He actually knows.

Knowing what you should do, knowing that one day, you have to walk again, not to come from the great desert to the world, or from the world to the desert ... but this way is cold and cold, cold to wearing a red fire, and then wearing a red fire. Drinking liquor is nothing to do. He didn't know if he could go to 90,000 miles.

So you want to escape, hug, and make trouble.

He doesn't want much. As long as there is such a righteous journey, one moment is completely loved, so that is enough, and he can take another 90,000 miles of ghost roads.

And some people want to give him more.

The revenge light closed the eyes gently.

……very nice.

He is also happy.

He laughed, leaned down, and the unreal fingers passed through the flame, as if to take away the temperature of the bonfire.

"It's not cold."

He whispered and said to himself.

The revenge light no longer stops, and the figure has not entered the flowing fog, and the sleeves are rolled.

………………………………………………

White paper money was rolled together by the wind, and was spread out by the wind.

The girl who made a needle was kneeling on the wall of the city wall and cried. Mr. Shi Shi, who was talking about, talked about the windy moon for a lifetime. In the end, he had only time to give her a small bag. He carefully hid the copper plate that she lost to him every time.

Han Er, who was frozen with a leg, stood behind the stack. The mean monk Lu, who loved him, appeared on the city wall, but jumped down and saved people with a good job. He saved three people.

Some monks who guarded the city came to lead them, and Yaolang in the city was carrying a basket, and the orthopedic bones were wounded one by one.

I don't know who it is, sang a soul -recruiting song in the dark fog.

... Soul is discrete, why is you going?

Don't return the Quartet, Junhe is more?

Why is it ominous?

Once upon a time, there were also people from the witch sang soul -recruiting songs, worshiped by the bonfire. The big witch who presided over the ceremony repeatedly read the return of the return, and dared to mistake half of the place names. Their songs were like a thin light, guiding the way to return to their hometown.

"The soul is returning! Thick soil fans, they only stop.

The soul returns! Gao Tian Wuji, it only stops!

""

The white lights were fluttering, and the mountains suddenly passed through the mountains.

He remembered every place of the original place, and there were 90,000 miles from the ghosts from the world to the giant.

There is no moon in the world.

He could walk again at these 90,000 miles of wind and dust.

Chapter 110

The soul -recruiting songs gradually became more and more, but there were fewer and fewer paper money. Most of them fell into the fog and were swallowed by darkness.

fair enough.

Paper money is for the dead. Isn't the dead soul wandering in the fog? Maybe a piece of paper money fell into the hands of Dad's daddy.

Han Er thought muddy, and limped back with the broken legs rescued by him to find Yaolang. As soon as he turned around, he stunned. At the beginning, he thought that his feet were completely frozen, and he found that something was wrong ... It wasn't that his feet were completely frozen, but the entire city wall was shaking and shaking.

"Dragon flipped! Dragon turned over again!"

The people on the wall shouted at the same time.

The huge despair almost crushes a lot of people. After the rest of their lives that had just hit the fog in advance, why did they meet the Dragon Turn over again? Staying in the city is the ground dragon turned over, and the city is here in advance. There is no way to escape before and after. Are these deserted people who are destined to go all the way to their grave?

In the panic, the monks and Mocheng in charge of Mocheng wishes to the women to fly on the walls, while letting everyone calm down, they do their best to take the crowd to go down the city and enter the spacious places in the city.

The city walls are narrow and crowded.

Han Er turned the child on his back to his arms and bent with his arms. In the crowded, Han Er was squeezed and hit the wall stack. After the back was stacked tightly, Han Er suddenly realized that the vibration of the city wall was not like the vibration of the ground dragon turned over, more like ...

Like the shock of the drum surface!

Oh!

Oh!

If the soil is drum, heaven is drumming.

The tall giant spirit gods are in the head of their heads, with thick footsteps, holding a shocking mountain hammer, and a hammer and one hammer to the ground. One blow, as if the earth was regarded as an iron -cast iron.

Time seemed to suddenly go backwards.

Return to the Taikoo era.

Under the command of the god of white in white, the gods holding the sledgehammer's beating people contained the essence of gold and jade, and beat the hard crust, creating the hard cornerstone of the twelve continent land. Now, the gods who cast the mainland have returned again. But unlike the original, this time, they waved their soldiers, not to open Xinjiang to expand the earth, but to destroy the thick soil.

The undulating ridges were wiped out of the non -tame, and the sprayed magma turned into a Mars that broke out when the hammer collided with the iron.

Small.

Crush.

Leaded with Lu Shenchuan, Mo Yanyu, Boyu monk, and fish, the people in the immortal gates gathered into a four -elephant formation method to fight against the Xianmen traitors who voted for the empty mulberry. Sang chiefs. The gods also knew that their own coming could not last for too long. In the shortest time, they crushed this group of ants who tried to challenge the gods.

The attack gathered over Puyang Mountain.

Every hammer of the Giant Ling Tianshen fell, centered on Puyang Mountain, and a thousand miles, sank once, and there was a line of blood in the ears and noses of everyone. It was not until now that Lu Shenchuan would have cut their bodies. At that time, Zuo Liangshi welcomed Gu Yu's difficulties and incredible in the nine cities of Canda.