A Paragon of Wuhun

The second thousand twenty-four chapters Chen Feng will die! (5th explosion)

Another one is directly loud to accuse the dead wood, saying: "The dead wood is old, you do this too much, just find a little girl, say she has a black water, the blood, you are simply in the ancestors, ! "

Amen had a group of party feathers in the long-term conference, and the forces are very big. I heard that my boss said, their party feather immediately dried up.

At this time, the old mouth of the dead wood is a smile, and the heart is soft: "It is waiting for you to jump!"

He suddenly screamed: "Give me a chapter!"

He prestige, this roar, let everyone scare a hop, shocked to look at him.

The dead wood is bored, and a blood is sprayed directly, spurting this little girl full face.

Then, he stepped on the seven stars, walked out of a mysterious array, stepped on the earth.

At this time, he was a blood sprayed, shouted: "The spirit of the ancestors, I am in the name of me! Please come here, in just right!"

As a result, the soul of 100,000 meters floated in the sky, and the moment was pressed down, and directly went to this little *, almost the destruction of this small *, and the power was unfortunate.

However, this huge ancestor soul is wearing the past on this small *, and there is no harm to him.

Next, the body of the ancestor soul suddenly burst into countless colorful ribbons.

Then, this colorful ribbon is actually entangled directly into this small *.

Seeing this scene, everyone seems to have realized what happened, but the face shocked, but it was a mouthful, and even a little movement did not dare.

I am afraid that the movement is the next thing that will happen.

Next, the body of the small * is actually rushed to countless colorful light waves.

Then, this countless colorful light waves gradually condensed behind her, and eventually condensed into a pattern of black water.

This black water is seemingly long,

It is extremely incomparable, and it has no god, the whole is very sluggish, like a dead.

With the colorful light waves, it is gradually incorporated into its body, and its eyes suddenly become smart.

Suddenly, it's a bomb, open a giant mouth, like tearing the sky, swallow the sky.

A silent sound wave is shocking, and all the people of all black water, the tribe, go to the old, down to ordinary people, it is a hard leg, directly down to the ground.

Then next, they seemed to wake up from the huge shock, and they sent out: "Black Water Solid Snake Blood, Black Water Solid Snake Blood!"

"Old Master, it is really a black water, Xuan snake, blood!"

There is already the people who have been the year-old black water tribe, tears, open their arms, joyful:

"Old Master, you will finally don't want my black water, the tribe, my black water, the tribe, the rise is expected!"

Everyone is like crazy, it is generally shouting.

In the end, all the shouts are all incomplete roar: "Deng Qi, Deng Qi!"

Everyone is like crazy, everyone thinks is a thing: now the quarry will appear again, they will be able to lead my black water and Xuan Snake tribe to step on the peak.

With the existence of the Queen, everything is possible!

And the two hostile elders, the face is pale, and a sentence dares to say.

Because, this little * is reflected in the body, it is the blood of the black water, which is the topmost to high blood of the black water.

In the face of this blood, everything is pale.

The dead wood is high, and the woman is loud, shouting: "Today, let's go to the emperor!"

All black water Xuan Snake tribes are all waving weapons in their hands, shouting loudly: "Deng Ji! Deng Qi!"

In an instant, the entire tribe is mobilized.

I only used it less than one hour, a luxurious high platform was built, and it was put on a golden throne, and he was extremely unparalleled.

Then, a lot of moon came up.

She is wearing a black robes, and she is embroidered with a golden silk wire with a pattern of black water. It looks noble.

As a mother of the Queen, her identity is very very trying to drink.

And she hugged the truth * stepping on the stairs, came to the throne, quietly sat down.

Her heart has no excitement, but the look, but calm, he is more seen, do not know how much life and death, have already learned to control emotions.

A grand ceremony, all the seniors came to see the queen.

Those who have not dealt with dead wood, although they are reluctant, but they don't dare to violate the will of the whole tribe, and they have a general trend. They have to bow.

The dead wood is standing next to him, seeing this scene, showing a lot of smiles on the face.

Finally, the ceremony ended, and there was a lot of trouble.

When everyone leaves, the Moon is slow to stand up and look at the old old, whispered: "You promise me, can't forget!"

The dead wood is smiling: "You rest assured, I promise you to do it."

"That Chen Feng, will die!"

On the night, I finally passed.

When the next morning, the sun came quietly from that heaven, finally, almost continued to kill the whole night, and quietly stopped.

Tongtian river is taken with a red, sparkling.

At this time, Tongtian River is also quiet, just slowly flowing, just if the wrap is narrow, the big demon of the boundless waves, never have emerged.

This is the Tongtian River, the one who appeared from time to time has been dyed as a red river, as well as the monster and human body of the human body, as if to tell everything happening yesterday.

Chen Feng lightly smoked and went to the edge of the cliff.

At this time, there is a wind strike, Chen Feng listened, in the wind, wrapped in a painful embarrassment.

There is also a voice with some sad shouts and even crying, and Chen Feng is inexplicably blocked.

Suddenly, there is a dramatic bell rang.

The direction of the bell came, is the poetry, the gods, at the same time, a vast and stable voice, but also slowly sounded: "The disciples of the inner hospitals are coming to poetry."

Chen Feng and the uncle are looking at it, both of them are nodded.

Then, Han Yu took the blood wind in his arms, three people together, plundering in the direction of the poetry god.