Dragon-Marked War God

Long XIII knows that he has accepted a lot of love for Baiyun. For whom, he feels that he should forgive her, but he can't do it, especially when she thinks that she has blocked herself from saving Jiang Chen. It’s not a taste. If Jiang Chen really has something, maybe he will be more crazy than he is now.

"Well, let's not say this first. Let's take a break and prepare to go to the West Pole."

Jiang Chen said.

"Western China? Why are you going there?"

Yan Yancheng asked doubtfully.

"The monk is probably there, the land of the Antarctic Shenzhou. I listened to the guy who fights the Protoss. They said that their trip was to go to the West Pole, the reincarnation of the Living Buddha, and the appearance of the monument to the gods, all of which showed that the monk It is likely to be there."

Jiang Chen said with a dignified face.

"Okay, then we took a break and went to the West Pole. I haven't seen the monk for a long time. This guy doesn't know how it is, the strength is geometric, hey, it is impossible to be your opponent. ”

Dragon Thirteen said confidently.

"Right, Ning Jie, what happened to you? I listened to the dragon saying that you may be alive soon, let me see."

Jiang Chen cares that the safety of dancing bamboo is more important than anything else.

Wu Ningzhu breathes a stagnation, her eyes are full of desperate colors, she is so sad, she does not want to die, but she does not want to leave Jiang Chen so quickly, leaving Yan Qingcheng, she still has so many words, so much bitterness wants to follow Jiang Chen tell.

"Reassured, condensed sister, no one can take you away from me, and heaven is no exception!"

Jiang Chen tightly grasped the hand of Wu Ningzhu and said that he was afraid that there would be a sense of despair in the dance, but Jiang Chen’s heart was more confident and would never let his woman be in front of his eyes. Gradually withered.

"Ok."

Wu Ningzhu nodded silently.

"Your soul has been hit hard? This is a sign that the soul is withering."

Jiang Chen’s look is extremely dignified. Even he is helpless in the current situation of Wu Ningzhu. Her soul seems to be slowly withering until the end, even if Jiang Chen’s emperor’s soul can’t help her, but Jiang Chen is able to continue to dance for the bamboo.

"Your soul state, within ten years, is estimated to be completely withered. Although I can't save your soul now, I will never let you hurt. In the millennium, I will use the power of my soul. To protect your escort. In this way, we can also find a solution as soon as possible. When my strength reaches the royal kingdom, it is estimated that there will be a solution. For a thousand years, it is enough. You can rest assured, Ning Jie, I won't let you lose me, and I won't lose you."

Jiang Chen said tightly, dancing and condensing bamboo.

"Really? For a thousand years, even if it is not cured, I am satisfied. I thought that my soul really has to wither."

Wu Ningzhu heard Jiang Chen say for a thousand years, and his heart was completely settled, and he was relieved. This millennium has been too much for her.

"If the little dust has said it, it will never be a word. Confucius, we should believe him more, how about a thousand years? We must stay together forever, not just a thousand years. In the realm of the gods, A thousand years is just a snap."

Yan Liancheng took the hand of dancing bamboo and gave her a solution.

"After rest, we should go."

Jiang Chen looks at Long XIII, a group of four people. At this moment, he is ready to go to the West Pole.

West Pole China, Moro County, through the seclusion, Wolverine Mountain.

Thousands of miles of Shenzhou, thousands of miles of snow, running through a circle, snow shadows, wind and frost, the entire wolf mountain, are covered with silver, the sky and the mountains are connected in a line, the momentum swallows, but Yu Yu.

Wolverine Mountain stretches endlessly, hundreds of thousands of miles, one side of the wind and snow, one side of the sun is flattering, above the majority of the pass.

Between a snow-capped mountain, the red-eyed snow of the three eyes is staring at the woman with long hair in front of her eyes. The woman is white and white, seemingly purer than this ice, her eyes are dead. Deadly staring at the three beasts in front of me, the heart is extremely nervous, facing the three beasts, she is almost inevitable.

On the white clothes, there were some scarlet blood, abnormal glare, the storm still curled up, and the goose-like snow fell, blowing people unable to open their eyes. On the woman's cold face, filled with wind and frost, but it is difficult to cover up Shi Fanghua, the coldness and perseverance of her mouth, so that she is even more indignant, like a monument that will never be ordinary, even if life and death have not bowed.

Three extremely fierce beasts, constantly squatting, slowly approaching her, the invisible oppression, let people breathless. How terrible the beasts in the early days of the Three-headed God, it goes without saying that for her, it is quite difficult, and after some fighting, although they have lost one of them, they are also seriously injured. It is hard to get to the sky to escape from here.

This thousand miles of ice veins, thousands of miles of snow-capped mountains, this is the land of this snowy hail, and she is seriously injured, she is difficult to escape. I wanted to get the sleek refining of this snowy hail, but I didn't think about it. I didn't think that the chicken was eroded, but I was trapped in poverty and the situation was quite dangerous.

"Do I really want to die here?"

The white woman murmured, her face is full of desolate colors, her current strength, no one, can not compete with these three beasts, ran out of thousands of miles, she has been unable to run anymore It is.

"Abominable human beings dare to kill our people, you must die."

The snow and ice roared and said, constantly slamming the huge chest, indicating their anger and hatred of the white woman, the three beasts besieged down, trapped her in the middle, completely nowhere to go. .

"Even if you die, don't think too much."

The white woman said in a cold voice, the sword in her hand, the temperament of the air, sweeping the snow, and facing the difficulties, even if she knew that she was not, she did not retreat, she could only fight in the end.

The three snowy hail completely ignored the impact of the white women, and they were blocked by the volley swords. They continued to approach the white women, and the three fierce beasts were arrogant, and they opened up a big horror. Huge waves, snow fluttering in the sky, the white woman was once again shaken away by the snow hail, the face is incomparably ugly, the pretty face is full of desperate colors, so if she goes on, she is destined to upgrade.

"puff--"

The snowy hail was shot out, and the long sword in the hands of the white woman was also broken. The horrible waves rolled up, and the three beasts screamed like thunder, and the white woman was once again hit hard.

Her eyes stared desperately at the void, life and death only between a thought, and now she is nowhere to go to heaven without a door.