"What a ghost!"
Xuan Yuan also went north and south and visited several botanical gardens. This is the first ti that he has seen such a strange species of blood that collapsed without a word.
Since the sword was "run away from ho," the fate has been extraordinarily frustrated, even if it was "upper body" by the devil. The devil's head is fragrant and looks pretty hygienic. How did he tuck his back?
Does a man need to carry so much?
However, Xuan Yuan dragged the big burden of goatee, so he had no hand to pick up the sword, so he tried to use it on all fours—he stretched his foot to pick the sword in the sky, then carried the goatee, chased the sword and flew up. Clamp the sword with your feet to save it from soaking in the "blood soup."
But he planned to return to the plan, and before his feet hit the sword, those **** flower juices flowed down the walls to half, suddenly ignoring the gravity of the earth, turned a very unnatural bend in the air, and sprayed out sideways .
The **** flower juice flying horizontally woven a red glow in mid-air, and when it touched Xuan Yuan's wings, it turned into a mist of mist, which was almost a bit spectacular. But the goatee scread suddenly, and saw a few drops of blood-stained flower juice splashing on the back of his hand. The skin on his hand seed to be splashed with strong acid and was corroded on the spot!
In such a flash of God's work, I don't know whether the temperature of Xuan Yuan's wings is too high or for so reason, the red fog around him has beco increasingly dense. Rising quickly to the top of the cave, it quickly condense after encountering icy rocks, and then fell like rain.
Xuanyuan Birdman, although not producing acid rain, apparently beca a porter of acid rain.
Seeing that the acid rain he burned was going to fall on his head, he could only take care of the living person and shouted at the sword: "Excuse , senior, go back and get 'August 4' to disinfect you!"
As he said, he curled up his legs with force, and his huge wings put a cage on his body, forming a water and fire shield that barely covered the two.
At the sa ti, the epee fell into the water of the lake accompanied by the "Blood Rain".
Xuan Ye listened to this movent for a mont, and quickly looked down from the gap between the wings—because it was not the sound of heavy objects falling into the water, but a clear sound that was unique when tals collided with each other.
At this ti, he found out that there was a stone platform underneath the lake. It looked like a square at three ters. It just passed by the water, so he couldn't see it from the side.
And what's on the stone platform ...
The next mont, Xuan Yuan looked clearly, and suddenly opened his eyes—
There was an open coffin on the stone platform, and his sword fell straight into the coffin!
Before he could chase it down, a palpitation flew across his chest, like a steel cone that stabbed him into the apex of the heart, and the cold, hollow, and stinging mountain rushed into the tsunami, and he couldn't breathe for a mont.
And it felt like coming quickly and walking fast, like so kind of distant resonance, at the sa ti, **** water poured into the pond, and the clear pond water beca red and shocking.
Xuan Yuan suddenly discovered that the devil hadn't moved for a long ti.
Sheng Lingyuan felt that his seven tricks had been obscured, and his senses beca abnormally numb. For a mont, he had no luck in his heart. He imagined that the blood-like water would condense into a cocoon, getting thicker, and finally wrapped him in it. Let him shut his eyes and hide, until he was in the wild.
But ... hiding is not good.
He knew this when he was very young-the world for him had no place for him to hide.
Sleeping, breathing, resting ... for him, all delusions.
His mory resembled a awakened monster, opening his eyes and opening his mouth wide.
The epee buzzed, and the whole cave shook. All the flowers on the four walls were withered. The coffin centered in the water pool stirred up a huge vortex. Then, the water surface dropped a little bit. Shen, like sucked into sothing in the coffin.
When the blood in the pool water was sucked up by the coffin, and the pool water was clear again, it was already "falling out of the water"-
The coffin was completely out of the water, the sword was gone, and a ... "person" was sitting in it.
For a mont, Xuan Yuan wasn't sure whether he should call him "people."
The goatee's white eyes ran about in his eyes, fainted and woke up, and hanged in the air to "live and die". He was going crazy, and even Xuanzang could not help but get his hair upside down. He thought that he had visited a "thunder strike, frustration and ashes" at a close distance, and he would be able to travel to ancient and modern Chinese and foreign horror movies without taboos.
But the "person" was beyond his imagination ... because it was impersonal.
The coffin was clearly a scorched "corpse
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