The fog rushed across the ridges, and the lone moon stars were covered by the black clouds. Countless dead soul wild ghosts roared in the fog. The ghost crying and laughter mixed with the ghost, and the hell that synthesized the shudder of all beings.

The heavenly road falls, the world falls.

Lili.

Twelve continents blood rain.

One after another.

Boyu monks, Mo Yanyu, Yu Shi, half -sons, etc. fall into Chaocheng with the remaining few people. They stood on the dying Shui Ze in the crystal orchid, looking at the Sha Ting in the center of the city, silent.

Sha Ting Danmu.

Shi Wu Luo's figure became more and more illusory, and his breath became more and more stunned, but somehow did not know why, he never completely lost his mind. He didn't look at the person who stepped into Chaocheng, but just leaned over his head, listening to the heartbeat of the revenge thin lamp ... It was very light and light at first, and it seemed to be illuminating.

The blood began to flow, and the temperature began to return.

Shi Wu Luo got up slightly, staring at the eyebrows of the revenge.

Mu Ying fell on the eyebrows of the revenge light, and she was slanted. He described it with his fingertips, tilted down along the thin branches, and paused for a moment when he touched the corner of his lips ... The teenager was still a good dream, he would not wake up anymore, and he would not hold his fingers anymore. Shi Wu Luo bowed his head and kissed his heart carefully.

The fire is like a lamp, illuminating the face of two people.

A bright and cold.

On the contrary, it overlapped very much.

Regardless of the world, no ceremony.

Why do you need to cover up love?

Blood rain is getting bigger and bigger.

The unknown mountain forest wilderness disappeared, and the lakes covered with a layer of lotus fell downwards. Pure white, pink lotus was burned by magma, and the lights of three or two lamps were swallowed by black mist; The torrent swallowed the bonfire beside the carriage; the wall of Mocheng collapsed, and people cried and hugged together, retreating back.

But where can they retreat?

Thousands of people are dead.

"... Do you still do n’t do it?!" Fortunately, the gods who had never died talked down, "He has fallen demons! Going to the world will become the second big waste!"

Fenghua Valley's swordsmanship could not bear to his head, and the master of no Zen sighed at his eyes, and Lu Jing looked at his brother subconsciously, and he was so confused that he returned to the child who was crying in the martial arts. The ground fire gathered into the Red River, roaring and rushing towards all directions.

Lu Shenchuan took a step forward.

Stopped again.

Yuemu suddenly laughed.

She covered her lips with blood, and she couldn't say the charming, and she couldn't tell. She laughed and asked, "You are falling from the demon now. If he wakes up, do you kill you or not to kill? "Shi Wu Luo didn't answer, she smiled more and more, almost talked back and back," Hahahaha ... Would you like to bet on? "

Lu Jing looked back at her.

Those who entered the magic was obviously a teacher Wuluo, but she was mad.

Yuemu smiled in the blood rain.

The smile of the smile is as strong as quenching, and it is also like the demon flower that blooms in the hopeless hell, with such a strong resentment and solemn sadness.

"Come and bet," she smiled all her brows and words, "Gambling, watch, he woke up, would he watch the destroyer of the world? Will it die again?"

Lu Jing died in place.

He finally understood where the sadness of Yuemu's smile came from. She was completely mad, but she was awake. She saw the story of the story earlier than everyone ... What is the use of saving him? Can he watch you die? Can he watch the destroy of earth? You save him, but let him die again for you.

The more you love each other, the more you escape the more you die.

... Don't say anymore.

Lu Jing covered his ears, squatted slowly, and shed tears silently. Tiandao is collapsed, the twelve continents are destroying, thousands of people are dying, old people, children, men and women ... They may really really stop the teacher Wu Luo as the shit. But before tonight, the life of the gods who had been with the gods for so many years, how can I hold the sword?

"Luo Shi ..."

No Zen Master spoke, what he wanted to say, and couldn't say, but in the end he could only close the palm and low.

"Amitabha."

"The Buddha does not cross the crosses ... not to cross the idiots, do not cross the sadness, and do not cross the delusion," the lips of the monk moved, he looked at the center of the city, and he was sorrowful.

"Uncle!"

Several red monks in the calendar scream.

The monk did not seem to hear anything. He paid three worship towards Danhua Mu, and then jumped up and laughed. While laughing, he ran towards Mocheng, who was swallowed by the fog. Each step is out, leaving a deep golden Buddhist seal on the ground. Each step is out, the hair that has been shaved has a inch, and the shape is taller.

His hair was emitting and rushing barefoot.

Running all the way, singing all the way, like a golden body.

"It is difficult to say, sadness and difficulty, so delusional, the Buddha does not cross me!"

Thousands of miles rushed through, Mocheng appeared in the field of vision.

The gate of the city has collapsed completely in the earthquake, and the black rushing into a city without retreating. Walking back and retreating backwards, some urban people were crying, and they retreated with their hands with the deserted flowers. There were also city people who roared, pushing forward the deserted flowers, people like a beast, and like a fairy god.

A golden giant palm fell from the air, grabbing all the beasts with others as a shield, and throwing the dark darkness.

Baizhang Golden Buddha fell in front of the city gate.

The Buddha's face was like a demon, and his arms were as high as walls.

"I hate it, don't cross the Ecuades, I will cross the robbery, and don't cross the Buddha!"