On the Jinyiwei Bridge, Liang Sulan sang the story of Dayu controlling the flood with her own play on the way.

The face made of "The True Talisman of Hundred Faces and Thousands of Faces" on her face became tighter and tighter, as if countless tentacles and flesh beards were stretched out and rooted on Liang Sulan's face.

The heavy secret history and the divine character of Dayu were pressed on the path of the fifth realm, and they gradually erased Liang Sulan's true nature.

The old deacon from Xuanzhen Sect watched all this happen in a daze, but was unable to change it.

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On the Jintang Bridge, in the direction of the Bohai Sea, a hundred feet of huge waves are like mountains destroying the city.

A king of evil gods stood behind him, with his body higher than the waves.

The evil god, who was like a female tree of flesh and blood, exuded indescribable chaos and fear, defeated most of the people on the Jintang Bridge in just one side.

Yuwen Hei Otter just glanced at it and countless tentacles grew out of his body. His backhand shattered his eyes and could only barely hold the word "Soldier" to protect his sanity.

Fan Xixi sacrificed the glass vase and hugged it in it and murmured: "How is it possible? How is it possible? Lord of Reincarnation, what is this mission? Just by us, how can we be enemies with this kind of thing?"

The old Taoist Tongshen looked plain, turned his head to look at the fairy who was completely trapped in the wisdom of the dark food that Qian Chen told him.

"Mother of all flesh and blood!"

Pus and blood flowed out of fairy's eyes. She looked at the flesh and blood mother god and murmured in a low voice: "Is the fairy meat - is it the recipe for cooking it?"

"So dark, so terrible!"

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Qian Chen made a move on the chessboard, and everything he put was black!

He stood in front of the altar of Luo Temple, faced the Three Saints of Creation, letting go of the bondage and letting the demonic nature in his heart flow freely.

The entire world is filled with endless darkness and distortions. The entire world, this era, continues to sink to the true world and to the deeper part of destruction.

"A mere five gods Xingtian, if I move my astonishing wisdom, I can crush you all, and even take your sword against you, and come and kill you!"

"As long as I ask the Demonic Way, there is nothing rare in this world that I am!"

"After all, the demonic nature that flows from me leads to the supreme..."

Qian Chen's voice was low, as if he was asking the Three Saints in front of him.

Looking at the statue of the clay sculpture and wood sculpture, he smiled: "But I am still willing to believe..."

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"The infinite power of all beings!"

The keyboard of the notebook is too difficult to use, and it has been written from six o'clock to the present.
Chapter completed!