MTL - The Phoenix Arises-Chapter 560 Gray smoke

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When I think of it, I will take out the ice yurt immediately.

The calm and harmonious requiems poured out, slowly healed the **** and inflammatory heart, and began to re-integrate.

Wen Xian also took out a guqin, a string of strong notes and the soul-sucking song suddenly collided.

The magic Yin Ben has endured the soul sorrow of the soul, and now he has a strong collision like Wen Xian. He has received it. He immediately put away Tao Xun and stormed toward Wen Ling.

The crowd rushed forward and blocked the Entangling.

The magical Yin was irritated and mad as he stormed the crowd.

The original strength is quite different. The magic Yin also sacrificed all his mysterious power at this moment, and soon everyone was shot out by the magic Yin.

Without the blockade of Xuanyuan Mo and others, Mo Yin immediately rushed to the protective cover.

"Be careful."

Everyone was shocked.

Wensel and Sanruyi immediately stepped forward, trying to block the attack of the magic Yin, but the red-eyed magic Yin is where they can stop.

Mo Yin directly smashed the warm and Sang Ruyi with one hand.

"Warmer..."

Xia Houchen immediately flew to catch the warmth.

"Save the Master."

Looking at the magic Yin broke the protective cover, the warmth was in a hurry.

Xia Houchen was shocked and immediately threw the Qilin sword in his hand toward the magic.

When the demon Yin light glimpsed, and stretched out his hand and smashed the Qilin sword, he would have to fight against the blood, but he was entangled in Xiahouchen.

"Not self-reliant."

Only a few rounds, Xiahouchen was shot by the magic Yin.

After Xiahouchen, Wenxian and Hanshui entangled the magic Yin together, and then Xuanyuan Mo and Jun Wuxie.

After several rounds of wheel battles, all the people were bruised and wounded, and the internal injuries were serious. Ning Zichen and Wen Zhe, who were slightly worse, have been unable to get up again.

Only the chills, Xiahouchen, Jun Wuxie and Xuanyuan ink are still struggling to support, but they are also the end of the strong.

"You all **** it."

The magical Yin’s arms were shocked, and the strong black magic was like a wave of electric waves, flying away toward Xiahouchen and others.

"Boom", everyone was shaken out.

Everyone fell to the ground and looked at the magical Yin who was close to the blood. He wanted to get up and block, but he couldn’t move a finger.

The **** smothered, watching the blood in a blink of an instant.

"We have gone through tens of billions of years ago. I didn't expect you to die in my hands after tens of billions of years, hahahaha..."

When Demon Yin looked at it, he quickly merged with the successful blood inflammation. He laughed and raised his hand and put it on his heavenly spirit, but he suddenly became stiff.

"Stop it, I will never allow you to use my body to do bad things."

The voice of Sanqiu suddenly came out of the body of the magic Yin.

"father......"

When he heard the voice of Sancho, Sang Ruyi immediately climbed up from the ground.

"Just you can stop me."

The magic is cold and disdainful, and the soul is shocked, but it is unresponsive.

"what happened?"

"Yeah..."

Seeing that the fusion of blood inflammation is about to be completed, the magic Yin was shocked, and immediately concentrated all the mental strength suddenly.

"what……"

Sancho screamed and disappeared in an instant.

"father......"

Once he took back the initiative of the body, the magic Yin raised his hand and went to the **** spirit.

"Master..."

At this moment, everyone’s heart mentioned the blind eye.

"Boom", the black magic was suddenly shaken.

The magic Yin was shocked, and the **** smothered staring at the virtual shadow of the real thing.

Only between a few moments, blood inflammation has a flesh and truly reborn.

"Great, Master is resurrected."

Looking at the blood inflammation that is no longer a virtual shadow, the warmth almost cried.

Looking at the successful re-emergence of blood inflammation, the first reaction of Magic Yin is to run. In fact, he did the same.

Only when he was just moved, he was stopped by Xiahouchen.

Xia Houchen holds the Qilin sword and looks at the magic Yin coldly.

Today is the best chance for him to bear blood, he must not miss it.

Blood inflammation also discovered the intention of the magic Yin in the first time, flew to the front of the magic Yin, blocking his way.

"Magic Yin, you have killed my Protoss thousands of years ago, killing my wife and children, today is your death."

As the **** inflammation said, he waved a white light beam toward the magic.

Mo Yin risk escaped, and he and blood inflammation hit.

It’s just that he has been blood-stained now, only a few rounds, he was smothered by blood.

"Ok......"

The black mist was scattered, and the painful face of the demon Yin appeared in front of everyone.

"Ha ha ha ha, blood inflammation, you can't kill me, you are killing this useless body at most, can you help me?"

The magical smile of the magic Yin, and the painful face of Sanqi, are constantly changing.

"Don't, don't kill me."

Seeing the painful face of Sancho, Sang Ruyi immediately ran over.

Blood inflammation frowns, he really can't take the magic Yin how to seal his soul at most.

"Don't care for me, kill him..."

Sanqiu said with difficulty, and turned to Sangruyi again. "I don't know what to do with you. You have to go with your Uncle Luo. You and your child should be good."

"No, hey, don't leave me."

Sang Ruoyi burst into tears and his eyes were full of pleading.

Sanqiu finally glanced at Sang Ruoyi and Xiahouchen, and suddenly released all the mysteriousness of the whole body.

"Boom", Sanmu's body instantly burst.

Everyone was shocked and blood was rebounded.

"father......"

Sang Ruyi was grief-stricken and almost fainted, but fortunately, Wenser helped her in time.

"Sang girl... please mourn."

Warmer couldn't bear to look at Sang Ruoyi, awkwardly comforting.

Without the physical body of Sanqiu, the soul of Magic Yin was instantly exposed.

"You demon, I want to kill you, revenge for me."

Seeing the magic Yin, Sang Ruoyi hated the sword and looked forward.

Xiahouchen also rushed up in an instant.

Magic Yin disdainfully glanced at Xia Houchen and Sang Ruoyi, and glanced at the sleeves, and flew them out directly.

Seeing that the situation is more and more unfavorable to himself, Mo Yin wants to escape, but he has not moved, he was stopped by blood.

"Want to run? Do you think you still have a chance?"

Blood inflammation violently reached out and pinched the soul of the magic Yin.

"what......"

Magic Yin immediately twisted his body in pain.

"Don't waste your time... you can't kill me..."

The demon Yin was pale and white, and disdainfully laughed at the blood.

The **** sputum is cold and frowning.

Looking at the expression of the magical smug, Xia Houchen flashed a glimmer of blood.

"Do you think you can really leave here alive?"

Xiahou morning sleeves rooked, and instantly there were three black and red mahogany nails appearing in front of the magic Yin.

"Destroy the nails?"

Smell the smell of the thick black dog blood, the magic Yin was shocked, "You, what are you doing?"

Xiahou morning lips evoke a bloodthirsty sneer, stretched out a hand, the three soul-killing nails "squat", inserted into the big hole of the magic Yin.

"what......"

The fierce screams rang through the whole world.

"砰", the soul of the demon Yin shattered, and the smoke flew out.

The magic Yin disappeared completely, and everyone collectively leaned on the ground.

Blood inflammation is also relieved, and the three souls are nailed in, and the magic Yin will never be born again. Xia Houchen put up the Qilin sword and silently collected the pieces of Sancho's minced meat and placed it in the fifth empty stone sarcophagus in the tomb.

Sang Ruoyi was crying in front of the tomb, and everyone else was still mourning.

Xiahouchen stepped forward and gently wiped the tears in his eyes for Sang Ruoyi.

"Don't be sad, Sanborn doesn't want to see you feel so sad for him."

"Morning brother..."

Sang Ruoyi rushed into the arms of Xiahou morning and burst into tears like a child.

This time, Xiahouchen did not push Sang Ruyi, only quietly let her hold.

Warmer, the heart is slightly sour, but also pity the pain of San Ruoyi’s father.

After a while, Xia Houchen took the crowd and left the tomb.

Returning to the temple, Xiahouchen will heal the people.

"I really appreciate you this time."

Xia Houchen stood up and bowed deeply to the crowd.

"Mr. Chen Zizi, what is this, you are the great benefactor of our family, what is this little injury?" Jun Wu did not care to wave his hand.

Wen string stood up and took a picture of Xiahou Chen’s shoulder. "We have used our brothers for decades and we still need to say this."

Blood inflammation also laughed. "I want to thank you. If you and I are not reborn, you can't take revenge."

Xiahouchen’s lips and micro-hooks, “Today is late, let’s take a rest and go back to heaven tomorrow.”

"Good." The crowd nodded.

At night, Xiahouchen re-entered the spiritual tomb alone.

Go to the fifth empty space engraved with the word "Luo" and carefully put the ashes in your hand.

Cover the lid, Xiahouchen gently hooked the lips.

"You are really happy, this half has Sanbobo to accompany you, and the other half has a mother to accompany you, happy to make people embarrassed."

Say a few words to Shijie, Xia Houchen went to the sixth open air.

Standing for a long time, Xiahou morning called out the Qilin sword, and engraved a "Lo" in front of the stone.

Maybe he will come here in the near future.

Temple of God.

Warmer stood outside the room of Ningzichen, tangled for a long time, and finally did not go in.

Turn around and walk to the flower tree in the courtyard, waiting for Xiahouchen.

Suddenly warm on the shoulders, warm and lifted, seeing Xiahouchen, the lips are light, "come back."

"Why don't you go in?"

For the warmth of the cloak, Xiahouchen squinted at the room of Ningzichen.

"I......"

Warm and sultry, red eyes, hanging down.

She still couldn't bear it, and told him so cruel words.

Xiahouchen dawned lightly and clenched his fists.

"If you like him too, I can..."

Warm and frowning, watching the Xiahouchen, who was forcing, and flashing a banter in the middle of the sigh, "What can I?"

Ignoring the pain in my heart, Xiahouchen took a deep breath and looked at the warmth and said, "We can work together..."

"fool."

Xia Houchen’s words have not been finished yet, and Wenser will pounce on his arms. “I love you, only you from beginning to end.”

He didn't know how many years she loved him, and now she is so easy to be with him, how can she ask other people.

The honey-like sweetness was opened in the bottom of my heart, and Xiahouchen gently embraced the warmth and smothered her hair.

"I am afraid that you will be alone in the future."

The low voice is full of desolate.

Not long after his life, he could not accompany her to grow old, so he selfishly wanted to leave the same person who loved her.

"No, you will always be with me."

Warmer clasped Xiahouchen and buried his face deep in his arms.

Whether life or death, she will always be with him, forever, forever...