And the main force here is Liu Yi with his back to the world tree.
World glow flicker
"Life praise!"
"World flower!"
"Life!"
Dark, full of death and shadow, one pure white lotus blooms quietly.
A flower is a world.
They bloom in a heavy shadow, bringing death to life and weakening the power of evil spirits’ dark shadows.
It may be that the dark shadow in the hands of the distorted Heihe River was too heavy to be suppressed, but it quietly bloomed snow lotus, and even the ancient people’s power was weakened by the naked eye.
However, Rao is so gloomy that the shadow still engulfs the ancient people.
This has given many high-burning ancient people another thrill.
Evil spirits may be weak, but it doesn’t mean they have the ability to compete. It is the great world tree that can really compete with evil spirits.
Is it possible to be spiritual?
They call themselves ancient people rather than ancient gods, which is why they are entitled to call themselves gods before Baal.
"no!"
There is a man like a sword flying in the shadow. In front of the tide, he faces the most horrible, dark sword humming, and his hands tremble, gradually rising to the extreme sword will.
"the power of evil spirits may not be legal."
"We, the living beings, can also cut off the evil spirit."
I have been practicing in the teacher’s school for hundreds of years, and today I am extremely sublimated!
Sword after sword was broken, and several swords gathered in his hands and heart.
He has been brewing in his chest for hundreds of years, and the will of the sword is pouring out.
Liu Feng made a move.
The incarnation of the great sun god is burning and the sun is dim.
Iloshi kept pouring out the fire and lost its color.
Even that god tree, which is slightly inferior to Ahriman and covers the whole world of Qian Qian, has lost a lot of brilliance at this moment.
There is only one sword left in heaven and earth
It combines the ultimate sword learned by a sword master all his life.
The sword was eclipsed by heaven and earth, and the golden sword awn cut off the fragmented shadow, one after another.
People seem to hear the mirror broken and crunchy
People seem to hear the roar of the nameless
People seem to hear that increasingly weak whisper.