In the Magic Palace.
The scribe holds a glass bowl in his hand. The bowl contains thick blood. The blood in the bowl is slowly moving like a life.
On the platform in front of him, lying on the black horse Sima Yi.
Not far away is the black flas of the three groups burning, and the flas show Chang'an, Fuyang and a green mountain peak.
“How is the plan?” The heart of the Central Devil sounds.
“Very smooth,” replied the scribe.
The heart sneered: "Very smooth? Yin Yangjian, gongs and drums, deer singer three pieces of heavy equipnt fell into the enemy, Zhou Hao lost his life, shaking the light, Kaiyang, Yuheng three places finally collected the resentnt dissipated, Qi Jun Not only has it not increased, but it has beco less and less. The Eight Kings have gone to the second, Wang Hai. Is this your 'smooth'?"
The scribe who called Wang Hai seriously replied: "I don't have to worry about my Lord."
He leaned slightly into the glass bowl in his hand. The blood in the bowl was like a pulp ball. He fell on the shackles of Sima Yi, and then squird and drenched in and began to repair his body.
"At least so far, they have not found the Wanling array." Wang Hai replied with confidence. "The number of squadrons has been sharply reduced, but how much we can transform, there are people everywhere, and now we will converge. It is not easy to cause their vigilance... As for the three pieces of magic, find a ti, take it back, and the Seven Spirits will be launched as scheduled."
The heart makes a slap in the face.
Wang Hai watched Sima Yi's body being repaired and muttered: "The exorcists are clever, and they want to drive the knives and kill the knives to drive the human instrunts. They don't know that cleverness is wrong, and grievances will eventually turn their backs... my master. ”
As Sima Yi was revived by the thunder and burnt coke, Wang Hai turned and walked to the huge heart: "The Northern Campaign, I have a major speculation, if this speculation is true, the land of China is for you. The magic weapon to reshape the body will be an unprecedented device, no need to use the heart lamp."
The heart did not answer, as if in a doubt.
Wang Haidao: "My Lord, please see, you have been looking for more than three hundred years of Dinghaizhu, maybe already."
Wang Hai shook his sleeves, and a small bronze bell appeared in his hand. With the sound of "When
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