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The dark wings, which is a powerful technique that has no time to get close to the supernatural powers, will destroy the heaven and the earth once it is used.

Of course, it is impossible to destroy the heaven and earth in the hands of Ning Xiaoqian. Her realm is too low.

The man sneered: "is it dark? Then try the light! " As the voice fell, he opened his eyes in vain. The golden light shot out from it, and the golden wings appeared behind him.

Wings appear, the whole sea is boiling, the void is twisted, it seems unable to bear this pair of wings.

Ning Xiaoqian's pupils shrink.

Zheng Zimu, who was steady, exclaimed: "you are not a disciple of the emperor Guangming, but a person of that vein."

According to legend, one of the closest races to God, the Guangming people.

There is no record of this clan on the land of gods and demons. Even in the holy palace, few people know about it. The reason why Zheng Zimu knew it was because he had been on Jiuli mountain.

The golden wings constantly incite, the sea is more and more boiling, the terrible intention of killing tightly imprisons Ning Xiaoqian, she can't move, even the wings behind her.

Step by step, the man looked cold: "you are not of that group after all, how can you exert the power of dark wings? So, fall! "

Zheng Zimu rushed forward one step, the coffin broke out again, and even had a tendency to open up. He stared at the man coldly, so he rushed into the battlefield, and all the strength was boiling at this moment.

Pen!

The coffin is like a sword, a stick, or a spear. It is powerful and has a great momentum of cracking the sky.

In this blow, the wing blockade was broken.

Zheng Zimu roared to Ning Xiaoqian: "silly girl, don't stand up, go quickly."

Ning Xiaoqian slightly opened her mouth. She didn't want to go. Her mind was full of the idea of ending up with that one, but her body instinct made a decision for her. She opened the dark wings and rushed out towards the broken blockade exit.

She left, farther and farther away, but Zheng Zimu was drowned by the golden light.

After a long time, she stopped. Her face was full of tears. She wanted to go back and have a look, but she was afraid

What kind of feeling is that?

Why does she have such heartache?

As if the whole world had lost its color.

Although she didn't want to admit it, she had to face the fact that it might be like.

Zheng Zimu, you bastard.

What can I do if you have something wrong?

I'm going back to save you.

As soon as she gritted her teeth, she turned back to the battlefield, but the battle was over. The sea area returned to its usual state, and there was no trace of blood flowing down.

Her expression was dull, her chest heaved violently, as if the whole person were suffocating.

How could this happen?

Asshole.

The end of the battle, no trace of the battlefield, all this means that Zheng Zimu may have died.

Guangming clan, holy palace.

After a long time, she calmed down a lot, and unconsciously came up with these two words in her mind. Immediately, she turned around and went towards the direction of North Gulu island.

In the Beiming sea area, above a Jiaodao Island, the line of troops moved slowly and finally disappeared here.

On Jiaodao, Qingyang and Dong Xiaoqing came out. He said, "they should be disciples of the holy palace gate. They are going to leave the Beiming sea."

This is a big deal.

Half a year ago, the disciples of the holy palace entered here one after another like a large army, but now they leave one by one, which means that there may be terrible battles on the land.

Dong Xiaoqing looked at him with soft eyes: "you are about to break through the shencang realm. You'd better wait for the robbery to return."

Qingyang shook his head and showed some obstinacy in his clear eyes: "I feel very uneasy in my heart. I seem to feel some kind of call. This time, I want to go back, and I don't have to worry about crossing the robbery."

Dong Xiaoqing did not speak, just looked at him.

Qingyang said: "with the swords of princes, no one can kill me."

As time went by, the battlefield was still muddy and full of killing. He was almost numb, but he still kept thinking about some things in his heart. Maybe it could be understood that he came back to his roots.

Those people are his roots.

North Gulu Island, land.

Whoosh!

Breeze blowing, thin cool meaning slowly, a few leaves do not know where to float.

It's a small pub. It's very common. Most of the people who consume in the pub are ordinary people, and this time it's the same.

"How can it be so cold this summer A good name.

"Holding the grass, I thought I was the only one who felt cold. Do you think so?"

"How could it be?"

"Damn it." In the blink of an eye, the tavern was filled with the sound of discussion.

Of course, arguments like this soon sank.About ten minutes later, there were two more figures on the trail. They were all men. One was about 50 years old, and the other was a young man with a delicate face.

Surprisingly, the young man walked in front of him, followed by the middle-aged man in his fifties.

They both stepped into the pub.

Xia Wuhou said in a low voice: "Damn, those people are too shameless, either fire or snow, holding grass."

Once the head of a country, even if the sky fell down, he would not curse at will, but this time, he could not help it.

The cold air covers the whole mountain of Laoshen. Maybe not long ago, it will snow here, and ordinary people may not know what happened.

The boy looked at him and sighed, "the older you are, the more explosive your temper is. What the scholar said is true."

Xia Wuhou didn't care. He took a breath and said, "I just can't stand them. I can't easily destroy a place. Do you know how many lives there are in a large area?"

For this sentence, the youth did not answer.

Over the long years, although the means of the holy palace have never changed, they are the most effective. There will be no living beings under the law of heaven. This obliteration will not be recorded in history, nor will it affect the glorious image of the holy palace.

It's just, this time.

The young man thought of the battle of Daming Lake. Maybe it was not the first failure of the holy palace.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xia Wuhou couldn't help asking, "master, how do you feel about this war?"

The young man opened his eyes: "even if it's not empty, I can't see clearly. I'm just a soul. How can I peep at the way of heaven?"

For this sentence, Xia Wu Hou directly ignored, heart, you also know you are a soul body? In the past, there was no lack of action!

The young man lowered his eyes, dipped some tea with his fingers, and immediately drew them on the table. What he drew was very strange. He could not see whether it was a text, a pattern, or anything.

One stroke after another, the expression was focused and solemn.

Until the fifth stroke, his hand suddenly shook, a powerful force suddenly rolled down, a mouthful of blood spurted out, looking pale.

Xia Wuhou breathed slowly.

The boy raised his head and looked at the sky. At the moment when he lowered his head, he gritted his teeth and drew the fifth stroke along the table top.