Remember [花香 居 www.kanshushenzhan.com] in one second, to provide you with wonderful novel reading. When looking at the appearance of the man in white, Zulong was shocked, his eyes widened as if horrified to see a ghost, and shouted in disbelief: "God ?!"

The half-kneeled shrine didn't bother him, but stood strong and wanted to stand up, but the thunderstorm forced him to kneel down again, and the three thousand hairs spread like this and fluttered in a mess. With each hair strand intertwined with purple lightning.

He seemed to be enduring the pain, and his stunning face was pale and even a little distorted.

"God, you ..." Zu Long rushed forward and wanted to help him, but found that the last hit of Danzhai Lei Li was still completely lingering on him. If he took the liberty to help, he would suffer backfire.

Zulong could only stare at him half-knelt, in pain, unable to speak.

"Unexpectedly, thousands of years have passed, and you are still alive ..." Zulong looked in shock.

The oracle didn't say a word, he just stood a little straight, his hair was messy and fluttering, there was a trace of blood in the corner of his mouth, and there was an extreme abuse of beauty.

"Don't tell her ... keke ..." Every time God said a word, he felt like a sharp knife was stabbing his throat.

His **** is about to fall into the sky. A run-down body, which resists the last blow from Dan Jie, is undoubtedly killing his life.

But he couldn't help watching Fuyao buried under the thunder.

Zulong frowned. "Why?"

At this moment, cheers came from the tomb of God, and it was Emperor Fu Yaodan who came out.

The face of the oracle was so ugly that he was afraid of being discovered and disgusted by her, and put a restraint on Zulong with one hand.

"If you dare to say ... keke ... this prohibition will kill you!"

After the oracle spoke, he fled away.

His back crumbling, stumbled, and disappeared before his eyes.

Zulong was dumbfounded, only to feel a force stuck in his throat, uncomfortably tight, and he had no choice but to turn his head back to the tomb of God.

Di Fuyao was holding the refined elixir and distributing it one by one.

Seeing that she had a lot of pills in her hand, Zulong was surprised: "How many pieces of Dancheng?"

"More than a hundred." Di Fuya said truthfully.

Zulong took a quick breath and was shocked. "You are such a wicked man!"

Even if I changed the most powerful pharmacist in the ancient wasteland, I would not be able to make more than a hundred Sheng Dan at one time!

The luck of this emperor girl is going to be bad!

"It's not me, it's medicinal herbs." Di Fu smiled humbly and said modestly: "These 10,000-year-old spiritual powers are supplemented by the magic heart of lotus, as long as they can survive Danzhe, and it will not be abandoned halfway through. Not too difficult. "

"Oh yes, who blocked Dan Jie for me?"

Although Di Fuyao is in a carry-on space, she also understands that if she rebelled against heaven to make Shengdan, she would be exposed to the mighty Dan.

However, this thunderbolt did not hurt her, and the chaos in the tomb was extremely chaotic. It can be seen that someone blocked her.

Zulong wanted to say it was a shrine. He opened his mouth, and a pain of heartbreaking spread, with a hint of blood.

His face suddenly changed!

The oracle didn't joke, he really put a restraint on himself!

Once he tells the truth, he is really terrible.

So vicious god! !!

"Why don't you speak?" Di Fu shook puzzledly at Jiuyin and Baize pointing to the door of the side room and asked, "Is it both of them?"

"That's right ... what, Di girl, quickly distribute the healing medicine to everyone, not to die." Zu Long vaguely persuaded.

Emperor Fu nodded his head, took three of the saints with purple gas, and handed the rest to Zulong for distribution.

Then she finally found the Yu Cang in the corner.

"Give me the medicine for Brother Xiao." Di Fuya gave Sheng Dan to him.

Yu Cangqiong, who was holding the snake, carefully stunned.

"Why, do I need to feed him personally?" Di Fuyao laughed amused.

"Don't!" Yu Cangqiang snatched the elixir.

"The medicine in this elixir is a good medicine for healing the orcs. It has been a long time. After I took it, my brother could completely save his life." Di Fuyao said.

Yu Tianqiang's eyes lit up, "Can he still transform a human form ?!"

"No," Di Fuya said truthfully, "Nei Dan is lost, and the human form can no longer be transformed. You have to be prepared."

The light in the eyes of Yu Cangqiang suddenly dimmed, "What preparation?"

"Although my life is kept, my brother Xiao may be just a common snake in the future."

As for how ordinary it is, like ordinary snakes in the deep forest that are not yet sane, it has no spirituality and no longer knows people.

Yu Cangqiang's face suddenly turned pale and colorless. I didn't know how much he had struggled. He finally sighed and chose to accept, "No matter what he becomes, I will never give up, and I will not let anyone hurt him anymore. It ’s okay to become an ordinary snake. I accompany him to repair it from the beginning, even if it has lasted for hundreds, thousands, thousands of years ... as long as he can come back, no matter how long, I wait. "

Emperor Fu shook his cricket for a while, but she did not expect that the rotten Wang's mind for the cricket snake was so deep.

Yu Cangqiang no longer spoke, holding the small snake, and started feeding medicine gently.

Emperor Fuyao went to the door of the side chamber again, and shoved two Sheng Dan into the mouths of Baize and Jiuyin one by one.

"Give me one too, okay?" Dongfang Ji said licking his face.

"You are not an orc, but the elixir is just a waste of waste on you." Emperor Fu shook him a white look.

After Zulong had divided the elixir, he came forward with a smile, "Di girl, thank you! After everyone took the saint, the injury will be much better."

"What else can I help?" Di Fuyao asked.

Zulong shook his head. "It's gone."

"Well, I'll take them back first, and I'll be back in a few days." Emperor Fu shook his hands and grabbed the stunned Baize and the Oriental Sacrifice, walked out of the tomb of God, and ripped a crack in the space outside the tomb of God. Nobody came in.

After Zulong watched her leave, she turned back to the tomb of the gods, and both of them did not notice that there was a figure of white clothes in the hidden corner not far away, looking at it with certainty.

"puff--!"

An unstoppable scarlet blood slipped from the shrine's lips.

Feeling the sudden flow of life from his body, the oracle dropped his head in panic and looked at his palm.

Originally the slender joints, white and jade fingers became wrinkled and old.

A breeze blew through, and dazzling silver hair fell into the eyes.

All of his ink hair turned into silver, and Feng Er tangled in the sky with messy hair.

"No, no, no ... I'm not like that ..."

He still had some time. He suffered a calamity, but he did not expect that the limit of the five gods would be reached.

Once the limit is reached, it means that he will wipe out the ashes, he, the god, this person will completely disappear ...

The mind was extremely chaotic, flashing countless pictures, and finally stayed on that day to rescue him in the ghost palace emperor.

The oracle closed his eyes in despair and collapse.

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