If you stretch your eyes far enough, you can see an interesting picture. In the sky above Mount Buzhou, a group of red mushroom clouds spread in all directions. After the ejected material was completely burned, it turned into a dark brown substance. Regardless of whether it was the crimson light or the dark brown substance, they were all in harmony with the relationship between heaven and earth. The contrast between white and white is stark.
In the beginning, the mushroom cloud swelled as much as possible, trying to burst the sky and the earth, but as time went by, the mushroom cloud began to shrink, and the whiteness spread, trying to cover the spots in the vast white snow.
The volcanic eruption of Buzhou Mountain lasted for 3 hours, 18 minutes and 49 seconds. Dongfang Herring lasted for 3 hours, 18 minutes and 49 seconds in the main hall of "Xuanwu City". Pudding Guoguo died at 3 hours and 09 minutes .
"The things that were born at the beginning of the world are really miraculous." Little Pudding Guoguo looked at the blue gourd not only not scorched by the flames, but with a hint of emerald vitality.
Thanks to this cyan gourd, otherwise, she and Dongfang Herring would not be able to survive the first hour.
"It's really a good thing!" Dongfang Herring stared at the green gourd, his eyes flickering. It's been a long time since he got the green gourd. He has been trying to figure out how to grow it, but he can't find the right way. Even the vitality of the pastoral space can't give birth to the blue gourd. , which shows the metamorphosis of the cyan gourd.
But now, there is a slight change in the volcano of Buzhou Mountain, which makes him somewhat enlightened. The black tombstone is also a heaven-defying fetish, but at this moment, the surface is dry and fine cracks appear faintly. I don't know how long it can last. This treasure who has saved him many times, he (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel .com