Time shakes.

It has been more than a month since Yun Jiansheng and Pilonon, but although the war ended, the impact was far from being eliminated.

For a few days, the five domains that were quite prosperous, but now they have become clever and bleak.

The worst.

It belongs to Zhongzhou.

Most of the monks' death did not say. As the main battlefield, there was a raging flame, and the blood sprinkled with pimiro after the death.

It will not be able to bear it when it is close, and it is almost completely turned into a Jedi!

Half a month ago.

Those who were lucky to survive outside the outer region also left here and returned to the ancient Cangjie.

Are you mood.

It's hard to say.

Except for the fear, just regret it!

Especially they heard that in addition to piiro, the mainland also had the gods, and when a living god family was sealed, they ran faster!

It's terrible!

Before coming.

They are full of confidence and transcendent mentality. They think that they will suppress the indigenous people in one hand and put their chances to be included in the pocket.

After coming.

They trembled, such as the thin ice, first educated by Gu Han and Mei Yun, and then after this shocking battle, they felt that they could keep their lives, but they burned Gao Xiang.

An opportunity?

What is the opportunity?

Is it not fragrant to live well? How can you be so greedy!

In this life!

Never come again!

Don't come!

When they left, they all gambled in their hearts and vowed to make their minds!

Nympho

East waste.

Dayan dynasty, Kyoto.

After the war, the fat man and his party temporarily settled here.

now.

In the palace of Fengxi, everyone has no words, with wind and frost and fatigue on the face, and the eyes are full of concerns.

Even Zhou Ye and Wang Yong.

I also lost their minds for the time being.

"Where are you going?"

The fat man sighed.

"This king's eight eggs ... How long did you just come back and playd missing again!"

They are worried.

Naturally, Gu Han.

Before more than a month, Feng Xi returned to the Eastern wasteland, and after handing over Longyin and Long Jian to the cloud war, he informed everyone Gu Han and Chongming's chase and killed the cloud map.

It was just that in this month, they almost turned Ximo to the bottom of the sky, and did not see Gu Han's trace.

The only discovery.

It is a trace of blood from the cold residue outside the ground.

period.

Several feathers and Yan Qianjie joined forces to enter the depths of the forbidden area, but they were forced back by endless magic shadows and strangeness halfway, and they could no longer go deep.

And where they went.

It is too far and too far away from the valley full of people.

"senior."

Yan Qi murmured to himself.

"He shouldn't ..."

"No!"

Zhao Meng's martial arts are white and interrupted his words, "He will not die! He can survive like the dead game of Xuandan Pavilion, this time he ... will definitely be fierce!"

On the side.

Xue Yu, Zuo Yang, and Yu Miao also nodded heavily.

"well……"

Mei Yun just sighed, but couldn't help any busy.

far away.

Feng Xi didn't say a word, her complexion was still a little white. It seemed that a month has passed. Her injuries did not recover at all.

There is still sadness in her eyes.

Yan Huang's death.

After all, it makes her difficult to release it.

When everyone was unprepared, a sigh of sighs sounded, and the shadow of the two people fell in the room.

Cloud war.

Yunfan.

Compared with before.

Yun Zhan's Xiuwei has reached the territory of Yuhua, and there is still a hint of inexplicable coercion on his body, and Yun Fan ... Xiuwei has reached the peak of extraordinary realms, and one step is to enter the holy realm.

These improvements.

Naturally, it is brought by refining the dragon seal and Longjian.

Feng Xi glanced at Yun Zhan.

"Is it?"

"It becomes."

Yun Zhan nodded, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his eyes ... and worry.

Yan Huang was dead.

Separate the sadness, the curse in this dragon seal needs him to bear it.

Can't escape.

Can't escape.

"I do not understand."

Yan Qianjie frowned slightly, "Why don't you refine all the two things? In this way, your combat power can naturally be higher."

"no."

Yun Zhan shook his head.

"Long Yin, Long Jian cannot be attributed to the hand of one person, it is the rules of the ancestral pulse."

"certainly."

There was a hint of memories in his eyes.

"This rule was later available ..."

In fact.

At the beginning.

Inheriting the Long Yin, it is equivalent to inheriting Long Jian.

only.

Long Yinlong Jian returned to one person. If the person had something to do, the two as well as Bao had a great probability of permanent loss, and the risk of no longer found.
To be continued...