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But in this kind of world, the survival of ten thousand elites gathered on the battlefield is actually relatively weak, and they cannot turn the corner every moment.
When I entered the Romance of the Nine Kingdoms, there were nearly four or five hundred people in the emperor's court, but now I can count them with the eyes of my companions.
Not only the older generation, the young and handsome ones, such as the Dark Night Brothers, Xiao Wei, Mutong and other major national elites in the early days of the imperial court, but also many have fallen.
The method of practice is not just about bones. Looking back, this road was filled with blood.
Huang Xi, Huang Xuanyan, Yan Chi and others were standing on Kunpan, silent and grief-stricken. Their other companions in the Nine Kingdoms have been difficult to contact between heaven and earth, and most of them are fierce and outside the Nine Realms. There are tens of millions of Orioles and Fire Souls each.
Thinking of the tragic ending of these people today, it is difficult for everyone to calm down. Once they close their eyes, their blood surges, engulfing past familiar faces, parents and relatives, brothers and sisters, many of them, along the way. There was more than one wail, but nothing changed.
In short, there is only the shadow of a fairy, always so far away from the light of dust, showing off the gods, and never seems to have any fluctuations.
People stood beside her, as if the pain had dissipated a lot and returned to the deceased, only burning with anger.
The Age of Emperors, Invaders, everyone once thought it was a golden age, but now it seems more like the end of life.
Those who walk at the end of strangers have not given up, willing to be filled with blood, die on the road, or a new world.
"Young master is sad, Fang Lang and others must follow you to break through the shackles, stand up again in another world, and come back in the future. Life will not be extinguished, and the intention of war will never disappear!"
Huang Ying¡¯s fairy Huang Xi whispered.
"Life will never die, and war will never die!"
Others are also roaring. It is not a cry of despair, but a vent of hatred. They will move forward and never regret it!
"At any time, Fang Lang is the last to fall!" Fang Lang raised his head and said. From this moment on, he buried hatred deeply in his heart.
Because there is hope, we cannot despair, because there is a huge discord among hundreds of millions of people, so we must start from the beginning!
When Kunping Zhengzheng landed on a mountain at the end of the seventh territory, several main clan masters breathed a sigh of relief. This road is difficult to follow. They can't go on without the gods.
Phoenix Moon stood there gnashing her teeth, covering her air from Mengyu, knowing all the truth, what she really wanted to do now, her son's stench was suppressed and hung up.
But seeing that God¡¯s body had not come back yet, all her eyebrows were filled with sadness, she bit her silver teeth and decided to pick up the boy again.
Immediately, everyone looked up and looked at the mountains in the distance. The space there was a mist, with mountains and rivers, just like a valley. It was the eighth field that had not yet been opened.
Now the Nine Realms have not been fully opened, the order is incomplete, and it is difficult to bear the compression of the face, but it must be passed. After encountering difficulties and obstacles, everyone finally gathered at the end of the seventh field, standing on the mountain, looking at the eighth field around the corner.
In the distance, the mountains are uncertain, like a hazy world, because the Taoist order has not yet been established, and only the tip of the iceberg emanates from the scene. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com