Before they finished their words, huge shadows rose up, and it was those giants with blue skin and red hair and Kungang.
Middle-earth bodhi old zu monks secretly lose heart.
These giants are all well-trained, but because of their physical advantages, they are like a wild beast with blue skin, red hair and ferocious fangs.
After Wang Xuan saw it, he smiled and said, "It’s hard for you to come from afar."
He invited these Kungang giants to be stationed in the cave for five years at the cost of a hundred years, although it was expensive, it was important for future plans.
The first Kungang tycoon nodded stiffly. "You’ve already paid the fee and the wind says you’re a good man."
Wang Xuan frowned slightly. "Dare you ask if Gui Feng is a person?"
The Kungang Giants always replied, "He is my nephew’s descendant. I have seen you in heaven."
Wang Xuan a listen to immediately clear.
It should be time for those fruit wines to start.
Thought of here, he laughed. "You’re welcome. The banquet has been prepared in the fairy temple. We’ll talk about it another day today."
The bodhi old zu are child prodigies. At this time, they are also inviting hundreds of giants to go to the fairy hall.
Soon there will be Wang Xuanzhong left in the same place.
The bell doesn’t have a vertical eye on its forehead, and the dark fire flashes and looks around before unloading the waist bone flute and blowing it gently.
Wang Xuan couldn’t help gazing at rest.
He has learned many things through Li Yuan. The power behind this clock is the Taoist Bao Guang in Jubaoge, and there are three gaps in the pavilion, which are refined into a large array of broken boundaries, so it can help people smuggle.
As the bell blows, the fog boils again in the lake, and two one-horned bulls slowly appear with two sarcophagus.
Zhong doesn’t smile. "Wang Daoyou’s goods have been delivered and it’s inconvenient to stay longer."
It is meaningful to unload a domino from the waist. "This is my Jubaoge token. If you are interested, let’s talk later."
Wang Xuan suddenly understood the waist tag.
When the clock didn’t go, the black fog in the swamp gradually dispersed, and it seemed that all the birds and animals around were far away from the silence.
Wang Xuan’s eyes flashed a trace of excitement "long time no see".
Creaking, creaking, slowly beating …
Chapter five hundred and twelve crag flash turn god beast into virtual.
Hoo ~
As soon as the coffin made a crack, it was cold and white, and it spewed out with a hint of golden power but full of decay. Even the distant water plants withered rapidly.
Wang Xuan eyebrows slightly wrinkled detect bad.
The situation of Zhenjun in Guangyuan, Dihuang is far worse than he imagined. This rich and dead root method is like a dying old man.
The coffin cover was completely beaten, and the real gentleman of Guangyuan slowly got up, skinny and white-haired, and his face was like a monster.
Wang Xuan’s eyes were full of golden light and worried. "How long can you support your predecessors?"