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Whispere, I have an inexplicable syllable, it is an old discourse, like a sound of sacrifices, and it is a curse, just around the person's ear.

Ye Zichuan even feels that the person is next to him, and it seems to feel the breath of speaking.

This makes him scalp.

The few people next to it, almost the same feeling.

Fuyu's face is white, and the body can't stand it.

"Seniors, how is it a bit seep." He said, "said the voice is slightly shaking.

The silver hair is a piece of bright, the silver glory is like everything, sweeps the door.

Four people pushed the door and went in, surrounded by a mist, actually blocked their vision, can't see too far.

Like chaos, it seems that Hongmeng aura is rolling, here is a fascinating, there is a vast atmosphere.

In the fog, there is a white ghost general light in the flying.

Ka Yu saw this scene, the small face is more pale, and one hand grabs the silver hair sleeves.

Silver hair looked at him, and the card was very embarrassed to have a low head.

"*% & # ..."

The inexplicable syllable is still echoing, it seems that some people are in the ear, whispering in whispering, giving a very bad feeling.

Leaf Sichuan can't help but look at him later, I always feel that there is anyone behind it.

"call--"

A burst of cold feelings came from behind the neck, and Ye Zhuan was almost fried in an instant.

It seems that some people are blowing behind their neck!

boom!

His breath suddenly broke out, Shenhai boiling, strong blood recovery, the whole person became a big furnace, the flagrant life is like the sun in burning.

"what's happenin?"

Seeing him, several other people have exposed a different color.

Ye Zhikawa looked around: "Some people blow a breath on my neck."

This sentence came out, the Kaixun was trembled, almost couldn't help but ran out from this.

Li Changyin and the silver face have also become quirky.

Silver hair opened the scorpion, Yin Hui, he glanced here.

"Nothing, it seems to be just an obsession." He said.

"Obsets?" Ye Zikawa and Li Chang Night look at him.

"The owner here is dead, but there are some souls, but so many years have been almost dissipated, and now it has been an obsession."

Silver hair closes your eyes and carefully listening to this syllable.

Although the language is very strange, this is the fluctuation sent by the soul. It is similar to a brain wave. As long as this fluctuation is paid, it will naturally understand the meaning.

Ye Zichuan is also listening, working hard to analyze the meaning.

"Xuantian?"

When you listen to these two words, his body is shock.

Sure enough, it is here.

"Xuan Tian funeral, Wancha, blood dyed six worlds, the world is cool ..."

The silver hair opening next to it will analyze these words.

In the fog, you can't see his face, but in the words, there is a kind of sadness.

White sounds, I don't know how long it is here.

This became the last obsession of this monetary owner, so that he was not sweet when he was.

Xuan Tian Shengong almost unified the entire Hongmeng space, has achieved huge results in the dispute of the world, and it has caught the other spaces.

But in the end, Xuan Tianzun was overridden in hand.

I want the master of this Temple, it is very unwilling.

Wrapped by a fog, they came to the deepest.

On a futon, they saw a bones.

The corpse is a crack, and there is a finger hole in the eyebrow.

Obviously, this soul experienced a battle before dying, and the immortal body became this.

Ye Zichuan seems to be imagined. After he experienced a tragic war, dragging the tired body back here, then sitting here, walking to the end of life.

The fog around is a substance that is generated after his physical decay, carries his obsession, and has been thinking here.

Silver hair went to the face of the bones, a pair of silver, which couldn't see his eyes.

"Rest in peace." He finally said this.

The fingertip is slightly touched on the corpse, and the bones are placed into flying gray, and the blink is dissipated here.

And the fog around also disappeared, and the kind of .

Looking at the back of the silver hair, the leaves of the leaves flashed.

"Let's go high, there should be no things here." Going out of the temple, Li Changye said.

Their current position, the location of the bottom of the Tianzhu, is not strong here, and the most is the upper level.

Where the top is, it is where the prefecture-level and the heavens live.

Before Yinfa said that the heavenly strong is almost bubble in the purple gas, and Ye Zhuan is very towards there.

Maybe you can find some residual purple gas.

The stairs along the ladder, they all the way.

Tongtianzhu is really terrible, and I don't know how this vast project is refining, even if you use a lot of manpower, it is estimated that there is a lot of time.

From this building, you can imagine the power of Xuantian Shrine.

Moreover, the material of the construction of the Tianzhu column is also very good, and then the decay is a magical refining means, it has been saved to the present.

I flew over the ladder for a long time, they walked to the position of the middle.

But they stopped at this time.

Because of the front road, break!

They walked to the end of Tong Tianzhu.

Silver hair looked at the emotions in front of them, the scorpions became flagrant: "How?"

Ye Zichuan looked around, a ruin, a lot of temples collapsed, and the ladder was also broken here.

Next to them, it is an uneven cross.

Tong Tianzhu is cut off here, the half of the above is not seen!

Ye Zhuan is vibrating.

The power of Tongtianzhu is unquestionable, so that a miracle of the sky is almost unable to damage, hard to inconders.

But now, Tongtian pillar is broken, the top part is free, I don't know where it goes.

Ye Zikuan is some disappointed, and the upper half of the upper half is all the strong people of the prefecture level.

Even if the accommodation of the heavens can't go, the ground is fine.

But now, there is no hope.

Four people walked on the top of Tongtianzhu, surrounded by pits, very uncomfortable, this horizontal is terrible.

Ye Zichuan suddenly stopped, he looked at the unregulated deep pit in front of him and gently sucked a breath.

This deep pit is very strange. If you overlook from the sky, it is a huge palm!

It seems that some people fall from the sky, and the palm is filled, leaving such an indelible traces.

Ye Zikawa made a palm of his feet, just left a private printing of a centimeter.

And this huge palm print is enough, but enough for hundreds of meters!

There is no doubt that this is left behind.