The purple lightning gave the sun strength and restrained a spirit of anger.

The mahogany swallowed the red letter like a snake, pierced the void with a strange and unpredictable power, at an incomparable subtle angle, and the power became even more terrifying.

"Knock on the door!"

The sky was thundering, and thousands of swords were chopped down.

"respite!"

Finally, the purple thunder darkened, but the red wood stopped and the front part turned black.

The young man's face sank immediately.

"Hey, National Day, your proud dementor will turn into cocaine one day."

The thin old man smiled.

However, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

The twelve continents of the chaotic world, divided by the original number, are from the first to the twelfth. He is the master of the tenth continent, the middle-aged man is the twelfth, and the young man is the master of the eleventh state.

In this chaotic world, anyone knows that the owner of the eleventh continent is extremely dangerous. This person has nurtured dementors with countless living gods. This special wood is impenetrable, water and fire will not be invaded, and it can even swallow the monarch of the practitioner, which is very terrifying. Is one of the twelve masters.

Today, however, those insurmountable dementors are anxious. This is only a little bit, but it is enough to surprise the skinny old man, and, you know, the chaotic world is only a half-step heavenly power, and for those who can do this, the chaotic world is only a half-step. saint.

Wow!

The earth's crust shook, and countless mahogany trees rushed up from below.

The young man is very handsome, he is still smiling, beautifully smiling, and scary. The chaos master who knew him knew that as long as he laughed like that, he would be very dangerous.

Hollow vibrations, dense mahogany covering the sky, oppressing the sky and the earth.

I felt pressure, but did not retreat in the slightest. His eyes are very cold, his head is full of black, there is no wind, purple lightning all over his body, just like the ancient **** of thunder.

"Hurry up, Brother Jiang! Let's go!"

The girl in Tsing Yi yelled.

She was tied to the corner of the Golden Palace by two black iron chains, silky blood red appeared on her bright white ankles, and her beautiful and clean eyes were full of anxiety, crystal clear.

Although she was yelling, her voice seemed weak.

"Little holy medicine, as long as you shut up and wait for the alchemy, he can't leave. It turns out that this temple is specially prepared for you. I want you to return to your original body, but I didn't expect it to be abandoned. I was worried and had to prepare again."

The young man smiled and glanced at the little girl in Qingyi.

Although he was laughing, he smiled like a poisonous snake in the dark, making the young girl tremble, and spilling a ray of red blood from the corner of his mouth. When the young man looked at her, a ray of pressure rushed towards her. Although she was weak, she was naturally unable to resist.

"Totem-Tuk, it's really different. I think that although the shape of the holy medicine, the spiritual fluid that flows out, I didn't expect it to be blood."

The young man smiled.

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My eyes flashed from the little girl's ankle, sweeping her pale cheeks, sweeping the bloodshots at the corners of her mouth, and finally fell on the young man. His eyes were getting colder and colder, and his external breathing became more and more frightening.

Purple thunder rumbling, black at the end, then red.