Way of Choices

The iron gun was pulled out inch by inch from the abdomen of Tianhai Shenghou, like a bamboo shoot emerging from the mud in the forest after the rain, but it was not water droplets, but blood water. His hand fell on the stone slab of the peak, burning like a torch.

In the firelight, her figure appeared particularly clear, the dark hair and phoenix dancing behind him were extremely dark.

The violent and almost mad Fengming spread from the top of the Tianshuling Peak to all parts of the world. In just an instant, it covered the entire Kyoto. Many lower-level monks were directly stunned, and some of the more recent people even exploded to death, and turned into puffy blood.

The iron gun was finally pulled out completely, and was held in the hand by Tianhai Shenghou.

She was covered with blood, standing on the top of Tianshuling Peak, crumbling.

The night sky was cloudless, but suddenly some raindrops fell on her beautiful face.

It seems that the next moment, she will fall, but in the end she did not fall.

With a click, lightning fell, illuminating the peak of Tianshuling, driving away the raindrops, and showing the picture of the peak to everyone.

The iron gun fell with the lightning.

Shuang Yu's sharp gun landed on the peak of Tianshuling, and she was still firmly held in her left hand.

The mountain shook violently for a moment.

She waved her right hand and carried the Tianshu Tablet to the night in front of the Tianshu Ling.

The night seemed to be nothing, and Zhao Qingbei broke through the sky. He slammed into a passage in the night sky and came to the ruins of Nancheng a few miles away.

The green leaf on the Tianshu monument then shattered and scattered into countless strands, winding towards the pope.

The pope reached out and picked up the pot of green leaves in the night sky and placed it in front of him.

Silently, the clear light suddenly disappeared, the Zhaoqing monument disappeared, and he returned to his place in the Tianshuling.

That green leaf also really disappeared, leaving only three leaves in the pot.

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Tianhai Sheng's hind body, Tao, and soul were all hit hard. The last vitality is no longer there, and will soon disappear into the Xinghai.

This is something that everyone has confirmed, but people also confirm that as the true ruler of this continent after the Emperor Taizong, the human history will never erase its traces of the big figures, and the Queen Mother will never die quietly. This does not fit her temperament.

Before she left the world and returned to Xinghai, what kind of crazy actions would she make and what would be destroyed along with her, no one knew.

Tianhai Shenghou stood on the top of the peak, looked down at the world, and looked indifferent, covered in blood, as if he were a deity.

The whole world began to fear in advance.

The lotus sea is full of waves, and the lotus flowers are in full bloom, which envelops the infinite green.

After doing these things, a different kind of red braced his seriously injured body and stopped in front of Mao Qiuyu.

The wine poetry no longer knows where to go. Those elders of various denominations once again hide deeper into the night, and dare not greet the eyes of the Queen of Heaven and Sea. People are waiting for the last moment to come, but they also know that the last blow before the Queen Mother’s death should be left to those who are really big people, not to themselves.

Tianhai Shenghou looked towards Luoyang City.

The night before Taoism shattered suddenly, and Wufeng shattered suddenly, turning into countless cracks in space and rushing towards Ji Tao.

The Daoist person's expression suddenly condensed, several strange and syllable syllables burst out of his lips, a wooden sword broke out of the ruins of Taoist temple, and turned into a bright streamer, watching in the night It seemed to cut off indiscriminately, and at the same time, his figure was blurred, and he escaped further away.

Countless bloods spattered in the night sky of Luoyang City. It looked like a blood line over ten years long.

The Taoist man broke through the night sky and landed on the street, covered with wounds and blood everywhere.

The last volume of Sanqian Daozang, chanting it with dragon language and chopping it with the wooden sword of his life, he still failed to resist the Taoism of Tianhai Shenghou, but he survived after all.

The Queen of Heaven and Sea no longer ignored Luoyang, and looked back to an unnamed street in Kyoto’s South City.

At this time, His Majesty the Pope stood on the street, standing in the standing water, standing between the collapsed house and the body.

His Majesty the Pope looked at the peak of Tianshuling, and tonight in the world that was suffering from the disaster, the old face was full of pity,

The whole world is extremely quiet, waiting for the final contest between these two saints.

Suddenly, the pope put down the pot of green leaves in his hand.

There was a cry of exclamation everywhere in the night, followed by the sound of breaking the sky. Countless strong men from the palace, desperately ignoring the sight of the queen of Tianhai, ran desperately towards this place.

Because people see clearly, the pope is ready to let go.

His Majesty the Pope is ready to leave this world and return to Xinghai together with the Queen of Heaven and Sea!

Time seems to pass slowly and actually passes normally.

Nothing happened.

The world is still very quiet.

The pot of green leaves drifted slowly in the stagnant water filled with corpses and masonry.

At the peak of Tianshuling, the lips of Tianhai Shengli slightly curled up, revealing a mocking smile.

She was laughing at her former companion.

It's really boring.

Will I follow your heart?

Khan Qingshen will stand at the end of Shinto and look at the peak, the emotions in his eyes are a little complicated.

His Majesty the Pope put aside the pot of green leaves, but the Queen Mother did not shoot him.

But even if you can really put down that lunch box, the lady will not let go of her?

The intricate emotions are fleeting, and the history is really calm, waiting for the moment when the iron gun penetrates his body.

Suddenly, the stars on the top of Tianshuling scattered.

A straight passage appeared in the night sky, and then, just like the wind and thunder, the gunshot sounded!

The Queen of Heaven and Sea waved his sleeves, and the Frost Sharp Gun pierced the night like lightning, and flew towards Kyoto somewhere.

She didn't even look at her history, this disregard is her true mood and attitude at this time.

Frost Yu Shengun returned to where it should stay-the Great Zhou Palace.

In the distance, an extremely heavy impact sounded in Kyoto, followed by the sound of a building collapse.

Seeing him rise up, he built that building.

Seeing that his building collapsed, I'm going to destroy your building.

The building cracked from a high platform, fell to the ground, and smashed into pieces.

The most famous building in Kyoto for hundreds of years, the Lingyan Pavilion, the most symbolic symbol of the Great Zhou Dynasty, disappeared in this way.

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The torrential rain in Chenggongling is still falling, and there are corpses everywhere in the rain. Tianmao, the sixth **** of the mainland, is the most loyal subordinate of the Queen Mother. The Hanzhou military palace he led was the most powerful in the Northern Army of Dazhou. Although he was ambushed tonight, the resistance was the most fierce, and the deaths and injuries were also the most serious.

Chen Guansong, the dean of the Star Picking Academy, looked at the remains of the **** Tianmao with round eyes, his face was pale, and his eyes were apologetic. Tonight, if he was not a mentor and successfully attacked the Tianmao with the strong men of the military and the Tianhai family, it would be impossible to stop the footsteps of the army of Hanzhou.

"Being a teacher will definitely practice your legacy and lead the army into the old snow town, so Tianmao...you will look away."

An indifferent voice suddenly sounded in the rainy night.

"Do you think you have this qualification?"

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