When the butterflies are not yet feathered, they are just inconspicuous caterpillars. The only question they must consider every day is how to survive themselves in the cruelty of nature. These small caterpillars are very careful every day.

Live, they are afraid of extreme weather, they are afraid of potential natural enemies, they are afraid of the harsh environment, they are more afraid of the natural rules of winning, but once these humble small gadgets store their own energy, then these are not these none of them

The eye -catching life will climb to the tall branches one by one, accept this unique grace of nature, bathe in the holy sunlight, and soak in the warm drizzle.

Waiting silently alone. When they stabilize the layers of thick cocoons with strong mouthpieces, when they are selflessly sprinkled in their unprecedented wings, they are finally ready to soar the sky.

After all, they were sublimated in life, and after all, they broke the cocoon into a butterfly.

And the same is true of the Lingjian Sect at this moment. In this storm, they are like the worm that is about to build a cocoon. They shake around in this endless storm.

A straw that can make it survive, but the harder, they are farther away from the straw that can save them.

In order to Lingjianzong, there are already too many people who have not yet been born in Yunze. Perhaps in the near future, they will happen tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Presumably, most of them must

People will pay the price for this Yunze. No one dares to guess what kind of price they will pay for this sword, but the price must be beyond what ordinary people can understand, because this is because of this

The storm that hovered on the head of Lingjianzong has long been unknown when it started, and it has been transformed from a small stock to the center of the hurricane that is enough to shake the world.

Maybe Lingjianzong will no longer have the opportunity to turn them into a butterfly. Perhaps it is possible that Ling Jianzong will take this opportunity to break the cocoon into a butterfly, and the feathery flying fairy.

And now even the emperor Lu Feng, he explored his tentacles into this little Yanhu Island, so how many opportunities do Lingjianzong himself has the Jedi survival?

I have always deduced the predicted self -proclaimed gates of He Huazong, I am afraid that I dare not try to figure it out.

Right now, the situation of Ling Jianzong has long been out of control. Such the situation is not a little Wei Chi Zi, which can be controlled, just like Wei Chi Chi Chi Ruthless

In that way, the masters of the groups who screamed on the island now have long lost the opportunity to compete for Yunze. This time, only those who can really participate in Yunze competed here.

On the Yanhu Island of Jinzhou, the people who are hidden in the corner of the street at this moment, those who sign the boundary agreement by hand.

Since Wei Chi can see the clue ruthlessly, Murong Xuan, who is far away from the casting sword villa, naturally also reads clearly. Yuwen Taiping, who is in Shenluo Temple, can also see clearly, let alone Yu Canglan, the old man, Huixian, such

People, these are those who signed the dividing agreement with Wei Chi ruthlessly, then there will be a new question. Since these people know that this time Yun Ze's competition will definitely raise the entire event to this to this to this,

At a height, why don't these people stop the people in their martial arts from going to Yanhu Island?

Over time, with the progress of the excavation team, as the time of the birth of Yunze is getting closer and closer, as the truth of the distance becomes closer and closer, Wei Chi feels more and more.

Being invisible hand was curbing his throat, making him feel endless fear and panic, making him breathing uncomfortable, making him bloody, making him unable to sleep at night, making him tasteless.

Wei Chizan knew that, maybe this time he really fell into a long -planned trap. He didn't pay attention, so facing his end may be a broken bone.

Maybe at this moment these people who are still wandering in the streets of Yanhu Island do not know. Among the future historical dumplings, those recorders record the incident of Ling Jianzong as a top secret of a secret event.

In the Wan Academy in the Yongan Imperial City, no one can have the authority to go to one or two, including the emperor himself, and this major thing is the dark wave that has been circulating in the future.

Where is the black tide?

Under the black tide, what is the destiny?

As Zhao Xuan said before, the wheel of destiny will turn from this moment, and the future of the world is between your thoughts.

? In the thoughts, who became a monster, who would become a holy in this dark tide, so how many people will take this opportunity to practice as a demon?

There are too many conspiracy, which is mixed with too much hatred, which is mixed with too many as a last resort. Among them, there are too many helplessness, perhaps the hatred house

Drive everyone's heart, or everyone's eyes blindfolded by interests. In short, on this little Yanhu Island, in this small spirit sword sect

A real retreat, because when the masters hidden in the world have drilled into this little Yanhu Island, these people really have no retreat. The only way in front of them is left.

One is also the only one, that is, it is broken and then stands, and eventually breaks the cocoon into a butterfly, fights for yourself a bloody path, and a path of blood that steps on the blood of 10,000 people.

When the butterflies are not yet feathered, they are just inconspicuous caterpillars. The only question they must consider every day is how to survive themselves in the cruelty of nature. These small caterpillars are very careful every day.

Live, they are afraid of extreme weather, they are afraid of potential natural enemies, they are afraid of the harsh environment, they are more afraid of the natural rules of winning, but once these humble small gadgets store their own energy, then these are not these none of them

The eye -catching life will climb to the tall branches one by one, accept this unique grace of nature, bathe in the holy sunlight, and soak in the warm drizzle.

Waiting silently alone. When they stabilize the layers of thick cocoons with strong mouthpieces, when they are selflessly sprinkled in their unprecedented wings, they are finally ready to soar the sky.

After all, they were sublimated in life, and after all, they broke the cocoon into a butterfly.

May the power of this world be like the breeze after the rain. Don't shake these cocoon life anymore.

Come down, I hope that the species of these strong lives will be sublimated in this storm.

After all, the butterfly will break the cocoon, hoping that it will not be extinguished by the black tide after all.

This is Zhao Xuan's thoughts. I hope that it may not shine in this dark night, but it will burn when people need help.

Burning the fire in my heart, blowing the ghost charm in this black tide, the fire that the hope in the heart is in the heart makes the seeds of life more tough in this storm.

Just like the stars in the night sky, just like the red dust under this month, completely ignite the mixed world, shine the light of this faith, and burn the fire in the heart.
Chapter completed!