In the flame, a soul.

Vaguely white.

Chapter 113 Thank you

The dirty wind wrapped blood.

The dark wasteland ushered in an unprecedented ceremony. In these four seasons, there are no places for candlestra.

In a ghost city, 100,000 falling deserters, with the same elegant words of the same twelve continents, sang a big sacrifice song similar to the same form of various pools in various cities of the twelve continents with the same tone. The sound of hundreds of millions of points in the sound, there is no person who hates the fiery fire in the city than the deserted waiter living in the ghost city.

"Make God God, the god of blessing the world

Sher soul, casting my city

Wind and happy

I don't know the death of the soul

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The existence of Shenhuo is like a mirror all the time, not looking at their ugly face.

The sage is not dead, and the thief is endless. [1]

Ming God is not dead, the demon is more than the demon?

Finally, they waited for thousands of years in the desert, and finally waited for the day of God's death. As long as there is no bright god in this world, as long as everyone is a demon, there will be no demon in the world.

The entire ghost city was burning.

The huge cloud whale bone raised his head in the carrion and rotten blood, making an invisible sound. The deserted envoys stepped on the ancient times and shook the bells in the fire of the bear. Their faces were blurred by the dark red light, leaving only a distorted black shadow, as if countless demons were singing and dancing.

Xin Xixin, God's will die!

Taking the city as the furnace, the blood as the fire, the rehabilitation is re -returned. The soul of the center of the high platform is getting darker and more dull. As the fire is dark, the residual soul gradually shows a thin -cut figure.

Every time the fire was hovering, the sleeves of the white robe fluttered once.

Like a piece of paper, you have to ignite yourself.

He failed to succeed.

Countless dense silver silk passed through the soul, covering him like a cobweb, and every time the fire was about to ignite, the silver wire tightened and destroyed it.

Xie Yuan, who was renamed "Mr. Drama" after rebelling the Tianshu House, proposed this method after successfully casting three evil soldiers -collecting the dead souls born in the dark for three thousand years, with them as the citation and quenching the soul.

There were too many city gods, too many demon, and too many people died in that big robbery. Not all people and monsters are as lucky as the mountain spirit of Chaocheng, and can be protected by the god of the prince. It is more that the fog swept the fog, and the millions of beings could be swallowed before they reacted.

All the memories of their lifetime were forgotten, leaving only the sorrowfulness and pain of being eaten at the time of the disaster.

The crying and pain of those dead souls was forcibly poured into the soul of the prince. To save the world, the calamity of the world is triggered. If you want to be intimate, the three are endless ... what else is more ironic than this ironic, which can make a god monarch who wants to live for a lifetime?

"... ， ， 佑 佑, the god of blessing the world

Sher soul ... "

Hosting the desert of the gods to wear white wishes, imitating the original Yunzhong City wishes the teachers to worship the princes, worship and worship, and meticulously recovered the ancient ceremony of Yunzhong City, which has been lost for a long time, is everywhere. The standard ceremony of the god of sacrifice gods has nowhere to reveal the opposite ecstasy that the monks needed for sacrifice.

It is exactly the same as the ecstasy when the former Zucheng City Zhu Ge Qing sought to obtain Zuling.

It's all spiders grinding their teeth and sucking blood.

It's just different from Ge Qing, who wants to get rid of the shackles of Chengzhu's identity, and wants to use the spirit to create a pair of invincible evil soldiers. The purpose of refining the remnant soul of the gods in Nether City is to create an indestructible cornerstone of the barren city.

Right now, the Great Wilderness has evolved its own city, but the city built on skeletons and carrion silt is oozing blood all the time and slowly sinking all the time. So every once in a while, it is necessary to find enough bones and flesh to lay the foundation of the city again.

If you can refine Shenhuo, it will be completely different based on Shenhuo.

That will be the best cornerstone that never sinks.

The human world will never know how much the Great Wilderness envy them, just like the living people will never know how much the dead souls envy the spring breeze and summer they are accustomed to... Even though the human world is so humble and so small, there is the most powerful god who is willing to break bones for mountains and rivers, However, the Great Wilderness will accumulate rotten smell and evil thoughts for a long time.

It's not fair.

But that's okay.

The time of the god's death has come.

"...Forge my city!"

The chief sacrificial Huang Emissary chanted loudly, the soul silk tightened in an instant, the blood and fire flew into the air, and gathered into an evil dragon with blood dripping from the temples.

thump—

The direction of the dragon's fall deviates, rubbing the hem of the god's clothes and hitting the ground.

Not only it, but all the barren envoys swayed, and the whole city sank suddenly at that moment... No, not just at that moment. The sound of dong dong's footsteps came from far to near, and it was still coming quickly. It was as heavy as the ancient Kuafu striding in the dark again.

But as early as the end of the Middle Ages, the Kuafu family had already died!

The chief priest Araghi turned his head and looked in the direction of the footsteps.

Not boasting.

It is an old man with frosted hair and broken linen shoes.

Guiguzi.

Common name deer search.

The moment Yongzhou Elder Muhe opened the gate of heaven with his body, the face of Guiguzi, who had been trudging through the great wilderness, changed greatly. He directly took out seven peach wood nails, corresponding to the wooden figures of the birthday left on the Nether Road, and nailed them into his seven orifices. In an instant, a raging fire ignited from Guiguzi.

Instead of waiting for his body to die to turn his soul into a lamp, he directly set himself on fire.

Living people become lamps.

It was also at the moment when a living person became a lantern, Guiguzi discovered a secret of the ten thousand li Nether Road - on this Nether Road, the power of all the life and soul lamps are linked together. That's why Dahuang clearly disliked these life and soul lamps, but he never made a big effort to clean them up.