"I will catch him back, he can't run." Zhao Ninger said with a frown.

"No need." The funeral road said faintly, the body exudes a scent like a demon, and the entire starry sky is darkened. The condensate star seems to be isolated from the world.

"The funeral road, here is the capital of my Zhao country. You dare to shoot here, are you not afraid of the guardian spirit of Zhao Guo?" Zhao Ninger stared at him and stared at the funeral road.

The funeral road did not move, and as he walked toward Zhao Ninger, he said: "I have buried this star into the Nether, even if it is the gods of the heavens, I can't sense anything happening here."

Zhao Ninger's face changed slightly, and Zhao Qiuyi was behind her. Her eyes stared at the funeral road and asked: "You may not be able to kill me, and killing me has no benefit to you. I can complete the agreement and take Hansen back. ""

"It’s natural to kill you, but the soul of your life is ripe. It’s time to take it back. As for Hansen, since he has escaped, you can’t have a second chance.” Step by step, the whole world seems to be buried with his footsteps, the horrible oppression, so that Zhao Ninger is a little breathless, Zhao Qiuyi is almost crushed on the ground.

If Zhao Ninger is not protected, I am afraid that Zhao Qiuyi’s ** will be overwhelmed by the pressure of terror.

Zhao Ninger knows that this war is inevitable, and even more reluctant to let Zhao Qiuyi continue to bear the pressure. He sighs softly, and the horrible arrogance of the body rises. Like a goddess, he greets the funeral road with light: "Well, how many days?"

Rolling the voice into a strange power fluctuation, wrapped up in the funeral day, seems to be poured into his body, and prevented the progress of the funeral road.

The funeral road was expressionless and replied coldly: "The power of your heart is unexpected and useful. It is totally useless for this seat. You don't have to waste your mind."

"The burial road, I ask you, how many weights is there?" Zhao Ninger is again gnawing his teeth.

The strange power wrapped the burial road, and even the funeral road stopped its steps, and it was no longer possible to move on. The collapsed world also stopped.

The funeral road looked at Zhao Ninger with a cold look and said: "Thirty-three."

After a word has been completed, the funeral road will step out and continue to walk towards Zhao Ninger.

"Hey!" Zhao Ninger squirted a blood, and the power of the heart was back, but this asked her that she was psychologically prepared and knew that the funeral road would be able to answer it.

"What is above the thirty-three heavens?" Zhao Ninger's body light once again skyrocketed, more horrible than before, the strange power broke the rules of the universe, descended on the funeral road, hard and let the funeral road stop again. .

"Thirty-three days above is the sky outside." The burial road answered one day, while the overbearing step came out, and Zhao Ninger was less than ten steps away.

Zhao Ning's mouth was bleeding, and there was a crack in his body. The blood leaked out of his mouth, and his nose began to bleed. The power of the heart language was once again countered.

"What is above the sky?" Zhao Ninger fluttered and the light shone again, asking again.

"Thirty-three days above is the yin world..." The burial road never stops, the answer tone has been stepped out, and the collapsed world has forced a step toward Zhao Ninger.

Zhao Ning's seven scorpions are overflowing with blood. Her power of asking for help must be difficult to live with the other side, so that she can be bound as a clay figurine.

If the other person's mind is not obstructed and can answer her question, the power of the heart will have no effect.

She has not been difficult to live in the third consecutive question, and she has been injured by her. The situation is very bad.

"Sister... I'm sorry... I'm wrong..." Zhao Qiuyi regretted it in his heart. If she didn't let Hansen go, Zhao Ninger would not suffer.

"It has nothing to do with you. Since he wants my life, even if he gives him Hansen, he will not let me go. Autumn, you are going." Zhao Ninger said, once again forcibly condensed the power of breaking the boundary, toward In the funeral road, the words of the heart of the heart: "What is above the glory?"

"The soul of this seat is accessible, the ancient and modern universes are all in one mind. Your power of your heart has no use for this seat. Don't waste any time." The funeral road did not answer this question, but just reached out and took out one. Things.

It is a table tennis-sized egg, which is transparent like a crystal. In the egg, there is a flame like a flame, as if it is burning and beating.

In the funeral road, the gene egg is pinched at the fingertips, and the mysterious mantra is spelled in the mouth, and the strange power is poured into the egg from the fingertips.

boom!

The blaze of light in the egg has soared and burned up, wrapping the entire egg in it.

"Ah!" Zhao Ninger suddenly screamed and squatted on the ground, his hands pressed against the ground, and the force of the broken world also exploded so much that her body was affected by the power of the destruction and began to change.

The original black hair gradually became white, and the small and round ears became long and pointed. A pair of snow-white wings were formed behind them. The whole body's armor burst open, and white feathers grew on the skin.

"Sister... what happened to you..." Zhao Qiuyi clung to Zhao Ninger, but could not stop her change and pain.

Zhao Ninger issued a scream of heartbreaking, and his body changed constantly. He turned from a person into a white bird.

The funeral road, Tian Guguang, looked at Zhao Linger, who was constantly changing, and muttered to himself: "Is this test body successful?"

A horror bird shook the sky, Zhao Ning's ** has been completely transformed into a white bird, burning mysterious flames around the body, like a phoenix born of a fire.

In the genetic egg between the fingers of the funeral road, the fire seedling is also turned into the same light and shadow as Zhao Ninger, and the self-timer is flapping its wings and flying in the genetic egg.

It seems to be in response to the action of the light and shadow in the egg. The bird of the **** of Zhao Ninger fluttered and flew away, and Zhao Qiuyi flew out and flew into the sky.

"Come on, break the beast... ask the heart..." The funeral road is hot, and the gene in the hand is lifted high.

It seems to be attracted by some kind of power. The **** bird that Zhao Ninger has turned into is flying toward the genetic egg in the hands of the funeral, like a moth.

"Sister... don't..." Zhao Qiuyi cried in tears, climbed up and wanted to catch up with the **** bird where Zhao Ninger was, but he still chased it.

Hearing the cry of Zhao Qiuyi, the shape of the bird was suddenly over, and he continued to fly to the genetic egg. His face was full of struggling colors.

"Come on, you will be the most powerful creature in the universe, what a beautiful life, that is the destination you should have..." The funeral face is full of fanaticism, the power of injecting the egg again Reinforce, so that the light and shadow appear on the egg, just like the **** bird wrapped in the flame.

Zhao Ninger, who is struggling with a look, is full of painful colors, blood and tears in her eyes, but the body flies involuntarily to the genetic egg.