Shuttle of the city

Ye Zichuan disguised himself into the unknown fancy in chaos, which never appeared before, because of the guidance of mixed derivatives, it came to the big derivation.

On the way, he not only changed his breath, but also changed his face.

With Feng Xing's eyes, it can't be seen.

I feel that there is a pure breath in the Yeziogawa body, and his heart has already believed in seven eight points.

Next to Feng Xing is in the heart of the sky, but it is impossible to think.

Such a flank is still hidden in chaos, and I have never heard of it.

It seems that it is really like the goddess, the water in each original space is very deep, and the unknown feet exists, maybe more than known!

Now, he saw a one with his own eyes.

"The goddess adult's plan wants to be completely realized, it seems that it is very difficult.

However, he still has absolute confidence in the goddess!

"Where are you going now?" Ye Zichuan asked.

He wants to figure out what their plan is, what is prepared?

Feng Xing and another person exchanged his eyes, Feng Xing said: "Sneaken into the deep part of the big derivative, quietly waiting for the next plan."

"Daban's sky? Is anyone fall?"

"No, they escaped into the deep space, I don't know where I went."

Ye Zichuan nodded: "Very good, then you can go up."

The two were slightly smashed, next second, they changed their face.

Bang, behind Ye Zichng, a vast boundless universe, crowded with the original space, the power of the pound, the burner, and let their body bend directly.

!

The sound of bone fragmentation in their body is to be hard than the goddess, but it does not inherit such strength.

"Adults?" Feng Xing glanced at his eyes, incredibly looked at Ye Zhou, squeezing two words from the teeth.

The sky is also shocked, can't prevent it, I don't know why Ye Zhi is doing.

In the face of this powerful force, they can't resist, they are directly suppressed.

Ye Zichuan went to the sky in the sky, and then extended his hand and decided to fall in his head and started searching.

"Do not!"

The heavenly creative feels desperate, and any one has a secret, and it is not known to make it. This is what they never want to expose.

But now, Ye Zichuan suppressed him with a strong force, and forced reading his memory.

The eyes of the sky, the low-spirited low-spirited, the whole body is boiling, anger to rush, blood, blood, endless god can be .

But this is completely useless, Ye Zichuan's power exceeds him too much, the stock can destroy the power of the world, being bound by Ye Zhuan in his body, it is difficult to explode.

"Adult, what are you doing?" The Feng Xing next to the eyes and unbelievably looked at this scene.

Ye Zikawa was cold and glanced: "What do you think I am doing?"

Then he split a powerful soul from Yuan God, poured into the mind of the heaven.

Soon, a picture appeared in the Yezikawa.

The most conspicuous is the beautiful figure standing in the picture.

She seems to be the only world, all the aura and color are gathered on her, let her color, and the country.

Cangshou!

This is the most obvious figure in the fancy city, like his beliefs and pillars, is branded in his soul, it is difficult to erase.

"not good!"

Ye Zhuan suddenly felt not bad, the power of the soul was in the fastest speed.

Almost at the same time, the soul of the heavenly creature was blown, and the smash into the sky, Ye Zichuan also felt black, some souls were tattoo.

If there is no difference, he seems to hear a light, and he has lost his endless time and space, and then disappeared.

Ye Zikuan's face is gloomy, I didn't expect such a change.

A soul of a heavenly grade, actually exploded.

He has responded very quickly, but it sang the trauma, and a part of the soul was smashed.

At the same time, he also shocked in his heart.

In this sound of the soul, it seems to be engraved, once he reads the memory, it will trigger, and then directly disintegrate.

This makes him feel incredible, there is no doubt, can do this, only the woman.

He feels a cold!

In order not to let your own count calculations and layouts were found, I didn't hesitate to lose a fancy level. How much heart is this?

After all, this is a heaven, not a Chinese cabbage, saying abandonment.

The woman's heart is spicy, and it is a creepy point.

The wind and Xing next to it have been shocked.

He felt that the sky was dead, the soul disappeared completely, only one empty shell was left.

Is this Ye Zichuan doing?

Why is this?

Is there a league between the shammunding and chaos?

At this time, in the distant Cangmeng Space, in a snowy mountain, a shadow stands on the cliff, overlooking the vast mist sea.

"Hong Lu is dead ..." she muttered, the face was calm, no wave.

At the end of the moment, she saw some fragmented pictures through the soul of Hong Lu.

"Can suppress Hong Lu, read his memory, trigger the ban on me, strong strength."

"Chaos of the sky ... Is it mixed? He wants to tear an issue?"

Thinking of this, the eyes of the snow flashed a cold light.

"No, in the city of the old guy, will not make such a thing, who is it?"

"It seems that it is necessary to ask the old guy."

The voice falls, the figure on the cliff has disappeared.

The big derivative, Feng Xing looked at Ye Zichuan to collect the body, in which this is destroyed.

"Adults ..." She looked at Ye Zichng very unfinished, I didn't know why he made such a move.

He is completely in the state of force.

Ye Zhuan turned to him, showing a deep smile in his mouth: "Do you really think that I am a chaos?"

This sentence is like a stifling, and the wind is in the wind, so that he is blank in his mind, the whole person is gone.

Not a chaos?

"In your soul, should there be no so-called ban?"

Ye Zichuan said, reaching out of him.

"Do not--"

Feng Xing is to resist.

However, behind the universe behind Ye Zhou, let him almost lift it.

Ye Zikuan's eyebrows separated a soul, drilling into his mind.

Feng Xing is bursting, roaring, all the power broke out, but it is completely useless, watching this scene.

His soul was stripped, and another power forcibly squeezed, just like a book page, reading his memory.