Chapter 550 (2/2)
”Break it for me!”
In the eyes of the founder of dark iron, a trace of fine awn passed by, and the dark iron stick suddenly knocked down at this moment! A crisp broken sound sounded, the scarlet moon in poor Qi's hands, at this moment, was broken by the founder of black iron!
The blood red fragments slowly fell down and fell on the ground. After the red moon broke, the blood moon in the sky would no longer work. A round of blood moon stopped in the sky, and the door of hell began to close at this time!
”No! No Poor Qi roared, his eyes were full of unwilling light! But at this moment, the southern emperor's strong wind, has attacked! Just in the moment when the God of poverty and wonder was stunned, the fierce palm wind of the South emperor immediately penetrated the body of poor Qi!
Poor strange eyes, momentarily stagnated down, breathing in this moment to stop! His face was as grey as death!
His poor body trembled for a moment, then he fell to the ground like a stiff wood.
Blood on the moon! The gate of hell is closed! How poor!
”Poor and strange... Dead?” Jilei's eyes were dull for a moment, even if it was uncontrollable ecstasy!
”Poor Qi is dead at last!” I don't know how long it took, this name often appears in the ears of the strong as a nightmare! Dead at last!”Are you dead...” the southern emperor murmured, looked at the pale figure on the ground, sighed, and moved his eyes to the sky: ”finally dead...”
but somehow, after the death of poverty and strangeness, the heart of the southern emperor was beating fiercely, and there seemed to be something that had not been finished...
poor and strange died, and the blood moon slowly disappeared in the sky At this time, it disappeared.
Of course, the ancient senro monster, of course, can not come out again to harm the world.
However, because of this blood month, most of the population in Ziyun city has disappeared. I'm afraid the rest of the people will no longer dare to stay in Ziyun city. It can even be said that people from the whole eastern continent will migrate.
Ji Lei sits on the wall of emperor Jizong and looks at all the people under his feet. He suddenly feels that the people in this world, who are willing to have money and money, are still like grass roots in front of the power, and the powerful people, even if they are poor and strange, are still dead bodies under the encirclement and suppression.
”This world is so contradictory, don't think about it.” The southern emperor patted the back of Jilei's head and immediately walked forward, ”gone, back to the western regions.”
”Hula --!” Broken wind sounded, several figures fell in front of the southern emperor and Ji Lei, ”nine jade Xuan palace envoy, special help.” ”You are late. The battle is over. Poor Qi is dead.” The southern emperor looked at the front indifferently and left without looking back.
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