’t come to me at the time.

The ace opponent is not yet enlightened, his side naturally comes to save the card.

“Ai, Old Wei, I’m for you old man, but you break the world, give up to the mouth of the duck, turn your head to get 1 million accumulated points.”

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The spirit was depleted. The old era collapsed, leading to the demise of the prophet. Humans must adapt to a world without spirits.

From there the age of magic was born. The old era is hidden by the heads.

Then one day, the spirit spirit restored, the old era ruins with tens of thousands of years buried underground began to appear.