MTL - The Sword Dynasty-v8 Chapter 225 Fresh real yuan
Why is this happening?
For many years in the past, he has always been the most powerful emperor in the world, with the highest power.
However, now, besides hiding, he can't even escape.
It takes courage to let go of everything, and what is needed is repair and strength.
With the weakening of the ** and the will, it is accompanied by a sharp deterioration, and his power.
Even in this black palace, even if there are countless slang words that are constantly noisy in his ears, he can't sleep, so that he can't calmly think and make him appear, but he knows very well, if not Beyond the power of the vast majority of the seven masters of the world, he could not escape the pursuit of the Bashan swordfield, let alone become a character like Bai Shanshui.
A military sentiment and shackles were sent to his palace with the replacement of day and night.
As time went on, all of this from the beginning of his request to become purely just to inform him of something that was already happening, or to just state some facts in a cold, urging him to make a decision.
The Great Yan Dynasty has officially died.
Qin Jun led by Bai Qi has officially broken Qidu.
All the princes of Daqin’s previous preparations for the preparations for Bai Qi’s military have now been silenced.
The large ship of Jiaodong County has unimpededly restored the trade of Changling.
On the table of Changling's ordinary people, in those vegetable markets, fresh and cheap sea fish have reappeared.
All the public opinion felt that the root of the problem-solving problem was himself, waiting for and urging him to personally solve the grievances left over many years ago.
He can even clearly feel the change in the minds of these people.
He knows that most people now want him to be killed by Ding Ning and end it all.
As time went by, his hiding made more and more people with this idea.
More and more people think that he is timid and shameless, and then feels that he is extremely despicable many years ago.
This is undoubtedly a shame that he never thought about falling on himself.
In the end, even such humiliation became numb.
All the ** and spirit are unbearable, and in the end there is only one strong desire to wait for a person to appear.
Net glaze.
Why is the net glass still not coming?
Another late night.
A lot of dogs screamed in the streets of Changling.
All the dogs were very upset, very frightened, and seemed to see something terrible.
However, all the people awakened by the noise of these dogs, squinting at home and going out to see, but nothing.
In the Royal Palace of Lushan.
Yuan Wu, who was hanging his head and didn't know how to fall asleep or didn't sleep at all, raised his head.
His **** eyes shot a sultry red light, and his throat made a low-pitched sound like a beast.
The person he is waiting for is coming.
A woman in Tsing Yi seems to have fallen from the moonlight and appears in his perception.
Yuan Wu issued a few sounds, and the entire alarmed Lushan Palace quickly became dead again.
In the darkness, staring at the petite voice that fell in front of the Yuanwu Palace, it was also full of uneasiness and panic.
The door to the palace was opened.
An unpleasant medicinal scent is accompanied by a black wind like a tidal wave that rushes over the net glaze. At the same time, there is also the sound of Yuan Wu as if it came from another world. "The widow has been waiting for you for a long time."
The sound is still majestic, and like a thousand steel needles nailed into the auricle of the glass, but the net glass slightly frowns, but nothing happens, just a peaceful walk into the black palace.
A powerful force pushed out slowly and orderly from her body, pushing the unpleasant smell of the temple away from her body.
In the depths of this palace, Yuanwu, who was sitting straight like a javelin, suddenly found incredible things and gave a light drink. "Your cultivation has actually reached this point."
Listening to Yuan Wu’s words, the net glass smiled: “The higher my cultivation, the more happy you should be?”
Yuan Wu did not answer immediately.
Because he saw a lot of unexpected messages from the smile of the net glass.
The depths of his eyes were naturally filled with violent and doubtful emotions. The flesh and blood on his back was trembled and twitched again because of the instability of his real body.
"A Huang Zhenwei is not enough for you. If you want to kill Ding Ning, you have to be stronger than Huang Zhenwei, like me."
The net glass looks calm and indifferent and looks at Yuanwu. He said: "Unfortunately, there is no Zheng sleeve. Your mind is too easy to ponder. If Zheng sleeve is a conspiracy who can play with people, then you can only count long. The mausoleum was wearing a pair of trousers to play with the children of the family."
Yuan Wu’s body began to ooze chills, his eyes narrowed sharply, and uncontrollable temper, disappointment, and anger made him directly hysterical.
He laughed loudly, and the sharp voice slammed the walls of the hall like a tangible giant hand, making a loud echo.
"You are very smart. It is really difficult to use you, but you are still too proud. You are still here. Do you think that I am waiting for you, just for this possibility?"
The net glass looked at him faintly. "Is there anything else that I didn't think of?"
"For example, I don't necessarily have to turn you into a jealousy that I can control with my heart. For example, I can borrow a lot of fresh, pure enough real elements from your body to help me completely dispel the vitality left by that monk. After all, I can perceive it. After all, you still practice the exercises I told you. Your true elements are still changing in the direction I want."
Thinking of what is going to happen next time, Yuan Wu’s body is full of excitement and tremors. Every muscle on the face seems to be twitching. “For example, there is a black law in this Afang Palace. This array comes from the past. The Lonely Mountain is completely different from the current legal system of all Zongmen. In such a legal circle, I can use my power freely, but other practitioners can't!"
He and the net glaze are very similar in some respects. When something is doomed to happen, they will not hide it and will not waste time.
When his voice rang in this palace, a black storm instantly rushed from the ground.
In the black storm, there is a golden light.
The golden light is like a wonderful slurry that converges beyond the speed perceived by the seven practitioners.
Around the body of the net glass, there were eight ghosts of gold.
The strength of the eight great golden men standing in the temple, together with the whole earth, horribly suppressed all the movements of the net glass, including the flow of real money in her body.
Yuanwu’s throat made a terrible sound.
His eyes are full of endless greedy eyes, like two terrible black holes.
With the pulling of his mind, the real element in the net glass that could not be moved was squeezed out by the strange, along the black air flowing in the air, constantly pouring into his body with the breath of Yuanwu.
The real element of the net glass was sharply drawn by Yuan Wu and poured into his sea of gas.
When the real elements are beyond control, the practitioner has no difference from the real dead, and cannot resist.
However, somehow, the eyes of the net glass still have no fear of floating, but instead a layer of more ridiculous look...
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