Unscrupulous Enchantress: The Young Miss Has Arrived!

His body trembles uncontrollably, and the fear of death instantly exceeds the desire for light!

Xu Wen has such a feeling, Daming and Song Jun have such a feeling, they are now unable to open even one step, the body seems to be banned by fear, tens of thousands of weight!

"Give your life to me, even though your life is despicable, sacrifice your souls, even though your soul is not delicious." The voice of the **** of death is as cold as the one from the nine secluded hell, that is true Infiltrated into the bone marrow and cold.

Death, this is the driving of fear, this is for the sake of harvesting life!

Gently waving his arm, the scythe crossed the arc of the demon red in the air, and the three killed immediately!

What is the Temple of Light, giving you a black death baptism!

"It's too weak!" The **** of death put away the souls of the three people. "The color is not good, no wonder I don't like it."

Lu Yuqian’s mouth is smashing, and his own death is really a strange hobby!

"How much stronger are you compared to these three?" Lu Yiqian refers to the three bright knights killed by the death god. The death **** does not know the classification system on the magic dance continent, and the system does not work on him.

Think of death, answer: "Strongly stronger."

Lu Yiqian wants to know if he has stronger than the sanctuary. She has pointed her index finger: "If they are so strong, how strong are you?"

The **** of death looked at Lu’s index finger and thought it very seriously. He looked up slightly and looked at the vast sky.

Lu Yiqian followed his line of sight. She saw a tree. She nodded. It was really strong. It is estimated that she has reached the sanctuary. She is so lucky that she has contracted a sanctuary to make a magical pet!

The injured Sun Yi saw three big knights killed by a black man, he was both afraid and angry! The brainwashing of the Temple of Light is not strong enough to wash away a person's fear of death. He pointed to Lu Yiqian three people: "Do you know who I am? You dare to be enemies with the Temple of Light?! You, you gods... ”

His words were not finished, and the sickle's sickle cut his throat.

渎 神者? He is God!

"This soul is more pure." The voice of death is so strong.

The soul naturally has a higher purity than the seven emotions, like the just three, full of brains do not know what to think, the soul is so thin!

Death sees his master, does not know what her soul is like, maybe this will always be a secret.

Lu Qianqian walked into the woods and looked at the child who was hiding there and weeping and cried, muttering: "What about the Temple of Light? It seems that the beam is closed." When the hand fell, it killed more than a dozen caretakers.

She does not know the right position of the Temple of Light in the magical dance continent, but people have killed and provoked it, so it is easy to make it!

She is a man who does not commit crimes. I don't commit crimes. If someone commits me, he will return it ten times. Although the matter originated from a misunderstanding, she does not care to expand this misunderstanding.

Besides, even if Sun Yi does not attack her, seeing this group of people abducting children, she will shoot the same, the result will still be the same!

Wei Mo went to Lu Qianqian and held her hand: "A thousand..." He couldn't bear it. He didn't like to kill, and he didn't want to see blood.

Lu Yiqian looked at Wei Mo’s look and knew what he was thinking. She looked at Wei Mo’s eyes and said, “I know that you don’t like to kill, but like a bad guy, if you kill him, he will hurt more. Man, then you can't kill him? If you let him go, he will go grab someone else's things, go to **** wife and daughter, go to kill and set fire, do you kill him? I don't go to **** who goes to hell, if you indulge the wicked The sins, we have become wicked people, we have to help the wicked to bear sin!" Wei Mo listened to Lu Yiqian to say this, a bang in the brain, like a cloud to see the sun, yes, A Qian is right, if he let go of the wicked, They will harm A thousand one day...that is, he is never allowed!

The three people took the crying children to Fengle Town and handed them over to the local officials to return the family members.

But he said that there was a fish in the temple that killed the Temple of Light on the same day. He quickly rushed back to the temple of the Guangming Temple in the West County, and said that the death of the three gods and the tribes of the Guangming congregation was all over the place, naturally concealing the death of a knife. Second three six-level powerhouse.

The bishop of the Temple of Light, who had been eager to get the Pope's fancy, promoted him to the main hall. Maybe he could work hard to get into the twelve elders. Those children were also carefully selected by him. They wanted to rely on this matter to make a fuss about the six-level knights that the Pope and the elders sent. Who knows, his wishful thinking is completely destroyed in three unknown people, how can he not be angry? !

The bishop is a seven-level law guide. He is also a hand-painted figure in West County. He listened to the next words and immediately angered: "Explore the whereabouts of these three people, bring everyone, I will intercept these three." I don’t know the gods who are tall and thick!"

The name of the bishop is Zhang Xing. He is very thin. He has practiced Guangming spells for more than 60 years. He has reached the height of the seven-level law guide. He is also a very talented person. He is a very difficult person.

He led all the main forces of the West County branch to a total of 35 people to block Lu Yiqian on a secluded path.

Lu Yi was a thousand people who surrounded him, all dressed in white, and raised his eyebrows: "Bright?"

Zhang Xing, who is a sophisticated figure, he sees the three of them in the first place, and sees her in the front, and sees her temperament, looks and sees in her life, and sees the body of Wei Mo who can not detect the breath, and is full of water-based magic. Force, appearance is also a stunning color, and the body shape of the **** of death is all in the black, the hand is very incomparably scythe, but it is not a little breath, but his heart is convex, and he is suspicious that he encountered some royal aristocrats. Missy is traveling.

He did not want to grieve with some of the princes and nobles. The families were very deep. But since it came in a big way, I said that I should not give this woman a little color to look at, at least, should also give some warning: "Do you know that I am a temple of light?"