Chapter 1091

Name:The Sacred Ruins Author:Chen Dong
There will be chaos in the sun. I don't know how many heroes will shed blood and how many unique beauties will turn into white bones. There will be huge waves on the road of evolution. The end of one era is also the beginning of another. At the beginning of the great world hegemony, the extreme figures may continue to fall. For a moment, how many Tianjiao, the picture of blood and bone, also indicates that in the competition for all souls, in the battle between the life and death of the overlord, the blood soul is the pen and ink, and the eventful years are the paper, which sprays out the bright prosperous age scroll stained with blood. Next, many people are doomed to die. The famous leaders of all ethnic groups and the Tianzong characters on the road of evolution may be just the dim blood color in the long scroll, just a foil. The people present can't sit still and have to go their own way. Everything has predicted that the future will be very cruel. They may face each other in life and death on the battlefield, which is somewhat sad“ The wind is rustling, the water is cold, and the strong man will never return... "Chu Feng sang, as if summoning souls in advance. It was really unlucky on this occasion. Yangjian also has poems similar to the song of Yi Shui. He sings in Yangjian language to send everyone away. A group of people were speechless. Is there such a gift? This is more disturbing“ It's easy to go all the way! " Especially when sending Li jiuxiao, Chu Feng shouted. It was really serious, so he spread a few pieces of paper money. Li jiuxiao's face twitched slightly, turned his body, and came back directly. He stared at Chu Feng. He was in a very bad mood, because he knew by feeling that most of the Li people would not stand with the Ji family and support the one in Yongzhou. In the future, when he went to the battlefield, he might fight against Ji Caixuan God King and have a battle of life and death“ Alas, he is also a sad man. " Chu Feng sighed and saw his melancholy mood“ What are you talking about? " Li jiuxiao said coldly. Chu Feng sighed and said, "we are the fallen people at the end of the world. Lao Li, the woman we like is right in front of us. When we can, we may meet her on the battlefield and fight for life and death. Do you think we can be in a good mood?" For a time, Li jiuxiao's heart became more and more desolate. He ignored the so-called love enemy who forced him to step in. He thought of his ten-year single love and persistent pursuit, and his heart became more and more bitter. In particular, he expected that one day he and Ji Caixuan would face each other in the general trend of sweeping the famine. He might have to die. He felt even more sad. A bitter love. In the end, the falling flowers withered and the water did not turn back. He was disappointed and sad, and his eyes were red. Chu Feng was stunned. Li jiuxiao is really a kind of love. When is it? He is still sad. Are his words so destructive? As for those who were about to leave, they stopped. Looking at King Li, a considerable number of people sympathized with him. They know that Li and Ji families are not very harmonious, and it is difficult for the two aristocratic families to support Yongzhou at the same time. Chu Feng came forward, jumped on the jade table, patted Li jiuxiao on the shoulder and said, "the girl we chased together in those years, let her go with the wind." People: "..." Ji Caixuan: "...!?" Li jiuxiao was still sad and his eyes were red, but when he heard this kind of words, he suddenly looked up and wanted to slap him over. Youyu stared and wanted to say, how many years ago were you born? The face is really big enough. It's worthy of Ji's virtue. Boom! Li jiuxiao turned around. The divine king's breath was overwhelming. He strode to the distance without starting. He finally took a look at Ji Caixuan and left. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation