Chapter 808

"I'm Xuanwu". I can't believe it...

think he wanted to find a place full of Qi and blood at that time? How much pain did you have? How much thought was wasted? How much did it cost to get it...

well, people are more dead than people, goods are better than goods.

"Yes, I'll wait for you at the gate of the warehouse on the second floor of wingman country."

Hang up on a rainy night, thinking quietly in my heart what kind of goods should be used for the blessing of Xuanwu?

If you find the great God of Xuanwu, you certainly don't need to pay any price. Maybe you can get the blessing from Xuanwu directly.

But how can we buy intelligence from others without paying a price?

The rules and patterns of "Tianji Pavilion" are well known on rainy nights.

It wasn't until four or five minutes after hanging up on a rainy night that "I'm Xuanwu" was able to react and move towards the coordinates of a rainy night.

At this moment, there was no reason for his heart to rise an evil idea: to seize his place full of Qi and blood, occupy his chance, once successful? What are the benefits?

In a moment, the idea of burning a prairie fire appears on the earth.

However, when he saw the rainy night that moment, such an idea suddenly extinguished, haughty head lowered a bit, the whole person became humble.

"I am Xuanwu", which was originally high in the sky like a proud White Swan, instantly turned into a quail lying on the ground, shrinking its head in the sand and daring to have any more thoughts.

What did he see? How could he be so timid?

"I am Xuanwu" first saw not a rainy night, but a demon God standing behind the rainy night that was enough to destroy the sky and the earth and shock the world.

It was the figure of the God of pestilence, a figure that brought death and doom. It was so towering that people could not see the whole picture.

Its body is filled with black fog of death, without any vitality. Even the surrounding environment seems to be changed, assimilated and rendered pure black.

Within a hundred Li, it is all the domain of plague Dharma God. The sky seems to have been splashed with ink, which makes people feel depressed at a glance, which makes people feel irresistible.

Such a scene? "I am Xuanwu" can not be frightened? Can you be afraid?

He hesitated for a few steps. Then he bit his teeth with great force. The expression of generous death appeared on his cheek. He took a greedy breath and entered the realm of pestilence Dharma God.

"I am Xuanwu" did not summon a pet, but behind him appeared green tortoise shell, as if he had been one with him, which is not over;

tortoise shell and snake scale, these characteristics are emerging in "I am Xuanwu".

Dong, the pestilence God's hundred Li area felt the breath of strangers, and immediately pressed down in a direction.

"I am Xuanwu" suddenly felt a stagnation in his chest and a sweet voice in his throat. The blood was rolling all over his body. However, he was still struggling to hold on to it and tried not to spit out the blood.

He tried to continue to take the previous step, but this step is like a natural moat, he... Can't pass.

After several attempts, the "I am Xuanwu" step back, and the locked breath disappears instantly. It seems that the pressure of Yuanru prison has never appeared again.

"I am Xuanwu" clasped hands, bowed, opened his mouth full of blood and said sincerely:

"congratulations on the strength of Dharma God."

"It's not that I'm progressive, but you've regressed, basaltic."

The sound of bone friction of pestilence Dharma God sounded, which made people feel cold from the bottom of their hearts.

"I am Xuanwu" raised his head, and the illusory figure of plague Dharma God came into his sight.

"I am Xuanwu" looked at the sky and saw two plague Dharma gods, one big and one small. He did not feel surprised, but nodded silently.

"We don't want to die in that position, so we have to seek change."

The words of "I am Xuanwu" are lonely and sentimental. At the same time, there are memories of vicissitudes.

"We? Are Qinglong and others... "

the God of pestilence asked with a little interest.

"Mm-hmm, yes."

The God of pestilence raised his head and looked at the sky of the kingdom of winged people. His eyes seemed to have crossed time and space and landed at a certain time node.

"The holy dragon is my student. It can be tested, but not too much. As for blackmail? I don't think you can do it yet; find a way to inform Qinglong and other people that what is required of you is what is required of them. "

Pestilence Fabricius did not conceal her intention and directly ordered to go on.

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with that, the figures of the two pestilence Dharma gods, one big and one small, disappeared, and the sky became clear.

"I am Xuanwu" stepped back two steps, his back was wet. At a certain moment before, he felt the death around him.

"I am Xuanwu" went on with a sad face.Loss, this blood loss.

How can he not understand the meaning of the word "pestilence God" outside the words? How can he pretend that he does not know the information revealed:

let the "holy dragon" get the coordinates of the other four gods as soon as possible, so as to complete the blessing of the divine beast.

With the support of unreasonable elders like pestilence God, can the "holy dragon" suffer?

Ah, weakness is the original sin. If "I am Xuanwu" is strong enough? With the same status as the plague God?

Forget it, or don't think about these unrealistic things.

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it is impossible to know what happened hundreds of miles away on a rainy night. At the moment, he is still waiting patiently at the door of the warehouse for "I am Xuanwu".

The God of pestilence, which destroyed heaven and earth just now, did not appear in his sight.

He here, clear sky thousands of miles, nothing happened.

At the same time, the fourth floor of the kingdom of wingers...

on rainy nights, only "wings" have been seen on the fourth floor of the kingdom of wingers. However, in such a large city, it is impossible to have only "wings".

At the moment, thirteen middle-aged men in sharp armour and holding sharp blades gathered in a humble meeting room.

This is their habit...

the meeting room is not big, only dozens of square meters. The architectural style still keeps the ancient style, which is bold and unconstrained.

This conference room is of great commemorative significance. The decision to kill out of the space of different dimensions came from this building.

Therefore, the building has been preserved for millions of years...

thirteen people, with their faces frozen like iron, are listening to the pre war orders of "wing" one after another.

At the beginning of the battle, the "wings" are generals, and they are "armies". Just follow orders and express opinions at will? That is impossible and not allowed.

They did not speak, but just stood there, and there was a breath of gold, iron, blood and blood coming out, so that mosquitoes and flies did not dare to fly.

Looking at the momentum of their whole body, these people are all nine level gods, and they are the nine order gods in the kingdom of winged people.

All of a sudden, this group of people seemed to feel something and moved their eyes to the second level of the winged country.

"It's a strong breath. I'm far from an opponent."

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