"This power does not belong to you, you are too weak now, you can't control this power. As for how to go out, you know the bottom of your heart." He turned his long body, fluttered in red, and shocked.
High hair is high, slender as fluffy. He walks away, and he is about to enter the shady in front of him.
"Who are you!" Ling Tian roared angrily.
The long -haired man suddenly paused, facing Ling Tian on his side, and said coldly: "Another personality of your personality!"
The air is stunned from this pupil, as if to condense all the surroundings into ice.
Then he put his head positive, and his long body was buried in the shady in a blink of an eye.
"Wait!" Ling Tian quickly chased it, but unfortunately the figure similar to him had disappeared. He rushed left and right, but the vision in front of him was still dark.
He sat on the ground discouraged, smashing his right fist fiercely on the white ground, and his mouth was angry and said, "What kind of ghost place is this!"
Just as he was discouraged, the dark places suddenly glowed with Jinhuang's light. The bright light shone on him, warm people like the sun that shot in the early morning.
The white frost under the feet suddenly grows green grass, flowers are germinated, Baicao Fengmao, and the green grassy carpets are spreading to the surroundings like a fluffy carpet.
I made a long sky.
The sky is as blue as the sea, and the large snow -capped white clouds flutter in the air, close at hand. The bright and gentle sunshine strikes the earth, moisturizing everything.
Several shadows followed, and the colorful butterflies of the ups and dances flew together. When Ling Tian's eyes, they did not forget to linger for a few laps and bloom the glory of life.
It seems to be connected to the sky here. The sky that was far away seemed to be reaching out at this moment.
Ling Tian raised his hand slightly, but unfortunately the wind flushed butterfly was shocked, and a few of the pniac butterflies took the fans to spin the long air.
The rising dandelion rose with the wind, opened a hazy diaphragm for the empty blue sky. A stunning flower swayed and charming, the birds were singing and happy, and the fragrance was full of flavor.
Vitality and vitality.
"Wow! Is this the top of the sky, so beautiful!"
A sound of excitement rushed from behind Ling Tian, Ling Tian got up and turned around, and the two figures stood on the boundary of this Shengyuan.
"Yeah! This is the peak of the strong people in the world, the downturn of the sky. Only the famous strong in the world can step into this place. I heard that coming here is what you dream of.
"A kind and thick voice from one of the burly people wearing a golden robe.
The man is healthy, with a long blue hair root, and the whole body is exposed with a shocking momentum.
"Thank you Father! Why do you seem to have changed a person today, so gentle and considerate to me?" A surprise voice rang.
By the side of the strong and strong man, there is a young man who has faded from the tenderness. He looked at his father with his head and admired it, and worshiped like a giant in the sky.
The burly man looked at the youth with his head tilted, and connected to the eyes of the youth.
"Since your birth, this king has always avoided you, because you are the most guilty person in the king's life, and I have been paralyzed with coldness.
It can't be solved. "The burly man's eyes were covered with strong self -blame, and the rough face was also stained with endless pain.
The young man heard the physical and mental earthquake, and a few broken red petals fluttered with the wind, rolling in the sight of the two people.
The transparent water layer is brewing in the eyes of the youth, and a water marks roll down along his cheek.
The past is like smoke, and the painful memory emerges in the middle of the youth.
When his mother's teeth were learned, the father looked at himself with no expression. His two pairs of watery eyes showed the joy of joy. The two pairs of hands stretched out the father Wang, and the words in his mouth were vague.
"Dad ... Dad ... Hug ~"
The father's face was cold, and the cold pupils revealed the aura of the world. He chose not to open his face indifferently, and walked towards the distance regardless of his disregard.
The baby watched the tall and strong figure that was getting farther and farther away from himself, and he was extremely sad inside. The little hand he extended put it down, crying and crying.
Time has been in a hurry, and it has passed in a few years.
He can now speak, love and calligraphy, and be proficient in. He is a heavenly abandoned person, and he cannot cultivate forever, but he is not desperate.
Wang's recognition and love.
On that day, the wind and the sun were beautiful, the sun was bright, and the scenery was unlimited. Outside the large Tianmen Royal Palace, the father and the king's preparation rate was expelled.
When he saw his father forget to bring his sword, he hurried to his father's room and picked up the sword, and then Mercedes -Benz, who was quickly whipped to the father, raised his sword high and panting: "Father ... Father ...
… Wang! You ... the saber. "
The father was ready to get on the horse. After hearing his voice, he did not return. Instead, he kicked the horse, his eyes looked ahead, and he did not run the horse, but he had to wait.
When he saw his father's indifferent, he thought that the sound he shouted was too weak, so he wanted to raise the sound and shouted again.
A child moved to change the shadow, setting off a strong wind, and came to him. The rich mysterious power opened, shocked his thin body a few steps.
The child raised the long sword holding the sword in his hand and said with a smile at his father's hee.
This child is his brother, but the talent and qualifications of cultivation are superb and unrestrained, and they are excellent. They are sought after and loved by people inside and outside Tianmen.
After hearing the voice, the father turned his head to turn his head, and showed a kind smile to the child.
"Really sensible, indeed the son of the king's pride." The words, the father of the father raised his arm, and the long sword in the child flew into the hands of the father.
After receiving praise, the child laughed and opened the flowers. The army behind the father and king also rang a miscellaneous discussion.
"These are also two princes. Why is one of the absence, but the other is the extraordinary person?!"
"Oh! ~ Since the strongest person in the world has a waste son, it is already spreading outside."
"If I am Zong Wang, I will throw this waste person directly!"
Nympho
The sound of disturbing people's tinnitus hugs in his ear, making him a sense of dizziness. He bit his lips fiercely, holding his long sword tightly with both hands, and the glory of his eyes gradually dimmed.