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- Since the fall of the gods and demons, all the magic weapons and wealth of the two supreme gods have been inherited by Lian Zizuo.
Only Zhan Xue Kuang Dao chose to bury himself in the dust.
"However, Zhan Xue Kuang Dao will not refuse the request of his master's only direct descendant.
Are you looking for a disciple who is responsible for your master¡¯s orthodoxy?
Which damn little hozen? Got the inheritance, but hid it and never showed up? It is clear that he does not take the master's majesty into consideration!
????????? Grandpa Waiting for the Knife, I found out, I will chop you three times first!
Before he had time to think about who in the world could survive under his three swords, the breeze sent an aura that made Zhan Xue Kuang Dao throb!
Well!
Lian Xiaozi arranged it well, and the little hozen finally appeared!
Recognizing the strong artistic conception of the Crazy Blade, Zhan Xue trembled with excitement. The ice and snow covering the blade was about to break
At this moment, in the right eye of Zhen Xiao, standing in the void, a figure sitting on the ground suddenly appeared.
"No! You are destroying Dongling!"
At this moment, I really had a splitting headache!
I could only feel the black blade in the left eye trembling violently and letting out a sharp roar.
Sitting in the shadow of the snow peak, his big sleeves flew up, and white bone chains crisscrossed his withered muscles. These bone chains seemed to have the power of restraint. They tightened desperately on the squatter's body, causing a trace of pain to appear on his expressionless face.
However, no matter how powerful the sealing technique is, it can seal the body, but it cannot seal the heart.
"My sword is sleeping."
The old man¡¯s will echoed in the heart of Zhan Xue Kuang Dao Dao Ling.
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?Old Master
The Zhan Xue Kuang Dao was instantly petrified!
Although at this moment, I was so excited that I was about to explode, the sound that suddenly appeared in my ears was more useful than asking for an invitation a hundred times!
Deeply keeping Zhen Xiaoxiao's voice and appearance in mind, Zhan Xue Kuang Dao tried his best to continue to freeze himself, pretending not to move.
Huh?
Zhan Xue is moving!
No¡¡
It didn¡¯t move? !
His spiritual consciousness has been paying attention to the changes between Zhen Xiaoxiao and Zhan Xue Kuang Dao. For a moment, Lian Zihao almost clearly captured the trembling of Zhan Xue Kuang Dao. However, just when he thought Kuang Dao would choose Zhen Xiao Xiao , and it fell into silence inexplicably.
Could it be that I thought wrong?
Lian Zi frowned, feeling deeply disappointed.
While Lian Zizuo was trying his best to observe Zhenxiao, Chuili Chenguang was also faced with the choice of instrument.
At this time, he was standing alone in the void, dumbfounded, with something in front of him that had a tight throat.
An old-fashioned oil lamp.
This tattered copper lamp looks so inconspicuous amid the brilliant sea of ??stars in the Lingmen Treasure House.
However, the proverbs inscribed with complex zoomorphic characters on its pedestal have been passed down from generation to generation in the memory of the direct bloodline of the Aili clan.
"What you gain will eventually be lost. What you lose will eventually come back"
No one on this star can read this kind of writing, except for the Qili clan.
Because their ancestors once held this lamp and traveled across the long starry road to settle here.
Looking for roots.
I never had much understanding of these two words.
However, today in the Lingmen Dao Lingmu, I suddenly saw the ancient artifact that my family had been searching for for many years, and there was a wave of heat swirling in my eyes.
Every scratch on the copper lamp is the steps taken by our ancestors to survive in the terrible stardust storm.
Every bit of oil stain is a witness of time.
Why?
Why should the damn Dongling people take it as their own? Will it be discarded in the corner of the treasure tree for others to desecrate and defile with their eyes?
I want to take it back
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