Chapter 1281： Finale (1) (1/2)
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At the beginning, Long Yue and Xinghuo peeked at the financial resources of the monsoon smoke, and wanted to build a star-gazing tower. The monsoon smoke also provided sufficient funds as they wished. During this period, although the star spirit was everywhere against the monsoon smoke, However, as far as the strength of the monsoon smoke is concerned, the star spirit can't prevent it. The monsoon smoke has already touched all the conditions in the star-gazing tower.
As early as the monsoon smoke rushed to the land of the demon marshes with ancient dragons, it was already secretly sent to the palace to enlighten a group of elites of the Huaxia Kingdom, lurking into the Saar Empire, and loading the thirteen stargazing stations. The poisonous crystals are sealed one by one and buried deep in the ground.
Now, there are nothing in the thirteen stargazing towers, leaving only thirteen empty towers.
The monsoon smoke is like a thunder, and the cockroach is on the chest of Crowe. He can't believe it. Even his last chip is completely disintegrated by the monsoon smoke.
Anger was desperate and backlogged on Crowe’s chest, and a large spurt of blood spurted out of his mouth!
”Impossible...this is impossible...” Crowe swayed and wanted to stand up. He couldn't believe it. He planned for thousands of years, knowing how to win, how can it be so easily destroyed...
Crowe wanted to struggle, but a figure suddenly flashed in front of him, and when he was still in the future, a cold flash suddenly passed.
In the next second, Crowe's head fell from his neck without warning, and a large piece of blood was sprayed from the wound!
The fire stood in front of Crowe's body, holding the sword that broke Cro's head in his hand, letting the hot blood splash around him.
Death, eventually took away Crowe.
He was deliberately planning for many years, but he was defeated in the hands of the monsoon smoke and the fire. I was afraid that at the moment before his death, he did not realize why he would be so miserable.
With the death of Crowe, the conspiracy that has shrouded the temple for thousands of years has collapsed.