Heavenly Tao does not understand the dictatorship, and every sentence you say is statement.

God moved forward calmly, indifferently passing by the group monsters of the 36th islands.

The big demon of the thirty -six islands went to welcome the keel. Since the prince went to the northwest, no one greeted, no one stopped, but only did he never love or hate it.

Chishui ran out of Xizhou.

The terrain of Xizhou has changed completely, no longer crushed, no longer folds, and no longer tilted from northwest to southeast. The new mountain wilderness forms a new Dajiang Changhe. The landslide of the landslide, the rolling up and down the sandy gold flowing into the water veins, gathered into a rushing roar.

Ancient wishes echoed.

From the place where the land of Yiqiu, the witch who spanned most of the people rang the drums, such as the weaver girl's wiring, and guided the rivers of large and small to gather together and ran into the sea. Chishui has been led to the floating island in the northwest, and then stopped and stopped moving forward.

Witch island to worship, guide Chishui to flow around floating islands and irrigate.

The prince crossed the big witch who prayed and prayed, and stepped on the island he finally dared to come.

Ding Ding Dang, Ding Ding Ding.

If all the silver bells on the wood rang together, it was like playing a song for a long time. Throughout the ancient sea, the ice and snow of the entire Xizhou melted. However, the island died on the island and a square monument under the tree, still covered with layers of Xuanbing.

Tick.

A drop of blood dropped along the green knife scabbard.

That is, after the god of the king boarded the island, another person, one in Tsing Yi with blood, boarded the floating island.

The prince did not look back.

The emperor put his hands on Ruomu, and the vibrant green light emerged, without the trunk.

His face still has a shadow of three or four Ye Cang. He stared at the back of the prince. There are too many words to say ... I want to say that Lu Xiao Xiao, Master Liu is still there, I am there, Taiyi will not destroy it, can’t you destroy or not? Will die; I just want to be Ye Cang of Taiyi, and my brothers and sisters covering my life; I also want to say, Tai Yi is still there, you can't come back?

I want to say so much, but can't say a word.

People who did not understand what were good attention at first, now with the anger and sorrow of the ants, also see the beauty of the ugly. The prince who originally walked down the clouds for the ants had been forced to be mad and indifferent, and she could no longer feel the breathing of the world.

The impermanence of the world just mocked everyone in this way.

哢 哢.

The gray ice shell was broken with the hard stone stele.

The ice shells are broken layer, exposing Ruomi inside. The stone monument was weathering, revealing the stupid monster that had already been dead inside. It still opened its eyes, and the huge left hand was firmly holding. Even if Gu Qingshui was killed, he didn't know what it was in his hand.

God's hand fell on the stone with blood.

The dead stone statue suddenly spread out his palm. Floating islands vibrate, the ground fire runs up and down, and the roots of dark brown trees are broken out. In the sound of the feathers, there seemed to be a sound from a distance ...

... Flying Birds will come to the seeds elsewhere. When the seeds fell on the island, when the strong wind stopped, the seeds would take root and bud into a bright sea. That's spring.

A seed rolled down from Shi Yi to death.

Small, gray -brown.

... God, you see.

Birds have been here, leaving the breath of spring.

Divine Sovereign's face was indifferent, the icy mask was shattered, the gust of wind ruffled his shattered sleeves, his arms were covered with bloodstains, and his face was also covered with bloodstains. The blood was intertwined and crisscrossed, turning his whole person into shatters. He raised his head, opened his hands, and screamed in pain.

The group of monsters in Thirty-Six Islands suddenly turned around in the sudden gust of wind, only to see a blood-red figure rising from the ground.

Tai Yijian was dragged out by a long bright line.

The line seems to be white, and it also seems to be red.

It's like he seems to be insane, but also seems to be awake.

...Shen Jun... The silver dragon soared in the air, as if the keel of the Thirty-Six Islands had risen, and was going to return to the east, and it seemed that Arong died and was resurrected... Little Master, Little Master... It seems to be Ye Cang raised his head and shouted, and it seemed like a million Taiyi was shouting... Young Master Qiu... It seemed to be Lu Jing, and it seemed to be Zuo Yuesheng...

Just before Ruomu was revived, the tide subsided, and the rising sun was about to rise, thousands of voices that had been suppressed for a long time finally came like a tide, and they were mixed.

He doesn't want to listen.

I don't want to hear it!

When Lu Jing and Lou Jiang, who were covered in blood, arrived, they only saw a familiar and unfamiliar figure, holding the Taiyi sword and dashing towards the sky on Ruomu, who was connected to the sky and the earth. Opened Zhou Bi's final journey to the end of the world - the real Northwest Gate of Heaven was opened.

Central Continent, the east of Kongsang.

At the moment when Ruo Musheng was born in the northwest, the Moon Mother threw Xuanji Yuheng at the fiercely plow mound.

- Northeast Tianmencheng.

A steady stream of fresh wind gushes out from the Northeast Gate of Heaven and swept across the twelve continents in the world. Previously, the heaven and the earth shook together, and the endless foul air that was shaken out, together with countless residual miasmas, was swept away by this clear breeze. The mountains and thousands of rivers rush out from the darkness, and under the stars, they look like crouching dragons.

Tens of thousands of dead souls and wild ghosts, carried by the sky wind, returned from the heavenly gate that was split open by the sword of the gods and returned to the suddenly quiet wilderness.

... Chaos is divided, the ghost is formed, the gate of heaven is connected, and the spirits and ghosts come and go.

...Since then, the miasma is gone, the wind is clear, and the cycle of life and death.

... God has a place to return, and soul has a place to live.

...

The wind through the hall blew away the 8.2 million-word "Qiheng Tonglu" of some bookstore, and the old paper was rolled into the air.