I Have Countless Divine Swords

“Wasted? Why?”

Zhou Xuanji wrinkles and asks, isn’t it a poet?

“It is not clear that this information appears to have been deliberately released, apparently under a set that may have been betrayed and belonged to you, and, of course, may be just an ambitious plot, and that it is still very far from living.”

He informed Zhou Xuanji honestly that Zhou Xuanji was satisfied.

These two guys have been fighting in the dark, and this time there is no falling stone, deliberately concealed, and qualified as subordinate conspirators.

“Put it on the side, and I can’t get directly into the East to save him.”

Zhou Xuanji responded quietly that the North is no longer in danger, and if he goes to save the silence, it is in danger that the Sword Emperor is in jeopardy.

From nodded, I think it’s the best decision.

There is no name in the Middle East, but there is now a prisoner who says his danger is clearly a set.

Zhou Xuanji said: “Take note of the time around the temple, not only to be prepared, but also to be indifferent.”

It’s too big in the universe to say that the enemy might come in from an invisible corner.

But the only thing that can be sure is that the other side wants victory must destroy the Sword Emperor.

Only Sword Emperor and Paragon have failed the North, and they can truly control the North!

“Yes!”

It’s fate to leave.

Zhou Xuanji hesitated to separate another 500 souls, clone.

The souls clone quickly disappeared and went to all corners of the Sword Emperor court.

He felt that there might be riots within the Sword Emperor temple.

Thereafter, he continued to be aware of the unconstitutional creation.

…

Sword Emperor fought with the East End Royal Family, Paragon, fighting against ancient pride!

These two messages have become the most concerned thing in the North at an endless time.

A voice will soon appear.

Fight for the North!

Although simple, it is powerful to attract countless former creature servants to the front battlefield.

Even many of the old monster closures have followed us.

For some time, the North has failed to achieve unprecedented unity.

Less than a month.

Another pound of news!

The news of Paragon’s immense presence in the war of the Lord of Evil, Tang Black Tortoise and others!

The

influence of these heroes has been fragmented by their loss, and now they have come back and put the creature that has been transformed into a rectification.

Good at the war, they don’t have to make immediate choices.

As a result of reporting the matter to Zhou Xuanji, it was feared that the Sword Emperor Church would have lost its strength.

Zhou Xuanji did not panic, allowing news to be disseminated and leading to public opinion.

Now it must be the Sword Emperor, the Paragon God, to strike the enemy!

At

this point, if the influence is divided, the North will not die!

As soon as possible, let their intelligence influence begin to disseminate these statements in various fields.

People think it makes sense when they listen.

The infinite face of the North is that the two sides are exhausted, and if they are separated, they will be broken by the enemies.

The last result is that the North is not dead!

The turbulent situation has once again stabilized.

The news goes to Paragon’s ear.

He’s not exaggerated: “The guy really gets Great Dao to play.”

After this war, can those creature be cut out?

Life and Death’s affection are enough to bring people together into a iron board.

He shook the head, looking for treasure tower in front of him.

His treasure tower, unlike before, is changing color, black for a while, golden for a while and red for a while.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be out soon.”

Paragon stared at treasure tower, whispering.

bang!

treasure tower has a huge impact.

Looks like there’s something terrible about vicious beast being imprisoned.

Paragon Skyeyelids twitched, whispered: “It does not seem sufficient and needs to be refined again.”

He suddenly opened his mouth and sucked treasure tower into the entrance.

…

In a silver palace, the earth is like the lake, the water waves.

The ancient pride was sat on the crystal throne, and his hair became pale and his face was very bad.

He’s breathing lightly, giving people a feeling of severe illness.

At this point, an old man appeared down the stairs.

oldman looked for him, with his hands on a giant corner, said, “Lord, you want medicinal ingredient to be here.”

The ancient pride detector grabbed the corner in the air.

Immediately, the horn melted at the speed that Naked eye could see, turning into countless light points into him in the body.

hu… “

He grows out of breath, immediately calm down.

He slowly sat straight, his eyes got cold, and he said, “Paragon Heaven! I didn’t think you were so poisonous in cultivation, Divine Ability, you look crazy!”

oldman questioned said, “What poison is Divine Ability?”

For the first time, he saw ancient pride being so badly injured.

Ancient pride replied, “He’s going to follow ancient dignity!”

Speaking of that, he’s gnashing teeth, full of hate in his eyes.

oldman staring at the eyes, showing a terrifying color.

“Is he crazy?”

oldman surprised and angry called, immediately panicked up.

“Find Primordial for yourself and tell him about this, as to what is specific to Divine Ability, Primordial knows.” The ancient pride of silence ordered.

oldman nodded, leave immediately.

The ancient pride was once again paralysed in the crystal throne, looking forward to rays of light above it, and saying, “Where did Paragon learn it? Is there a bigger plot behind it?”

“Wait, why is Paragon resurrecting, who resurrected him, and where is the legend of his resurrection?”

…

Since the war began, Zhou Xuanji has no peace.

Every 10 and a half days, he will have to personally meet today’s journey, its origins, and the twelve God Monarch, in order to seize the battlefields.

Most of his souls, clone, have been extinct.

Zhou Xuanji rubbed his head and raised his body comfortably.

He has recently been studying unconstitutional creations and has drastically consumed divine power.

“What the hell is that? Must it be some incantation?”

Zhou Xuanji was confused with his own language, and he recalled that phrase that had just come to mind.

That’s a word of the ancestral literature that intercepts it alone, and he misses it, and he has a sense of heartbeat.

This feeling is sudden, because he was comfortable in reading the ancestral language before, just after that, he would be exhausted.

He started to repeat that.

It’s hard to understand.

Only people who can remember it, but they can’t understand what it means.

Even Zhou Xuanji, who learned to create a distorted constitution, was unable to understand what it meant.

As he repeated his thoughts, there was suddenly a spatial crack in the front.

This crack started to grow.

Zhou Xuanji had some hair in his heart, but insisted.

He has to understand, otherwise he’s as itchy as cats.

The cracks are getting bigger, a weird red breath from which overflow is.

“yell…”

A wave of lowly and terrifying roars came out of it and heard Zhou Xuanji staring.

Is this an incantation?