The faint whisper of the destiny of the virtual method suddenly clenched his teeth and growled, how could this kind of occult art be picked up again so soon after it was lost?
Cang Lan has long been lost. I remember that attacking the fog in the human world is the essence of the virtual method, but the fog in the former site of the elegant gate is simply eroding the flesh and blood. Could it be that the two kinds of fog are not controlled by the underworld, and the fog in the guard camp is replaced by the one with reduced power?
A flash suddenly stung Cang Lan Tianling. Since the virtual method has long been lost in the underworld, who will help the underworld to regain this method? If so, the fog that destroyed Qinglian Sect on that day may not be the end of the underworld.
Waves of storms swept through Cang Lan’s heart and knocked him dizzy. He immediately held down his forehead and stabilized himself as if he felt close to some truth.
But the truth is still completely different, an invisible but real black hole slowly sucks everything into it and falls into pieces.
Canglan out Canglan just calmed down a breath and suddenly listened to the fierce Qingyang break and suddenly turned around and stepped on the golden steps.
Fierce Qingyang pulled out Cang Lan to the carving bed, leaned over and held down Jiang Yu’s trembling body and shouted, "What’s going on?"
Don’t move out Cang Lan and bend over to see Jiang Sorrow’s body swell up slightly. The meridians are shaking like a balloon filled with gas. It comes from the depths of the body and vibrates like a dull drum, slowly but firmly knocking the drum head to rupture.
Destroy the surging billows and immediately press the pressing Jiang Yu Maixi, and the chaotic vibration will almost directly turn his fingers back to others and bring some sedative pills first.
Go to Destiny’s Storm and be taken aback. Immediately, lift yourself up and call on the guards on both sides to leave, listen to the swishing wind and count the fog, and rush to the hall at the same time.
Put out the surging billows and hold down the fierce Qingyang Road, which is out of breath. Don’t hurry back. I think something is wrong.
Jiang’s predecessor, the fierce Qingyang, was wiped out by Cang Lan and pushed back a few steps. I clenched my fists and hit the bedpost hard. I will never let this woman go.
Destroy Cang Lan’s heart and think of the mark. He has not yet said it to the fierce Qingyang. as one pleases gritted his teeth there with that little anger, but it was a cold wind blowing in his heart. Love can’t hate it.
Suddenly, I felt that my hand was burnt out, and I couldn’t help but press my teeth like Jiang Yu’s convulsions, calling on the destiny and others to retreat
See a carved bed floating purple mist lingering and heart-rending twisted as if vaguely synthesizing a distorted face, destroying surging billows, holding down Jiang Yu’s fiery arm, bulging like a black rib hill, and bouncing one by one.
If it seems like weeping and lamentation, the spread of dark black fog is actually pushing the white fog of Emperor Xuanzong of Heaven back. In an instant, it has filled most of the temples, and even the fluttering soft curtains are self-effacing, and the black fog winds the flying curtains all around like cracks.
A diabolical gas strength continuously penetrated into the palm of Cang Lan’s hand. He immediately launched a cold heat through the palm of his arms. magic eye made a low noise and slowly opened the tiger to curb the little beast, which made the diabolical gas strength slightly slower.
But more diabolical strength stirred Jiang Yu’s body and mercilessly rolled his meridians upside down and destroyed Cang Lan’s lotus flower agitation method. Suddenly, a blur has been pasted by a steaming black liquid.
Er, when Cang Lan was destroyed, he immediately dumped the pungent burning smell of black water and kept hitting his chest. He couldn’t help coughing for a few times and opened his eyes. He said that this smell was fascinating in Jiangmeng’s main body, but it had merged with the essence of blood corrosion in the underworld.
While Jiang Yu-yu is standing on the side of the broken wound and facing the black wound, the dark green ghost light is faintly moving. As the wound ruptures, the sadness and cold crying become clearer and gradually merge into a harsh tide.
What is this destiny? The backhand sword is drawn to flicker, and the broken candle of destiny is blocked behind you. When you give an order, you will see many guards coming out of the white fog, and they are full of fighting spirit.
Constantly crossing the chaotic evil wind seems to be a number of ghosts flying wildly in all directions, but even a trace of real appearance can be captured and destroyed. While holding down Jiang Yu’s sorrow, it seems to burst and his body will grind its teeth and drink "Qingyang" to help me stop them.
What is blocking the fierce green sun? It has blocked the surging billows into the thousands of miles behind it, and the tip of the sword keeps spewing bright sword gas, but he sees pieces of flying shadows.
It’s hard to extinguish Cang Lan’s breath, and he is almost overturned on his back, and his hands rise with hissing strange black smoke, while Jiang Yu flies into half a large black smoke and surrounds him. A huge black shadow gradually takes off from his body and covers him high.
A partial temple became gloomy and gloomy, and the dark light forced all the people into the yellow road, and the clouds were covered in a black shadow. In the wind, the devil may cry suddenly became more rampant. Listening to the collapse of the black shadow, it broke a large piece of white debris and suddenly screamed like a beast.
Destiny, wind, cloth, enchantment, destruction, surging billows, and a glance at the snow-white debris, collapse, illusion, light, personal teeth, retreat, fierce green sun, double backs on the road, and a kind of feeling ghost is formed.
That Jiang’s predecessor, fierce Qingyang, shivered slightly with a sound on his back.
Like a moth breaking its shell, the sound of surging waves is extinguished, and like a god of death, it is the shell that fades away.
Damn fierce green sun suddenly turned to meet the most intense direction of harsh evil wind and shouted at the twisted and rotating shadow in the middle school, "Uncle is not afraid of any ghosts."
Qingyang destroyed Cang Lan and saw the black shadow rolled up, and the evil wind was hauntingly thick, which was the most repugnant thing for the fierce Qingyang body. But in that small place, it was impossible to grasp one step and push itself away.
But two green lights are faster than the fierce green sun, and the two sides cross the side face and go straight to the strange shadow, but the wind turns into a lazy man flying into the ear of the blue sky. Don’t you want a lot of feather-turning killers? I am ready. Chapter 57 Clear light breaks something congenial and ice lotus protects evil spirits.
Destroy Cang Lan’s eyes, the light flashes, and the lip angle moves. Thank you, Mark Gong.
See the two green light rushed to the zenith, a bang burst into pieces, but from each piece of broken light, the slender figure quickly stretched into dozens of Tsing Yi killers, and those rippling ghosts were wrapped around one place.
Violent corrosive gas hissed and swayed completely out of the temple. Canglan stepped on the blood fog and carried the magic light to break a piece of evil wind. The ghost went straight to the shadow of the body that was above Jiang’s sorrow. At this time, he saw the light blowing and the sword whistling and breaking through the evil wind.
Sharp sword sound directly tore out Cang Lan’s ear side skin. He slammed his head, but he saw the fierce green sun’s hands flying high with frost. The huge black shadow confronted the huge black shadow, which slammed two arms and rolled black smoke. Suddenly, he squeezed the fierce green sun in.
Drinking fierce green sun in a rage, a thousand miles of frost, a sonorous turn, directly cut through a large area of black smoke filled with corrosive gas, and failed to stop the teenager’s figure. In an instant, it seemed as if it was heavy and heavy, and almost all the tiles in the temple were lifted off.
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