Legend of Fu Yao

Going on first, then I heard the sound of the door in the back room... I didn’t know it later..."

What happened later, no one can know.

The unknown object that bites off half of the body of the sea in the water outlet, then the owner of the tomb, who is sitting in the room and not rotted, will become the last murderer of Ronaldinho who may not have escaped.

The battle of Beiye was silent, sitting on the gravel floor of the white bones. He was still straight and his wet back was black as ebony. He continued for a long time. "Wait for a long time."

The dim light and light came in from the cracks of the cliff, illuminating this narrow deep valley, and seeing those who were dying, or those who were born or dead, saw the dead white bones in the gravel, the faint reflection of the light, and then slowly faded Go, change the moonlight and starlight.

When the new moon is hooked and hung in the middle of the cliff, there is a dead silence in the battle of Kitano, standing up, calm way, "Go."

Everyone stood up silently, followed him, stepping on the cliff step by step through the cold moonlight.

The grass grows on the cliffs, connecting the rolling mountains, a mountain road down, the end of the mountain road, on the farther plain, the hustle and bustle of the city is in sight.

Standing on the top of the cliff, the black robe in the north of the battlefield fluttered in the wind. He looked at the big city coldly, watching the thick and thick walls of the birds, watching the calm flashes of the city shine like stars. A flash, watching the most brilliant direction of a certain light, the bottom of the eye, slowly passing a Sensual look.

Then he turned and looked at Ahai's new grave. He looked at the Ahai New Grave, and the last three of the Eleven people in the black wind.

The last three people, two people were injured and one was disabled.

The wind rushed over the cliffs and slammed into the rocks, seemingly to let some fierce strengths smash out the unwilling anger of blood.

The new grave was silent, and the loess was flat on the grave. In the forefront, Ji Yu slowly used his hand to remove the sand and stone, and suddenly opened his mouth and sang low:

"Black Mountain, wind and thunder, returning from him, mourning my son..."

"In returning, mourning my son..." The rest of the cavalry sang low, low and thick voice, swaying on the grave, scattered in the evening wind at the top of the cliff.

The elegy of those who belonged to the dead, staying in the West Cliffs of the Changchun Mountains forever, drifting day after day, echoing the most secret and most tragic death of this era.

The eyes of the battle of Beiye finally fell on the face of Meng Fu, who was relatively far away.

The tears in the eyes of the girl are brighter than the stars, and they see the burning flames in his heart. The flames so violently lick all his will and soul. He hears the sound of his body blood screaming.

He looked at her, slowly opening his mouth, and his dark eyes covered the darkness of the universe.

He said:

"Shake."

"Ok."

"You wait and wait, the death of Scorpio."

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In the spring of the seventh autumn, Tianzhu Liewang and Beiye were attacked in Pinggu Peak in the Changchun Mountain Range. They were forced to sneak into the long forest that was known as the "forest of death" and no one could come out of the body. Everyone thought that he would die. However, a few days later, he unexpectedly appeared in the western end of the Changchun Mountain Range. He passed through the Qianli Mountains on the night of the third day. No one knows how he crossed the death zone. This became the secret that Tianzhu Liewang never knew in his life.

It is this incident that opened another new era in Tianzhu. In that era, the best men and the best women gathered in the seven-nation stage, staged another legendary change. .

In the history of the story about the experience of the Tianzhu Lie Wang, only a few words "Qianqi seven years, spring, Wang rushed to the wild, three days later." No one knows how many blood and tears are recorded in the course of the thirteen words. And thrilling, no one knows that there is a girl in the thirteen-character journey, along with the words that are plain and painful.

The giant wheel of the era slowly turned and ran over the conspiracy calculations that were eager to move, and ran over the future of the scorpion that would be like a paper.

Seven thousand years, Tianzhu, who's the autumn?

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(End of this volume)

[The third volume of the celestial master]