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Where is his phoenix dance boss hiding? So hidden, even the master can not find?

Oh...

Oh...

The scriptures continued to make hints, but no traces were found.

With a bang, I wish the master to go back and walk, so I stood straight at the door of the hospital.

Step by step, I was shocked and looked forward to wishing Master: "Master, how come you are here again?"

I wish the master stared at the scriptures. After sweeping the yard, I still found nothing. He turned and walked away.

Where is the phoenix dance at the moment?

She ran to the wood house.

The scriptures of this broken child are too bad, the psychological quality is too bad, and the tension will reveal the stuffing, so when the phoenix dances to wish the master is outside, she slipped out of the window.

Anyway, she is now a nine-level inscription, that is, Mr. Zuoqiu's formation, can not stop her.

There is not much time left for the phoenix dance, because every minute and every second is very precious!

She will never allow self-destruction procedures to occur.

After the small courtyard of the scriptures came out of the wall, the phoenix dance was very cautious, because now the opposite is the left courtyard. The left courtyard is full of deep inscription masters and masters of the tactics. She is a little bit moving and can cause the other party to be alert. .

Also lost to Mr. Zuo Qiu, the attention is not here now, or Feng Feng will move his array, he will definitely notice.

After the phoenix dance carefully out of the yard, I found a firewood house not far away, and I got into the brain.

She first removed the last flying fighter, so that she had the inscription propeller in her hand.

Feng Wu now has twenty inscription propellers in his hand.

Shenhuang pen is powerful and lightning fast!

What Phoenix Dance didn't know was that at the moment, in the left courtyard, the masters of the inscriptions were all staring nervously at the operation screen.

Mr. Zuoqiu is sitting in the center, and he has two masters of inscriptions on his left and right.

On the big screen, it is a pattern of one hundred flying fighters.

Behind each pattern are a pair of red numbers.

If you look closely, you will find that the red numbers are counting down.

Drops -

Every second and every second is spinning fast!

The first flight fighter will soon reach the tipping point!

Standing on the side of Mr. Zuoqiu is an inscription elder, his surname is 卞.

The elders were frowning, and he looked at Mr. Zuoqiu: "Is it ruined?"

Mr. Zuoqi nodded: "Yes."

Another elder of the cow also frowned: "If the second emperor said, we can recover the flight fighters, why bother... This hundred flying fighters can be too precious!"

The other two elders also looked at Mr. Zuoqiu.

After Mr. Zuoqi experienced this change, his face was still pale, but his look had calmed down.

His face was pale because of the power exerted on him by Jun Linyuan. He has not been good, and there seems to be no tendency to heal.

It is the wooden blue medical doctors who are helpless.

Mr. Zuoqi has been coughing up blood at night, but others don’t know.

"In case it is not the second emperor?" Mr. Zuoqiu looked cold.

"Not the second emperor, is it the three emperors?" Everyone asked in unison.

Mr. Zuoqiu frowned, he only said one sentence: "What if the people of the Junwu Empire?"

"This is impossible!" The elders directly denied, "It is absolutely impossible to be a member of the Junwu Empire! I can take my head as a guarantee!"

The rest of the elders also said that it is impossible.

Mr. Zuoqiu faintly said: "What is impossible? Since there is a Junlinyuan in this world, nothing is absolutely impossible."