The Divine Martial Stars

This new year, Li Mu felt tremendous pressure, and the unprecedented sense of suffocation seemed to face the top predators standing at the top of the food chain. Mobile terminal

Song Yu, who was counted because of the name problem, had an anger and disappeared. The face showed an incredible look: "You... how did you show up? No, now it’s just the beginning of the prelude, you don’t have to wait a year. after that……"

Suddenly Song Yu’s mouth was open, but no sound came.

"It's so much quieter."

The white robe was stunned and nodded with satisfaction.

There is a subordinate, and sometimes it is really helpless, but once he shuts up, the world is quiet.

Li Mu naturally also saw that Song Yu was banned.

Sure enough, everyone hates it.

Feel the gaze of the white robe, and Li Mu has a sense of horror that is smashed underneath, as if the whole body is not hanging, all the secrets must be seen through.

"Oh, that person's exercises."

The white robe regained his gaze and said faintly: "Come out."

The air is not moving.

The white robe was playing another finger.

Snapped.

A law of slight vibration.

Tick.

A drop of golden blood falls.

The void, the faintness of the deep well, is shattered by a small stone.

The beautiful yellow dress of the beautiful palace dress, slowly emerges, the beautiful face, the blood on the left shoulder side, the golden blood flowing from the wound, along the tip of the arm, dripping drop by drop.

"Sister, it is you, how are you..."?

Li Mu was shocked and happy.

It is a yellow fairy.

She really protects herself in the dark, but it seems that the white robe is too strong, even if the yellow fairy is able to fight against it.

Passing a clear look to Li Mu, the yellow fairy fell on the penalty platform, and half of the body was slightly blocked in front of Li Mu.

Her left hand fibrillated jade gently squeezed out a handkerchief, the golden blood falling on the ground, and the golden blood flowing from her arms, as if it were back in time, returned to her wound and turned to wound healing.

"Glass, do you dare to come to the Dragon Palace?" The yellow-haired fairy stared at the white robe, and under the calm expression, it contained the anger like the ancient volcano.

The young man smiled a little: "Get it, come back and get back what was lost here."

The yellow-haired fairy was angry and said: "The void combines the extraterrestrial demon, betray the alliance, and be the curse of the cosmic stars. That is the price he should pay. He wants to get it back? It’s a dream. When I come back, It must be liquidated in the year."

"The winds should be long-sighted, and the dragons are short-sighted, and there is such a robbery. I am only going to squat down and look farther. You are swearing and ruining, and the overall situation is broken. Otherwise, the chaos of the chaotic battlefield will calm down." : "Moreover, after so many years have passed, the old dragons are still coming back?"

Li Mu seems to understand something.

The founders of the ancient heavens and heavens are clearly the Emperor of the Dragon and the Emperor of the Nether. It sounds like the contradiction between the two sides seems to be a dispute of ideas.

Li Mu is getting better.

What is the "lost thing of the empty Emperor" in the population of the year?

"If you are so eloquent, it is difficult to push the betrayal of the year. I want to take that thing and see if you have really pushed the emperor’s frontography as you said that."

At the foot of the yellow-haired fairy, the golden lines of the waves swayed like water, and along the platform, the ground, the walls, and even the void, all had similar patterns, flickered out, and then disappeared.

But Li Mu clearly felt that there was something that was activated, and the entire abandoned military camp school site was not the same as before.

"The emperor's pattern of the Dragon Emperor's Palace is called the mystery of the mystery. It is unparalleled. If the Emperor of the Dragon has a sacred soul, I can't break it. Unfortunately, you are just a sword waiter at the Yaochi Goddess. However, how many days have you been to repair the avenue?

The white robe looks confident and has no step forward.

Look at the void, the earth, the golden grain reappears, frantically flashing, like a Luo, will be the white robe.

His figure is like a moving mountain, still moving forward.

At this moment, Li Mu had an illusion that every time the white robe advances by one inch, the world seems to be shaking once. This person seems to be pushing the entire fairy palace backwards.

The face of the yellow fairy is dignified.

Her hands are condensed on her chest, and her fingers are self-defeating. For example, Yulian's white petals bloom and bloom, and the thin and dense golden filaments are constantly flowing out from her fingers, such as an elegant player playing fine. The same as the strings.

Everyone has widened his eyes.

This is not a battle they can understand.

The surface seems to be evenly matched.

But Li Mu saw the yellow wolf's arm tremble slightly.

Hey!

A cluster of blood fog blasted in the hands of the yellow fairy.

The little finger of her right hand disappeared.

The golden fine filament that was originally wrapped around the little finger of her right hand was suddenly disordered, but in the clear voice, she made a long hair, and each long hair was connected with a filament, which re-stabilized the emperor.

"it is good."

The white robe is sincerely admired: "It is one of the most beautiful seven flowers of the Longyan dynasty. The seven fairies of that year, red orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, yellow clothes ranked fifth, boast a enamel heart. But for."

Between the talks, he went three more steps forward.

Hey!

The index finger of the right hand of the yellow-haired fairy refers to the ring finger, and all of them turn into blood-blood bursts.

She changed her face: "Go."

All the golden filaments of the hand are ejected like a bowstring to the white robe. Her perfect hand squeezes out the handcuffs, a white light descends from the sky, wrapped in Li Mu, and directly retreats toward the back of the torture platform.

The white light flashed.

The figure of the two men collided straight into the wall in the depths of the school yard, but if they entered the water, they did not enter it and disappeared.

"Wang?" The stupid dog Hass's face is arrogant: "What about me? This is all escaped, don't you take me?"

Is this abandoned?

That yellow dress is too vengeful.

The stupid dog’s anger is screaming.

But fortunately at this time no one cares about it at all.

Without the manipulation of the yellow fairy, the golden grain of the void was torn by the white robe, like a broken spider silk, and all the emperor's patterns dissipated in the void.

His gaze was on the place where Li Mu and Huang Yi fairy disappeared.

"The Gate of Heaven."

The past that has been dusty in the years has once again come to the sea of ​​memory.

The white robe is pointing out.

The wall of the city was turbulent, and an arch pattern that emitted any white light gradually appeared, gradually becoming clear and stable, as if a blank piece of paper was suddenly sketched out as an arch.

The indescribable temptation to circulate in this sketch arch.

The Gate of Heaven, followed by the fairy edge.

Song Yu, who was even banned, also showed ecstasy in his face.

The monks who gradually came to understand the ghosts, thunders, clouds, and fogs grew up one by one, their eyes straightened, and they couldn't help but walk toward them.

The white robe is stepping out of the country, and the person has already arrived at the door.

He pressed his hands on the door panel and slowly exerted his strength. With the dense and dense brilliance of the hands and the brilliance of the caves, the white robe was swallowed up by this kind of brilliance. It is not easy for all the talents to open the door. It is as hard as a white robe.

A rumbling rumbling sound like a distant mountain thunder.

The sketch of the arch is finally open.

The milky white light shines like a sloping milk from the gate.

The white robe did not hesitate to go in.

Song Yu followed closely.

When he was about to enter the light door, the Lord of the fog was difficult to control loudly: "God, can we..."

Song Yu did not look at them, and the figure was not in the entrance.

The monks of the Xianmen face each other.

Everyone looked into the door of the door, filled with madness and madness, and the fairy edge, behind the door, it was the real fairy, not the rhetoric they used to force the foolish mortal.

Hey!

A silver flashing.

Haas, who has been neglected, swallowed the tattered ancient gods who had been beaten into the belly, and then rushed into the sketch arch like a wild dog.

Lying in the trough.

This dog has also gone in.

The monk monk was suddenly stimulated.

"go."

The Lord of the Ghosts made the first choice, with a ghost monk, rushing toward Xianmen.

No matter what the meaning of God's last disappointment, but in the face of the legend, once it is possible, it can be completely eternal, and any patience and restraint are stupid and ridiculous.

After someone took the lead, the last trace of reason and fear of other monks was vanished, and the fear of others who took the lead to take away the fairy tales drowned every monk.

Hey!

A stream of light.

The monks rushed toward the sketching arch as if they were mad.

The huge schoolyard barracks suddenly calmed down.

Only the armor of the armored squadron, the ranks of the army, is still on the school ground, such as a silent undead army waiting to be reviewed.

It’s probably a bit of tea time.

A hoof came.

From far and near, the speed is very fast.

The energy brilliance surged, and the Cloud Light Saints drove the chariot, like a streamer of lightning, rushing in from the scorpion rivet door.

"Avoid those bones."

The voice of Wang Yanyi came out of the carriage.

The beautiful long skirt of Yunguang Shengbi was stained with blood, with a wound, a sword mark from the left to the right cheek, a strange black gray, almost divided her beautiful head into two, the edge of the wound has serrated marks, Slightly creeping, as if a black cockroach was on her face.

She obeyed Wang Yanyi's request and avoided the sacral bones that had not fallen. The carriage came to the torture platform.

"Wait a minute."

Wang Yan suddenly opened his mouth.

He walked out of the carriage.

He was infected with blood and was wearing hundreds of sizes. It seemed to be the same as Ling Xiao, but his expression was calm and calm, without the slightest painful color.

Returning from Beijing today, I arrived home in the afternoon, the first one, and one more.