"bass!"

In his hands, there was an extra blue flute with a pattern.

Seeing the green flute, the night song not far away changed slightly.

At this time, on Fang Yu.

"Okay, it's all the last words? Then I will send you down." Fang Yu's face was expressionless, raised his right hand, and said.

"Don't! Don't ..."

The six people cried miserable.

"Everyone is optimistic about me, and see how your leaders die. If you want to die like them, then continue to do things on your hand."

The whole green sea contains the ultimate cold in the tone. "When I solve your leader, I will naturally go to clean up you ... Wait well."

These words were passed into the ears of more than 400,000 monks in the Southern Union.
Chapter completed!