King's Dimensional Journey

"Did you see the whirlpool? Destroy it? Why don't you wish! Monster, carefully feel the anger of the whirlpool!"

Autumn leaves raise their heads and make high-frequency sounds.

Layer upon layer, I was calling for something.

After everyone sang, Wang Mu fell down and the building shook.

"The birth of the new era is the starting point, the beginning of the new era, the killing of the vortex is the sacrifice!".With Qiu Yelong's call, not only this high-end apartment, but also the whole building has undergone changes.

The palm art master stopped holding his paintbrush and looked up at him.

When should it be, it should be brighter, and the moon will be covered by dark clouds. 揜少箚陔呝譂臂巨珠-鈫瑝誱#瑦s厷厷丄祊変宬孒形向向向呀.

"What the hell... the whirlpool."

It is regrettable that due to the traction of the inner force, the swaying of the arms, the influence of the vortex, and the slightest signs of violence, it seems that it has not entered the vortex and will not subside.

Can't believe it.

I have lived for so long as a palm artist, and my younger brother Yici doesn't have such regrets.

Even if it is loud, don't say which one is as good as it is.

Looking back, I found that I was trying to prevent it from entering the apartment, killing a group of children, they all stopped moving, staring blankly at the Yunzhi whirlpool.

"Here."

Kui Gu Zhang Yiren said softly.

Chin up, other children poured into the picture albums in the palm of their hands one after another.

The rest, as long as it doesn't belong to the monsters created by the master craftsman.

It stands up and down to support the worn-out hats.On the streets, where the battle is over, the vortex of zombies lures you, and the high-level residents are waiting for you. 19

"Don't let Nimon influence other people's paintings, the moment of greatness will come soon..."

The palmist took a gloomy and joyful look, and took a step lightly.

It's such a small step, but it's like traveling through time, and it's so strange that I can't figure it out.

Take off your top hat, and you will have a palm art salute.

"The guards come and go from the south to the north, Anzhi lives here and sincerely asks you, I love you and you are afraid of my fellow countrymen!"

"..."

There was no sound from him, and the strange man stopped and walked.

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, go on with it and watch some performances.

"Hey, there's no vortex coming, no, there will be no one. The next duty is not enough. The brushes will be the records, and the pens will be the records. Brilliant and final drama. It's the gospel of a heterogeneous society, a heterogeneous society, where the brothers have real leaders."

"Is it the vortex that will melt the body, or who will save it? I am very excited, and I have never felt so excited since five hundred years ago."

"Is it possible that you can't see it?"

"The reality of Anzhiju's drama..."

There is a gloomy green light flashing across the alfalfa of the palm artist, it is closed at the waist, and the worn-out hat is newly worn.

"Don't let Nimon hinder you, don't let Nimon hinder you..."

It whispered 噵.

The palm master waved a move, and the power that was carefully restrained in the past exploded.

——This body is weak, and it is the last overload that makes the body weaker.

But it is undoubtedly worth it!

The reality is distorted, and the strange people in this famous street of Akihabara dragged it into some strange world.

In these strange rooms, the blankets are rolled up one by one, covering all the strange things.

Howls, growls, screams, and so many sounds entered the ears of the master.

"This is the time when Anzhi lives... Nimon wants to take a break from the next drama for a while, so as to alleviate the temptation of the whirlpool."

Beside its palm, a cart carrying a small wooden box followed, appearing out of nowhere.

Pull the wooden board of the wooden box, and after the words "Anzhiju", a picture is displayed, and the clean paper on the inside of the box appears.

It is a monster that is a beast.

"My name is a drama called "Fashion Models". Please enjoy it to your heart's content. That said, Iwasaki has never had any special regrets since then. Quite..." Akiba Takashi opened the whirlpool to kill and sacrifice.

Although Wang Mu didn't care what it was, he was so obsessed with occult arts that he lacked basic common sense.

Key, or Summoning Ritual—to bring the Curse of the Vortex down in full force.

I hate to watch you guys, it seems that the plan is about to change, not just this, the three of them are the tools to help it, after the killing and sacrifice ceremony begins, it’s even more fun The face is like a man calling him, turning green and rushing to the window of the building, falling down the stairs, making it feel like the control of the autumn leaves is long and unfettered.

Even though he is a good spirit, the slug guy doesn't have the courage to stand up.

——In the end, it still depends on it.

"Haha, the vortex is also full of energy. After it is full, everything will end, and the chopsticks will descend in the Garden of Eden..."

Akiba Takashi was delighted.

"Kill me, monster. My mission is also the same. I caused you to have a premature birth in whirlpool, so I have to bear the anger of me, Zhisheng."

Wang Mu watched the autumn leaves grow like a piece of rubbish, waiting for the leaves to fall before they fell.

Some people's breathing is not too steady, and the influence of the vortex is reversed after it is turned on.

Let me spread my palms, I think some jade gourds and autumn leaves are flying around the room, and I will hold them.

Pulled out the chest, sprinkled the cooling and dispelling Shengzhi wine on the forehead of the girl, and Wang Mu poured some water on the lips that Qiuye left untouched.

All these effects will be realized.

In the end, it was a young girl who was too mature, and the intensity of the curse that Akiba left behind was not even that of Akiba Takashi's Baifenzhi, so those who were too weak could get rid of it in an instant.

It's a pity that some of them should not say anything, and they should stop yelling when they are angry.

Chapter 640

"What are you doing, Ni!?"

It looked at Wang Mu in disbelief. "...Is it true that Niu Ni lost the right to stay in the future? Chopsticks and palms! It lost its father when it was too young, and this is the only way it can get real happiness! Give it to me Palm, Ni, this fierce beetle!"

Takashi Akiba tried to stop P, but he was so exhausted that it kept moving and begging for extravagance.

Wang Muxuan glanced at a clover.

"Even if this order creates nightmares, mystics don't bother to do something, and Ni Jingran regards it as the only way to happiness?"

Stretch out your palm, and the thin water blade grabs Akiba Takashi's throat.

Alienated people are hurting and hurting, but they are also alienated from humans, and there is no extinction or disappearance, and there are even no signs of it.

"I don't want to kill you now, I just let Miss Akiba wake up and see how ugly the grandpa she respects and loves looks like. Shut up, don't tell me." If something dies prematurely, everything will fall to the ground and fall to the wrong track."

Leave the autumn leaves to imitate its room, and Wang Mu also gave this Wei Bo's other highly respected people a picture of the holy emblem of Cthulhu's protection.

"—Lalai Yedi's mansion, the resting Cthulhu will sleep with you."

The mantra word, this is the reason why Akiba Rumiho has given shelter to the moon, which is also a high-level.

Those of Eternal Sleep also need to cast their eyes on the same place, and any danger is not more than the amount of Weiwei's Eternal Sleep, and they are completely isolated.

Even though he was half dead and Qiu Yelong was still alive, Wang Mu followed the door and came back.

Its enemy is the roof of the building.

The evil curse of the whirlpool, the culprit who tried to derail its trial plan.

Along the way, Wang Mu saw how many households lived in this building.

It looks like low-level snails, fighting each other, failing, killing, changing and wandering, gathering along the cracks and stairs to the top of the apartment, as if there is no one left. No mouth, hunger waiting for the dead to perish and perish.

This is a sacrificial sacrifice.

The blood and the death and the death of the death group are some birthday festivals.

Going down to the last floor from the top, along the window, Wang Mu watched the changes.

A few ferocious little children, flying half full, puffing their mouths, trying to blow the wind. The storm seems to be blowing the autumn leaves up and down.

Wang Mu's clover became more and more sinister, and he was full of murderers.

Here is its territory.

The mystic was furious.

"Storm, tear it apart, crush the debris..."

Wang Mu murmured about Meka's power in a low voice.

The Canaanite saints have some power, and that child is trying to manipulate these trends, suddenly turned the spear and aimed at the other young masters.

Half full, blooming like blood-soaked flowers.

Continue to walk up and down on the roof of the building, push the door open, and the leisure and pine-like platforms of the entire high-rise residence appear as Wang Mu's alfalfa.

Look up and watch.

Which dark cloud, which whirlpool, intensified, and gradually formed a strange and non-human appearance.

It stared at Wang Mu.

It's here, it's about Akiba Takashi's mouth, it's about preventing the vortex, it's about solving it quickly and concisely, and we continue to study the tedious stuff.

Because of this, Wang Mu didn't even have time for his younger brother to talk about the vortex on the roof of the apartment building that he didn't care about.

——Sloth and lazy.

Now, the vortex after watching the birth has changed the situation of P.

He treats the sage of Cistanzhi the same as he treats the sage of Nawei, Huangmo.

Let's start with the fight, let's fight together! .The battle sage of Dongzhizhi, the ever-victorious but not defeated power-flying wheel appeared behind Wang Mu.

The pointer first pointed to the warrior and then to the horse.

A golden stick, like a Ganoderma lucidum sword, appears in the palm of its hand, and it is shaped like a bow.

The bow is twisted and twisted, with exquisite sun discs carved on both ends, and the bowstring is composed of small and silky Persian holy words, explaining the stories of the ancient classics, Vythata.

Galloping from the side, the horses pulling the sun's wheels turned into the sharp arrows of the sun for a while.

——Strong arrows, wise bows.

Although I have no regrets for those who are not saints and emissaries, Wang Mu and others are too early to limit themselves to this point, so I am sorry.Get it now and clean it up and take over when it takes over!

"——Bright Sunshine, you are so beautiful, so blessed! If you want to conquer any enemy, please give the stronger Qianzhi and Qianzhi Arrows!"

Just like the ocean is still surging, providing it with overflowing power for its attacks.

Without all the speed and the destruction of the sun's heat.

After mourning the Ganoderma lucidum, Wang Musong squeezed the bowstring with his fingers.

One fen two, two fen four, four fen eight...

Let's count some of the Zhi Yufei and the lacquer.

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It's not even a question of whether it's Kopier who feels like receiving a few voices.

The whirlpool cursed howling in pain.

If you connect Wang Mu with those who stand in Zhizhi, you will be able to sublimate Zhijing like a pillar of eruption.

The horns of war are sounding.

After his brother shot an arrow, Wang Mu didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue it, but the strange thing was that he jumped up and moved it to Louzhi in the wind.

The moment it was far away, Wang Mu put some guards on his feet, afraid that some virus would infect the skin, so the stone would start to rot and deform, showing chaos and madness.

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You are always in order, dodging Keshi's attacks easily, and the light and light swallows are shuttling between the surrounding towers, and continue to play the irritable Mazhiyan, without attacking the guards Hitting the vortex.