Several people shouted at the same time, forgetting death and everything, leaving a sense of great war.
The figure has already disappeared in the roar, but it reappears on the other side of the border.
At that time, there was no prison, underworld and world, and there was this shore and the other shore.
The woman stepped out of the red-violet business fire and burned the whole shore unscrupulously.
Tragically, she called the river bank to open blood, and the light flashed. She offered a sword to kill and swept thousands of heads, and the array law burst. Even the blood was burning and flying in the red-violet fire.
On the other side of the shore, those who have lost their lives have forgotten the Sichuan River, and they are in a state of panic. They are eager to cry and cry, and they are sad. There are five aggregates, four blissful and hazy abstinence from life and death. In the regulations, fear is separated from fear, and it is not a disaster, and the end is full of sorrow and sorrow. The poor and the living feel that they are not mistaken.
I don’t know who sang the nocturne in the darkness, and the death story echoed in the sky gradually melted into a low voice, and there was a sadness mixed with a little madness and despair in the softness.
Chapter four hundred and fifty-five Killing in ancient battles
The altar old man’s eyes are full of extreme madness, and his hands are clenched into fists, and his heart trembles, and the world trembles with him.
Millions of people on the altar screamed and looked gloomy and sad.
The blood woman bent down and picked up a handful of blood-stained snow, which melted into blood and slowly slipped through her slender white fingers. It’s not enough.
She straightened up and walked barefoot through the cold earth, and her eyes closed gradually, and her sad tangible eyes swept around.
There’s smoke everywhere, war everywhere, bones everywhere.
She slowly raised her head and looked at the opening to the east. There is not enough blood. The sound is neither too big nor too hot
Sob, the north wind is cold and biting, and the words with a slight blame spread with the cold wind, and a terrible murder broke out in the battlefield.
Kill several wild ancient demons face upwards and yell together. This roar is earth-shattering. In that roar, heaven and earth tremble with a dharma-shaped momentum. generate, a number of wild ancient demons, is more integrated into this roar.
The roar of the central god shocked the clan soldiers to raise a way to resist the bitter feeling.
An earth-shattering roar broke out in the crowd.
Howling loudly, but unable to wake up the desperate idea of survival.
Everyone showed despair and looked at the constant death around them, from the beginning to anger and finally to panic
They flinched.
Look at that many times as dense as the intruders, they have no courage to fight again.
The black dragon throne in the surging skeleton army
Segmented reading 24
Insert the killing sword directly into the ground and devour the flesh and blood of the creatures. They are bloody and red.
That sound is crazy, cruel, cold and chilling.
Where the demon army passed, it screamed, laughed and roared all over the place.
Terran retreats and retreats.
The old man’s eyes were red and his face was ferocious. The terrible sample was so crazy that he looked like a spectre now.
Is there any hope? Is there any more? Muttered huskily with bitterness and long grief. This Amb Lee floated out of the altar as if the wind were mixed together and vaguely confused.
The open old man screamed sadly, and black blood was dripping from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth, but his eyes were still crazy and persistent.
From the beginning, a group of people never stepped back, looking at the overwhelming battle, their faces showed a look, and their eyes swept back. Their compatriots were sad, angry, nai and blamed, but they didn’t flinch at all.
Behind them are their people and their relatives. If they can retreat, they can retreat.
Can’t return it
Even if you die, you have to build a human wall with flesh and blood
They roared with sadness and determination, desperate to kill.
A soldier’s left arm was directly torn, and he staggered backwards for several steps. His face jumped up with a ferocious roar and raised his right hand to throw a bloody spear.
Spear gives a strong to the extreme cold with a crazy incredible speed crashing straight to the eyebrows of the woman who bent over to pick up flowers
If that spear can penetrate the void,