Chapter 1865 (2/2)

The shrill roar layer rises and floats across the land of Ming island.

The autumn wind is sharp, and the two heroes of the flourishing age end one by one. The highest authority, the holy sacrifice and the king's respect of Ming island are both annihilated.

Perhaps, this is their last account of the island.

More, perhaps, it's also a relief.

And in the sharp autumn wind, the hundreds of thousands of Tianchen army led by Qiuxian and Yanhu surrounded the island of the Ming island and began to land to encircle it.

A group of scattered sand, the disintegration of the island of Hades, is no longer that contempt for the supremacy of the world.

Along the way, no one can block, no one can block, no one is willing to block.

Autumn trace and Yan Hu are like autumn wind sweeping leaves and sweeping everything.

Ming island is a holy land for thousands of years.

In this autumn wind sweeping leaves, towards the end.

The clouds in the sky are smooth and carefree. The sky is blue like silk, so beautiful, so light.

The sky is still bright, but people are not.

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Enter the end countdown bird