They couldn’t hear the rumble clearly. Every heavy syllable made the sky tremble and roar, and cracks appeared one after another.

"I have also given this sentence to Eritrea. I prefer the endless harvest to it."
At this time, there are also opposing syllables, like fire and waves, and the sound has suppressed many visions.
The split sky healed and the shock was firm.
In the hearts of all beings, it seems that there is a fire burning with the ancient and understandable syllables swaying more and more brilliantly to dispel all the haze.
It seems that they can see that there is a big river rushing in the eternal unknown place, and there is a strange Wang Yang turning over. It seems that there is a statue of an emperor who gets up and looks dim and solemn and cold across several eras.
For a moment, a Zhang Xuan confronted the throne of scarlet Wang Yang across the illusory coffin.
In an instant, the humanity shines peacefully and brilliantly. Thirty-three golden chardonnay waves surge. Eleven rounds of red sun are held high, and the spread ripples of the two coffins are completely blocked. Buried waves devour ominous substances.
Hua! The waves of the world are distorted like water waves, like historical tides, and if time is stormy and waves roll up the eternal love, a figure comes to the throne, sacred and detached.
In an instant, the clouds in the poor and high places are shining, and thousands of lanterns are shining in Tao Ren, and the air is winding up and down.
The worship of the sea has a virtual shadow of the 991-story closed meditation platform reflecting the extreme heaven and earth, and everyone is ruling the sky.
"After you and my descendants have made sacrifices, you can’t help but know that the plateau in the ruins is your destination when the people are suffering."
"What’s the point of talking about compassion? You should look up to heaven, man, water, and water together instead of standing among ants. This truth is known to all ordinary children."
The two ancient coffins are no longer silent, and the hoarse voice sounds like an echo from a long distance.
"people are really interesting. you always love to cling to relatives and friends, but in fact, we are not always in the same boat.
He who claims to be tall is the one who looks at the sky from the well. What you think of height is just a cemetery, a burial ground, not a place for the living. "
The sound of offering sacrifices to the sea emperor is very similar, and the lake is also very far away. It is a kind of inexplicable consciousness, and the light is like a slap in the sky.
Although they are facing each other, they are actually too far apart, and they are completely detached from the outside world and do not belong to the heavens. It is an incredible eternity.
They say that their will is conveyed through the ripples of light to make many strong people understand and understand.
In fact, people see that their hazy shape is just a manifestation, a reflection of the poly-shape, and the real shape is the way to understand the high beings, and any direct vision will be assimilated and distorted.
The most terrible thing is that the time scales are different, and it seems that the present world has actually become the past or the future is the reappearance of heaven and earth.
"Three ancient ancestors, but I can also confirm whether there is still him on the plateau."
The pollen emperor looked at the two coffins in a low voice and felt a deep repression. The confrontation between the ages never stopped, but now the state of the ancient coffins has improved a lot.
"It’s not enough for afterlife to just sacrifice to the sea. Do you expect that person to come back? It won’t work. The truth is far more horrible than you want. There are people outside the world."
The ancient coffin oscillated, and the influence of the two bodies fluctuated inexplicably, like some kind of coffin was slowly coming out to come to this world.
"Really? I know that? You can have a try.
Or I will come to you! "
Boom!
Li Yu moved, like stepping on the sea to cross the whole ancient history, coming from the past and reaching the other side of the future. It was really beyond common sense to imagine it right.
All the creatures in the world have observed and understood it, but they can’t understand it. The lake feels the sky splashing and the chaos in ancient and modern times. Cang Du seems to be shaken down
"When I didn’t even look at the virtual shadow, I heard the sound and it was eroded!"
All souls fear jinxia water waves, and the baptism of the sun reacts. They are eroded, and they don’t know that they have recovered until now and found that they are dripping with gold and silver.
Everyone was affected when the Zu stereo started, and even the foundation was shaken, which almost gave birth to unknown characteristics.
"It’s time."
At the same time, two figures in the depths of Eritrea came out with their eyes open and a coffin propped up from a deep sleep.
Amethyst Gao, the leader of the red ethnic group, was covered by a thick and unknown fog and walked step by step to the end of Naetu, where two ancient coffins littered the ground.
There are also pollen grains blooming in the sky, which blinds many perceptions.
An undercurrent is turbulent.
Boom!
In the eternal unknown, 90% of the sacrifices to the sea are surging, and two big hands bump into each other, and it is rare to keep overlapping and erasing.
The aftermath of the rush turned into pale ripples and swept close to this world, which had an impact on the whole world. They all fell into black and white silence, just like insects in solidified amber’s perception of the outside world.
The collision at that level is so mysterious that a trace can erase them from this world through the ages, making all living things of all nationalities and nationalities meaningless.
Only Gao can wait and see independently, and even try to smooth out these ripples and avoid the world becoming a market.
"Do you really want to fight in the afterlife? There is a limit to my patience."
"If you go any further, it will be turned upside down!"
It seems that the ancestors of two consecutive cold stereos are no longer satisfied with the separation of hands, but want to be real.
Boom!

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