The specific reasons have not been verified.

In short, the fairy tales in the town of Jinghong, the smashing of the eight-turn, the strong martial arts, and so on, have formed a delicate balance.

The fairy house is almost stateless, and the house is filled with pure war.

Nowadays, Fang Yuan has completely converted the war to its own use, and will also extrude other southern Xinjiang.

Since I was born again, I have been planning for a long time and finally got what I want at this moment!

Fang Yuan is full of joy.

But at the same time, he is inevitably nervous.

"Come on, hurry up." Fang Yuan secretly urged himself.

Although the war is his own, it takes some time to take over the fairy house.

This time is the most vulnerable time for Fangyuan.

If it is among the southern Xinjiang Zhuxian, who can't think of it, directly killing the killer and bombarding the Yitian Mountain, Fangyuan will have to resist and expose it.

Southern Xinjiang, the immortals are mad, and the anger and hatred in their hearts are filled with hearts.

If you really find the source, they will definitely attack the group, and they will unload the eight pieces of Fangyuan and smash it into bones!

Their mood is completely understandable.

After all, these months, these celestial beings have done their best, in order to fight for the first, what means are all made, just to win the fairy house.

But in the end, the hope in my heart collapsed. The fairy house that thinks about it has become a thing of others!

If Fangyuan follows the gambling contract, step by step, and win the cents step by step, the cents also have time to accept this fact. But Fang Yuan is sneaking, holding them aside and completely ignoring them. This kind of act of seizing the fairy house, in the view of the Southern Xinjiang Zhu Xian, is tantamount to robbing theft, extravagant and treacherous, shameless!

What is your own effort these days?

It’s totally useless!

Although the Southern Xinjiang Immortals did not attack for a while, various methods of investigation were used.

In a short while, Fang Yuan felt dozens of fluctuations and swept through him.

His heart was naturally more tense, and the muscles and muscles were involuntarily screwed up, and the whole body was blown up.

Although he had met with the singer, he was only an improved version. Even if it is the original version, it will not be able to improve the era, and there will be investigations and investigations.

Fang Yuan has sufficient confidence in deceiving seven turns and six turns to Zhu Xian. However, it is not very high to grasp the scams of the eight turns.

Time is one minute and one second, slipping through Fang Yuan’s heart.

In Fang Yuan’s mind, all kinds of thoughts are like the tide of the sea.

With the gradual takeover of the Xianyu House by Fangyuan, the internal structure of the Jinghong chaos is clearly displayed in the heart of Fangyuan.

Fangyuan seized all the time and tried his best to identify these fairy tales and geniuses.

In this critical moment, the realm of Zhidao Master gave him considerable help. Relying on these immortals, Fan Yi, Fang Yuan to calculate the various aspects of the fairy house.

Therefore, Fang Yuan’s understanding of the Xianxu House’s horror and chaos is in a short period of time, from nothing to nothing.

"Successful!" Fang Yuan's eyes were bright and his heart shouted.

At this moment, he was finally done, completely took over the fairy tale.

This fairy house has become his own thing. Fang Yuan’s thoughts will be able to move this fairy house out.

Boom.

Just then, the gate of the ward was kicked and smashed.

Xiaoshan, Lu Dingfeng and other three five-turn, with a large team of people, imposingly entered.

"This, this, and that, are suspicious people, all killed!" Xiaoshan was full of murderousness, pointing to three beds, drinking high in the mouth.

It turned out that the Southern Xinjiang Immortals not only madly explored themselves, but also dispatched their own chess pieces, and launched a **** cleaning in the camps of the two sides.

Any object that is suspected by the celestial beings must be strangled, so as to come out of the source of this singularly behind-the-scenes black hand.

Southern Xinjiang, the immortals are anxious.

Even if you reveal your own body, and the truth of the Yitianshan war, you can't take it anymore.

"Although I didn't see my meeting and met each other, but I still suspected it..." Fang Yuan whispered.

Among the three suspicious targets that Xiaoshan has just fingered, it contains Fangyuan.

Seeing the five-turner, Sun Fat Tiger, and smirking at himself, Fang Yuan’s heart was calm and not nervous.

Of course, Fang Yuan still showed a very confused and angry look on the surface, and said: "What are you doing? It is not the undercover of the right path!"

"Take you if you are!" Sun Fat Tiger screamed and rushed to Fangyuan, kicked and kicked, and kicked on Fangyuan's chest.

Fang Yuan's chest, immediately deep depression, the heart ruptured, a lot of blood spewed out.

Fang Yuan screamed and raised his hand to fight back.

The result was again punched by Sun Fathu.

A bang.

Fang Yuan’s body slammed into the wall, then slipped down, fell to the ground, his eyes widened, and “Tragic death” was on the spot.

"Go! Go to the next!!" After the treatment was completed, Xiaoshan waved his hand and walked away with the momentum of everyone.

The wounded, who were panicked, and the bodies of three unlucky ones.

Fang Yuan is of course not dead.

This is just a disguise.

The disguise that I met before was limited to the human form, but it was easy to show the appearance of death.

Fangyuan still needs some time.

It’s not enough to take over the Xianyue House’s Jinghong’s chaos. There is still one thing left, and it needs Fangyuan to deal with it.

That is, then the town smashed the force of the real martial arts!

In the horror of the chaos, there are still a lot of Xianyuan. Fangyuan urged the Xianyu House to cooperate with his own warfare to form the majestic power and attack the vigorous Zhenwuxian.

The eight-turned fairy that was originally asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and violently resisted.

Fang Yuan’s heart snorted: “It’s not so easy...”

He is not surprised.

Because of the past life, the eight-turned force was really martial, and he ran out.

It is also one of the circumstances in which Fang Zhenxian predicted the rehearsal.

The tenth force of the martial arts is the must-have thing of Fangyuan. Fangyuan naturally will not be easy to give up, and he has prepared a lot of means to deal with this situation.

However, just as he was ready to start, the sky suddenly loosed and the ground began to tremble slightly.

Southern Xinjiang, the immortals are amazed, have to drink low: "What is going on?"

"This seems to be a sign of the disaster!"

"Well, how can there be a disaster?"

“Is it because someone can’t get over?”

"Take him who is robbing, what I am most concerned about now is to take out the thief who stole the fairy house!!"

Fang Yuan is also very surprised: "When time has not yet arrived, how can it be advanced? Oops... The disaster has already come, so will the shadows be far behind?"

Fang Yuan knows badly, and hesitates to hesitate.

"Is the catastrophe launched in advance, is it the impact of my rebirth? The shadows are mysterious and powerful, should I retreat?"

In fact, at this time, it is impossible to give up the strong martial arts.

After all, the world is not just a strong martial art here, but also a black Loulan.

Even between Hei Loulan and Fangyuan, a covenant was signed. However, as long as the time limit of the covenant arrives, or the use of channel means to break the covenant, Fangyuan can also deal with the black Loulan.

In the past, Fang Yuan did not have the strength to deal with Hei Loulan. Because behind the black Loulan, there are Lishan fairy, as well as the burning witch.

But now Fangyuan has a fairy house. As long as he does not hesitate to spend the yuan, he will be able to suppress the three female immortals, and control what seven turns, eight turns, or ten.

In the hand of the fairy house, the source of the source is immediately enough!

"However, if it is abandoned, it is really a pity. This is the eight-turn force of the real martial arts... Even if it is murdered, it will be a thing of the future. In the future... Who can make it clear, how can it be guaranteed? Just after signing it, if you give up here and deal with the black Loulan, you will be afraid of night dreams."

When hesitating, the sky is changing again!

The old man of Shishi appeared and led the ten best celestial beings.

The southern Xinjiang Zhuxian was heavily surrounded, and after the horror, the anger in the heart was even more powerful.

There is a sinful anger: "Who are you waiting for? Is the fairy house a ghost for you?"

There are also eight turns of 蛊仙冷哼: "The head of the Tibetan head and the tail, the ability to come up with the true face, the old man should look at it, there are still people in this southern Xinjiang to calculate me?"

The old man of the Rock looked at the Southern Xinjiang, and sneered with disdain, and then turned his head and looked at the shadows: "I will explain the things that tell you, you must remember them."

Innocently blinking innocently, nodded and said: "You go to hell, don't worry about me."

He was born only six hours later, and he was trained to achieve six turns, and he achieved success. But for the whole world, the concept of life and death is still very ignorant.

The old man of Rocks shook his head helplessly.

His original intention ~lightnovelpub.net~ naturally is not to create such a helper.

"Unfortunately, my accomplishments in humanity can't be compared with people's ancestors. The ten ancestors of the ancestors can live forever. The pure dreams I created are only for the life of nine hours. Although the soul is sleepless. The drawbacks were removed by me, but the memory in the soul is still gradually disappeared by the dream path."

In this way, even if it is a temporary innocence, it is of no use. The more you instill, the faster you forget.

Only by letting himself remember it, there is a slight effect.

The old stone man hides the regret in his heart: "I have gone, but before I die, I will calculate it for you again."

"Be careful... yourself..." The old man of Shishi finished the last words of the last sentence, and the whole body turned into a bluffing sand, which was completely dissipated in the wind.

Along with his soul, many shadow sects sacrificed themselves and put their souls into a large array.

There is no big life in the sacred sacred sect. Under the heroic sacrifice of many celestial beings, it has been greatly improved and reached 90%.

Southern Xinjiang Zhuxians have long tried to break through this big array, and now the big array is perfect to 90%, so that these southern Xinjiang Zhuxian are both shocking and scared.

On top of the head, thousands of pearls robbed from high altitude.

Southern Xinjiang immortals have temporarily abandoned the breakout and turned to the disaster that came to their heads. ☆(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for the recommended ticket, the monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation.)