Novel Name : Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort

Descent of the Phoenix 13 Years Old Princess Consort Chapter 1859

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Chapter 1859

In an instant, the body shape flashed and rushed towards the direction of the sacred sacrifice.

"Shengyu, you dare."

"What am I afraid of? After killing me for so many years, I want them all to go to hell to bury me, all of them. "

The speed of the holy sacrifice leaping into the temple was no slower than that of the king of Hades.

With the cold autumn wind, the words of iron blood fly by, making people shudder.

Ouyang Yufei, his father's son, is being comforted. His face doesn't change greatly. There is an absolute mechanism in the back hall of the temple that can set up the ups and downs of hell island.

At present, he can't help turning his head quickly. He saw that his master was chasing after the priest. He quickly fell into the temple, immediately followed it, and rushed to it.

And just after Ouyang rushes by one step.

The collapse of the crazy people of the island of Hades, they can no longer control the large-scale riots.

Everyone wants to vent that anger.

As soon as tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people vent, this situation

The left and right Dharma protectors in other places are no longer available.

The crazy people in front of them rushed to where they were.

Vent, just want to vent meaninglessly, or simply rush to death.

However, they surrounded them completely. They couldn't make up their mind to chase after the king Zun of Ming island and Ouyang Yufei. They could only passively resist the people who had gone wrong.

In the distance, looking at the xuanyuanche in such a scene, I saw the moon at laliuyue saying, "go, follow up."

Said, with the Ryukyu on the direction of the pilgrimage to the temple of the priest flying past.

Others take a look at this, say nothing, and keep up.

In the eyes of the golden and white temple, it becomes more and more sacred.

And this divine and crazy glow is really endless satire.

Fast through the temple, Ryukyu and other lines rely on the front of the weapons to add sound, from the maze of the general temple through the rapid, into the rear hall.

The mountain wind is flying, the paradise of the world.

Outside the back hall of the temple, a small quiet lake is rippling in the autumn wind.

The green color, reflected by the white sky, is even greener than the best jadeite.

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