Chapter 1683 (1/2)
Its sound, if Vengeful Soul is deaf, like a ghost.
“Ghost!” Li Yan’s eyes sneaked open a trace of the gap, and immediately scared the hair to blast, and the leg to run.
“No!” Li Yunning complexion pale, he is guarding the mental state, grabbing Li Wei.
Within Qin Xuan’s three feet, they are still the same, the mental state swaying, if Qin Xuan three feet, the light is this sorrow, it is enough to make them fall into the accident.
“Senior, we should go back!” Ning no shortage of hardships.
The faceless woman in front of us is a ghost, not the face of their present state.
He seems to understand why the only ancestors who came from the temple of no return to the fairyland were so lucky and why they were mad.
The mental state is broken, and the mourning is like a nightmare, and it’s not crazy! ?
“I give you the word three people, with Immortal Force condense, where you can stick to an hour!”
Qin Xuan slowly started to talk, and he pointed out three spirits at his fingertips and entered the eyes of the three people.
Later, Qin Xuan stepped forward. He listened to the reincarnation, and he took the white hand and went to the faceless woman.
The mourning sounds linger, such as the bones of the bones eroding the mental state, Qin Xuan seems to be remain unmoved.
He went on for a few miles, and the mourning became more apparent.
“If you know how to die, you will die, you will not die, where is the road…”
“Go ahead, but dead end, will eventually die…”
“In the cycle, there is no other shore…”
The voice is very sad, and the Buddha Dao is endlessly desperate, impacting Qin Xuan’s heart.
“enough!”
Qin Xuan suddenly started to talk, he moved Emperor Sense.
This faceless woman is obviously the evolution of the resentment of the saint bone.
The emperor was in the air, and the faceless woman suddenly shocked, even if it was nearly a hundred miles apart.
Suddenly, this faceless woman has not retired, but she is dancing wildly, if she is a ghost.
She confided the ancient fairy language, “Great Emperor is also dead, why do you press me!?”
Blood clothed, sorrowful and angry.
“Everything, it will be funeral, the road ahead, already broken.”
“I have been struggling to ask for it. After the disaster, I ended up with no death. I have to go back to this edge and I will not be in Immortal World!”
“Sage, haha, what about saints? Ridiculous, pathetic, sad…”
Sharp sounds harsh, behind Qin Xuan, Emperor Sense white, Cloud Mist lingering.
The resentment of this saint is too terrifying, and I don’t know how many years have accumulated.
Qin Xuan looked calm, he looked at the faceless woman, under the protection of Emperor Sense, to move on.
Suddenly, the sharp sound became calm.
“Guest, how are you struggling for a lifetime, how can you? Great Emperor, how can you? Single ancient times Great Emperor Geometry, how many people can you see now?”
“It’s better to reincarnate and avoid being tired. After all, it’s a dead end. It’s been a long time to go, but it’s hard to escape.”
The voice becomes sad, and the buddha statue is endless self-deprecating.
In the eyes of Qin Xuan, there are even illusions.
He saw a little girl, dressed in red, bittering and practicing.
This is a family, little girl has suffered and suffered.
The picture turned, little girl already grew into a girl, she fell into a disaster, the family was destroyed, she fled, the wound can be worn, the under the foot is dead, the blood is into the river.
Qin Xuan is on the move, looking at the little girl growing up, robbing, revenge, snow hate, Dao Enlightenment, every step, as if it is hard and abnormal.
The picture changes again, the little girl has become an existion of aloof and remote, ten red makeup.
The phoenix crown and the phoenix were covered, but there was no sadness and no joy in her eyes.
During the big marriage, the Baizu celebrated.
In the vagueness, there seems to be a voice coming out, “I am going to die!”
“I know!”
The candle in the cave room, the sword piercing the heart, the tears in the woman’s cold and proud eyes across the cheek.
“Go, I have already done so, lend my bones and help you holy road!”
The faint sound sounded, and it was more savage to the sound of despair, resounding through this Heaven and Earth.
Red makeup is dead, everything is buried.
A figure, vacated.
The picture turns again, the woman is ready to become a sacred body, and the body is everywhere, and all beings worship.
Sage of the Sage, above Immortal Earth.
In Heaven and Earth, that woman, a long walk, walked through the years and walked through the sea.
She has been away for a long time, every step, all efforts.