v8 Chapter 226： End flower

The ridicule comes from faith. From this situation, the net glaze has determined that the most powerful emperor has become weak to an unprecedented degree.

This weakness lies not only in the fall of cultivation, but also in the mind.

Yuan Wu’s state of mind has been riddled with all kinds of negative emotions. Now he is not only like a gambler who is completely red-eyed, but with drug addiction, he is more like a rotten gambler and a drug addict. Just like the previous extreme trust of Zhao Gao, Zhao Gao easily controlled the highest power of Changling, and easily stripped everything from Changwu to Yuanwu, and completed the handover of the Bashan swordfield.

Now Yuanwu, in the eyes of the net glass, has nothing to do with the end of the emperor of Chu Qi crazy and idiot, loss of reason.

The true element of the net glass is very pure and powerful.

Yuan Wu has been entangled with the injury for a long time. He is entangled with Zheng Xing’s “ghost”. He has not had such a sly sensation of the real thing flowing in the body for a long time.

He almost screamed out loud.

However, at this moment, he could not see the fear in the eyes of the net glass, but instead saw a strong ridicule and a disdainful disdain.

In his own opinion, as long as the net glaze appeared in front of himself and appeared in the temple, he was a bloodthirsty behemoth, and the net glaze was just a sheep that was being torn by the **** claws.

However, the sheep nowadays are watching the behemoth with such eyes.

Even if he was demented again, he felt an ominous premonition in an instant, and his eyes were full of shock and incomprehension.

Feeling that more and more real yuan nourishes the meridians in the flesh like the dry land, feels that their physical condition is getting better and better, just like the same dead tree is finally getting nectar, is beginning to form The vitality, the feeling of his heart is more intense.

Only the gold man who is controlled by him, even the power of the eight realms can resist, and the other party’s real yuan is being drawn at a terrible speed, and his strength is sharply stronger, and the other The power is weakening sharply. Where is the possibility of a comeback?

"Actually, I left Zheng sleeve. You are really nothing. Just like that year, there is no Zheng sleeve. You can’t ruin the Bashan sword field." The sound of the net glass squeaked because the real yuan poured out. Too fierce, her body even smashed, and the bones in the body produced such a crack in the bones because of the uncontrolled pressure. However, looking at the opposite Yuan Wu, she began to become pale, but it was There is a more ridiculous sneer. "You probably forgot, how did I kill Li Xiang?"

This moment Yuan Wu stayed.

He subconsciously and seriously thought about this problem.

This is actually not a problem.

Because there is no secret in the death of Li Si, one of the two phases of Daqin, the net glaze is the one that Zheng sleeves hide in Li Siqi, and that breath is originally a signal for help.

So the strength of Zheng Shou listened to the inspiration of this signal.

She did not expect that this signal was a net glaze, and her object of killing the sword was instead Li Si.

When Yuanwu thought of these things, he suddenly woke up in his mind, if there was a starlight.

His body suddenly shocked and stiffened.

"You are too small to see our Jianshan Jianzong, too small to see my talent. This world is not only the Zheng sleeves of the Bashan sword field to capture the vitality of the vast starry sky, and our Lushan Jianzong."

The sneer of the net glass has given the answer. Her laughter echoes in this hall and falls in Yuanwu’s ear. It is like there are countless ghosts in various dark corners, repeating constantly: “I Since I can condense exactly the same as her, and leave the stars in Li Si’s sea, why do you think I can't condense the poison she finally gave you?"

The poison she said is certainly not a real poison.

But Yuan Wu knows the meaning of her sentence than anyone else.

That was when Zheng Shou was cultivating Linglian with the Lingquan of Changling, he quietly hid the stars in Linglian.

These days, those who plagued him like a skeleton, day and night, was the last, most vicious gift that Zheng sleeve left for him before he left the world.

A loud bang of "Boom."

Yuan Wu’s body has a strong force, and his body’s power senses the extreme danger, instantly cutting off the connection between the real element of the net glass and his body.

The real element in his body was a strong recoil, and the body of the net glass flew out.

Under the horror of this horror, such as the fluttering butterfly, the net glaze of the fluttering back and forth, the blood squirting, but she looked at Yuan Wu’s gaze, but it became extremely indifferent, even the ridicule The meaning has disappeared.

"Is it still too late?"

She said this in her heart.

Yuan Wu smashed and screamed.

The entire palace was violently shaken in his shackles and screams, and the enthusiasm for the upswing seemed to fly all the tops of the temple.

Yuan Wu’s face is like a lot of gold sand embedded in it, and the skin begins to reveal a little bit of light.

The real element in his body began to burn.

The sparks that represent the will of Zheng sleeves, the little sparks of the stars that seem to have begun to disappear, are everywhere in his real yuan, burning.

Killing and madness are lingering in this palace.

However, at this time, Yuan Wu wanted to kill the net glaze.

The real element in his body has completely lost control. It is no longer like his real element, nor is it like the real element of the net glass, but it seems to have become the real element of Zheng sleeve.

Every drop in his body, every true element is now a destruction for his body.

The meridians in his body are burning, dry and ash.

"Puff puff"

In his crazy screaming and screaming, his body sounded a lot of light, like someone sneaking fart.

The real element in his body is constantly released from all his positions where he can pour out the real yuan.

He is working hard.

He forced all the real elements in his body, because even the physical instinct was constantly screaming to remind him that only his body would not be burnt into fly ash.

In the past, the powerful real yuan in the disorderly catharsis, just turned into a gray ashes.

The net glass fell back to the corner.

In the space in front of her and Yuan Wu, there were hundreds of unintentional fires. The fire was like a lot of burnt ash paper flowers flying, and more sparks were constantly being produced.

The golden light and black air in this temple are disappearing.

In addition to being destroyed by these sparks, more reasons are just because Yuanwu has no control over the array.

The squad here is indeed only controlled by Yuan Wu, but he has now lost the true yuan and lost the power to control the squad.

What is the use of the practitioner who lost the real yuan?

The net glaze slowly adjusted, and then she was proud.

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