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Chapter 1,722: The Dead Sea’s Energy Storage Appreciation of Strange Flowers, the Whispering Alien Ghost Face Flower(3/3)

breakthrough!

He has made his decision.

After rescuing Aunt Xiang, there will be a hearty breakthrough.

"I will use my strongest attitude to kill everyone and welcome Mr. Sang back!"

As for what will happen next...

Just leave it to fate!

At that time, it was chaotic enough.

The chess player in the game may no longer be me, but someone else.

"Keep going."



The third floor.

The fourth floor.

The fifth floor.

The first five floors of the Dead Sea, apart from the gradually deepening of the restrictions, the scenery is not much different. They are all black stone prisons.

However, the people of the Five Realms followed the Preaching Mirror, and the Preaching Mirror followed Master Shou. They visited every corner of the first five floors of the Dead Sea and saw many strange people and animals.

They are like monkeys imprisoned in a cage. Even if someone comes to watch them, they have lost interest in everything.

Includes food.

Including freedom.

Maybe even now, Xu Xiaoshou shouted to them, "I will bring bananas and freedom!"

The fact is, Xu Xiaoshou also shouted.

The five realms are all gone, but the prisoners in Blackstone Prison don't even raise their eyes.

Perhaps similar performances have been attempted many, many years ago.

“Fun.”

Even if you love the common people, you will not be moved.

Is loving the common people also a monkey?

What happened to him?

Without thinking too much, in the end, even if the Dead Sea was a pool of stagnant water and couldn't raise half a wave of passive value, it didn't matter to Xu Xiaoshou.

The leeks in Yujing City continue to provide food.

He was just wandering around to satisfy his curiosity.

It was rare for the Semi-Saint Refuge Group to relax for a few days and briefly feel comfortable.

No more trouble?

This is very offensive!

They also thought that as a group, the "refugee group" would go down several levels of the Dead Sea. At least one person would die on each level, and everyone would die in the end.

"It's rare to have such a quiet time for a few days..."

Wuyu had been looking at the Dead Sea for several days and only felt a kind of calm before the storm, even though the storm had just passed not long ago.

When the group of people in the picture arrived at the pure water vortex on the fifth level of the Dead Sea, everyone's eyes lit up and they moved closer.

Zhu Yiyi said.

Aunt Xiang, on the sixth floor!

"Coming."

"The calm before the rainstorm may be coming to an end."

Purifying water vortex.

This is the only way to end the previous level and lead to the next level of the Dead Sea.

In the picture, Master Shou waved his hand, and the group of people swam into the whirlpool like fish and flowed to the next level.

The missionary mirror image once again experienced blur and distortion.

There was dead silence for several days, and the chat was only accompanied by the voice-over muffled by the drunken wind.

This time, before the preaching mirror could reveal the true appearance of the sixth layer of the Dead Sea.

In the ears of everyone in the five regions, they all heard a hoarse, old voice that definitely did not belong to anyone in the Holy Mountain Refuge Group.

"Hiss, hiss..."

It seemed to be a smile, as cold as a poisonous snake.

When the preaching mirror shines with light and the pictures come together.

A golden sunflower suddenly blocked everything, like a grimace, sticking in front of the faces of people from the five regions who curiously approached the mission mirror.

Sunflower seeds are like a magnified eye, staring at everyone and making them retreat in horror.

The snake-like laughter stopped.

The minds of the world sank.

Then I heard a cold voice, rustling behind the ghost-faced Sunflower:
Chapter completed!
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