The color of pure anger on the face of the drunken hanging pot is the same as that of a young child, and it has never changed a lot. What can I do to kill the ancient evil spirit? The pearl is naturally opposite to the eye, but it is too small for the first realm, but it has suffered a big loss.

This loss is not too big. The mark sneers back and slaps with a thump. Heaven’s Aegis lives in a failed way and destroys Cang Lan. The fall may indeed have lost our lives. The predecessors said that we were not only harmed but also lost our arms. Chapter 75 Nightmare Road Old Love Burial Road
It was dark, cold and distant in front of Cang Lan, and it stuck together with heaven and earth forever.
He can’t even hear his own breathing, and his heartbeat has become extremely ethereal. His body seems to be lost, and even his hair is as light as a feather.
This kind of complete emptiness is like the confusion and darkness when he was wandering in the air that day, and everything is gone.
But at that time, there was still a sexual fire around him, and his eyes surrounded him and he was cold and silent.
Cough out Cang Lan slowly turns around with a sense of direction, and stares at him in darkness and temperature. He is hoarse, gently coughs and spits his throat heavily, but there is still no breath. In this virtual field, Cang Lan’s body pain is clear, and when he leaves, he will break bones and muscles and blow into the body.
Destroying Cang Lan tried to recall that he remembered that he had been alone in the night of Xuanzong’s war, but he was overwhelmed by the strange huge bead.
What happened after that blinding intense white light?
Destroy Cang Lan and try to breathe. I feel a trace of free cold and hot air, and then stir up and dive. This is the most life-and-death strength of his body. At the moment, he is so erratic. He has calmed down for a long time before he can withdraw a trace of spirit from feeling empty and stare at the angular and imaginary steps.
The body turned out to be fairly heard calling out Cang Lan, and she walked with a cold figure like death from the inside. I don’t know if she was moving forward or spinning around. Even her voice was swallowed up in the cold, and she couldn’t feel the direction.
A little bit of buzzing and stabbing pain gradually penetrated into the temple of Canglan, but this tangled pain made Canglan shake gently. He looked up and tried to trace the source of the pain, and vaguely felt an ethereal hairspring sucking his essence.
The residual shock of the crazy volume of the gv 10 storm gradually surges up again, and patches of bloody hallucinations unfold before the eyes of Cang Lan. When he blinks, the hallucinations quickly stretch out and spread his eyes. When he blinks, the hallucinations quickly shrink and pull him into a tight jujube pit.
This is the memory of the violet Sect of blood night, which has not stopped for a moment since it was picked up by the mysterious array of the underworld. It has been calm but can’t stop thinking about it.
Well, the surging billow staggered stiffly forward, and suddenly the temple stung and hula turned, and the pain merged into a lang tide and rushed to the sky.
Destroyed Cang Lan was almost pulled off by the top, and he stood tall and heaved a chest. He even heard a heavy breath. He immediately straightened up and saw the darkness around him, instead of it, it was full of flames and blood.
The blood was so hot and surging, but it turned out to be a big lang. It rolled over and destroyed Cang Lan’s calf. Cang Lan’s eyes widened slightly and he was absent. In a scene of fire roaring, stoning and frightening, his ears gradually swelled, and it was heartbreaking, screaming and cruel, and his flesh and blood tore.
The same scene is gradually revealed, and the bloody drama is generally hidden in the brain. The memory tide has generally broken through the illusion barrier, and the incarnation is screaming and the wind is accompanied by the sky, and the blood and meat are the most beautiful colors to describe nightmares.
Destroy the surging billows and slowly lift their eyes, and a large piece of fiery red wind severely grazed his eye pupil. In front of his eyes, a broken but still dying hall suddenly appeared in the bloody rain, and the lettering has been dyed into broken red blood.
Qinglianzong
I put out the surging billow sound, and when I shout, I look hoarse in the gale like a savage beast spewing a giant tongue. The black robe with blood stripes rolls wildly in the wind and instantly dyes the bloody smoke.
The magic has never been stained with blood, but the black eyes have been dripping with blood.
Destroy the surging billows and feel cold. He turned out to be in a state of being killed that night. The ruins of the Qing Lian Sect were full of blood and fire, and the scene of purgatory was exactly the same at that time. However, this memory has always been clear in his mind.
Who needs to wave the palm of his hand to master the strange evil force to repeat everything in blood night?
Is it that time has fallen out, surging billows have forced me to wake up, my right hand has suddenly turned into a claw, and my chest has been severely scratched for several times, and the wound immediately oozes blood, or am I caught in some psychedelic array? What array can make the past scene so real?
Destroy Cang Lan and cover your chest with blood. The blood is so cracked in the thick and twisted earthworm’s old scar. At the moment, it’s painful. I have to wake up quickly.
Just being in the virtual limit, the palpitations are still shaking out, but it is time to grind one’s teeth and turn a few steps to climb a broken boulder that is obliquely inserted in the ground. At the top of the boulder, he can see that more than half of the violet cases are screaming and screaming like a beast in the chest, screaming and colliding.
Well, Cang Lan has been sweating and pressing for a long time, but it is hard to mobilize physically and forcefully, but it is difficult to bear the pain. Every meridian swells high, and blue blood stasis can be seen in the same hill, slowly encouraging the lines.
Destroy Cang Lan’s efforts to mobilize the true qi, endure the pain of brawn collapse and break, vaporize the cold and heat of two arms into the palm of your hand, and two groups of cold and heat melt into strange gas, and then roll it into fog and light and rush to the palm of your hand.
These two gas strength rushed to meet and broke a piece of finely Martian poisonous hot air, slamming it on the body of Cang Lan, but it was a bit of a relief to destroy Cang Lan, dragging the body with residual heavy weight, showing its body shape, and the nighthawk rushed to fly, spinning high and half.