Unparalleled Emperor

Dao Ling’s nephew opened, and at first glance, he noticed the weak face of the peacock. His heart was tight and he said, “Peacock, Peacock, how are you?”

"Daling brother, I am fine, it consumes a little power." The peacock shook her head, she smiled, but the voice was very weak, and she was watching the Taoist for a month. Her consumption was huge.

"This is called a little power. Why don't you wake me up, consume so much source in a row, and you will lose your life!" Dao Ling's eyes are red, the more the source consumes, the more the longevity is broken, some people Will be killed by life!

"Daling brother, I am tired, don't be a murderer."

The peacock snuggled in the arms of Dao Ling. She was too tired for a month, but the sound went to sleep with a kind of tenderness and groggy.

"If you are tired, you can sleep." Dao Ling put the peacock on the bed. When he got up and walked down, he almost fell to the ground. He felt the body was weak.

"Kid, you will move if you are too big."

"You are awake!" In the eyes of Dao Ling, there is a joy. He has peace of mind where he can feel at ease. With the knowledge of the soil, he will surely find the best solution to solve the murderous murder in his body.

The spirit of the Dao Ling penetrated into the hole for a day, so that the operation was a bit, the Taolin was shocked, and the true **** practice improved. He felt like a god!

Dao Ling didn't have time to think about this matter. When he came to the cave, he was entangled by Qing Er. He said aggrieved: "Big brother, where have you been during this time, don't come see me."

"Qinger, I have something during this time, and things have been solved now." Dao Ling picked up Qinger and placed her on her shoulder.

"Big brother, you look at the food star grass, the food star grass has been sleeping for more than a month!" Qinger pointed to the food star grass speed road.

The heart of Dao Ling sank. When he was hit by the sun **** furnace in the past, it was the food star that protected the lifeline of him. Dao Ling was lucky enough to escape his life.

Otherwise, the tombs have long since fallen, and the flesh may be burnt into a group of ashes.

Three vines have been broken into dozens of pieces, each root is divided and even some parts are blackened