Wang Xuanzhan was taken aback, why did he grow flowers on his head
However, he knew that he was facing a near-death situation at this moment, so he didn't have time to think about it, and was about to stab the enemy in front of him with all his might.
Sudden! The little red flower on his head burst into a dazzling golden light.
That golden light was so pure that Wang Xuanzhan couldn't feel the energy fluctuations at all.
It's over... a golden light burst on the head...
Wang Xuanzhan felt that he was in a tragedy, and most likely he had been hit by some weird spell from the enemy. He never expected that at the last moment of his cultivation of immortality, he would die in such an inexplicable way instead of a vigorous battle...
When he was thinking like this, the golden light on his head suddenly shot out a golden light, which penetrated the head of the Marshal of the Celestial Race at an extremely fast speed.
The speed was so fast that the marshal who was approaching in front of him had no time to react.
Before the marshal's palms fell, he suddenly paused, his pupils dilated, and a look of enlightenment gradually appeared on his face.
Plop! !
Marshal of the Celestial Race knelt down and said with tears streaming down his face: "I was wrong, I am covered in filth, and my heart is turbid, please, kill me quickly!!"
Wang Xuanzhan held the Wenlong spear in his hand, and was about to fight back, seeing this scene, he couldn't help being stunned.
what's going on? !
The majestic marshal of the celestial-human race actually knelt down to him and begged to be killed
He remembered that he didn't send money to the other party, why did he suddenly give away the head? !
At this time, a delicate voice came from his head: "What are you still doing here, hurry up and purify the repentant enemy in front of you, praise the sun!"
Marshal of the Celestial Human race raised his hands: "My heart is toward the light, and I praise the sun!"
Pooh!
When the spear fell, Wang Xuanzhan split the marshal in front of him into two neatly with one shot, and added expressionlessly: "Praise the sun."
He never expected that the most powerful enemy he killed would be defeated in this way...
"Thank you, Elder Xiaohong, for your help." Wang Xuanzhan said respectfully.
He didn't know what the little red flower on his head was before, but when Xiaohong said "praise the sun", he suddenly understood.
In Kyushu, who doesn't know that Elder Xiaohong is a salted fish basking in the sun every day
No, it's not salted fish, it's koi! !
"It's just a matter of raising one's hand, alright, Daoist Wang Xuan is doing a good job, I'm going to save the others." Xiao Hong said back tenderly, and then disappeared suddenly.
Wang Xuanzhan didn't know how Xiaohong came, he didn't know how Xiaohong left, and he didn't know why Xiaohong made the marshal of the Celestial Race kneel down.
That is the Celestial Human Race in the Apocalypse Realm! ! If the gods do not come out, they are the strongest!
Their belief in the way of heaven and the use of the power of the sky are absolutely superb existences. Such existences are so proud and determined, how could they kneel here and let him kill them? Even the Five Emperors of Heaven can't do this!
The meaning represented by the back made him terrified when he thought about it carefully.
"The powerhouses of the Four Nine Immortal Sect are all monsters..." Wang Xuanzhan sighed with emotion.
Thinking about it carefully, this little red flower seems to be Anlin's animal pet.
Are beast pets so awesome...
Wang Xuanzhan took another look at the big white dog that kept snapping and biting in the distance.
Hmm... His current combat power is probably equal to a Dabai...
Painful realization! !
Wang Xuanzhan would never have dreamed that a hundred years later, his No. 1 Heaven's Chosen One would have the same fighting power as the dog that An Lin rode back then. This is really too fantastic.
Dabai must have gained a lot of fairy fate, right
I really want to hang out with An Lin, what should I do
Wang Xuanzhan shook his head vigorously, completely cast away distracting thoughts in his mind, and continued to charge towards the Celestial Human Race not far away.
The war is still going on.
I don't know if it's because of the deflated midline.
In this battle, there were no opponents at the level of gods, only hundreds of millions of soldiers of the Celestial Race kept rushing to kill, but in terms of battlefield losses, the Kyushu Allied Forces were exceptionally brave and killed more enemies. There have been nearly ten million casualties.
The surge in morale was one of the reasons, and the metamorphosis of the Sijiu Xianzong was the second reason.
Everyone was overjoyed, the Celestial Human Race would be exhausted by them sooner or later if the battle continued like this!
The Eastern Front is at war.
The midline remains peaceful.
An Lin and Xu Xiaolan are still preparing for the battle, living a leisurely life without fighting.
Yuetong God City is a huge city, and there are too many things to experience. There is everything you can eat, drink, and play, and it is a fusion of eating, drinking, and playing with the characteristics of various ethnic groups. The White Feather Clan, the True Demon Clan, the Buddhist Clan, even the West Sea Monster Clan, and the Shengwu Clan have their own special games.
An Lin held Xiaolan's hand, shuttled through the streets and alleys, very happy.
Early the next morning.
The morning light is slightly dew, and the morning glow appears in the east.
Suzaku's cry echoed in Yuetong City.
A new day begins.
An Lin was meditating on the bed and adjusting his breath.
However, the familiar sound of pushing the door did not resound for a long time.
He was a little puzzled, it was Xiaolan who woke him up before.
After tidying up, An Lin walked towards Xu Xiaolan's room.
As soon as he reached the door, a voice came from inside the door.
"Don't come in!"
The voice was somewhat familiar, but it was hoarse.
An Lin's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart.
He immediately pushed the door open, only to find that there was a strong restraint, isolating the surrounding space.
"Don't come in... okay... I beg you..."
There was a hoarse pleading voice from inside the door.
An Lin's pupils flashed white, divine art!
Are you kidding me, if you don't let me in, I won't come in
This room, I'm settled!
An Lin pointed at an obvious flaw in the restriction, and the restriction shattered.
He immediately opened the door and entered, and a woman screamed from inside.
A figure in Tsing Yi turned his back to him, covered his face tightly, and said with a slight cry: "Didn't I tell you not to come in? Why... why didn't you listen to me... I really don't want you to see me like this …”
An Lin was stunned.
He looked at the thin figure in front of him. The blue dress was still the same as yesterday, but the body under the dress was so thin, the hair was gray, the neck was wrinkled, and the hands exposed by the clothes lost their luster and were a little loose instead. collapse.
An Lin walked forward, walked to the side of the bed, and sat opposite the woman in Tsing Yi, looking at the woman in Tsing Yi who was covering her face and turned her head away, feeling a throbbing pain in her heart for no reason.
He stretched out his hand, and with some force pushed away the woman's hands that were tightly covering her face.
An Lin saw Xu Xiaolan's appearance.
The outline of the face is still an oval face, but the face is full of wrinkles and age spots.
The white and tender cheeks disappeared, the charming lips disappeared, the small and white Qiong nose disappeared, and the bright eyes as bright as autumn water disappeared, replaced by a loose and wrinkled face, shriveled lips, shrunken bridge of the nose, And dull, somewhat sunken and lifeless pupils...
Xu Xiaolan's eyes were red, and she finally had the courage to look directly at An Lin, but her voice trembled: "Have you seen my face? I am satisfied! Get out, get out of here!! It will be fine in a few days, as long as In a few days, I shouldn't be like this anymore, can't you wait, why do you have to... "
Suddenly, a warm and soft touch came from his forehead.
Xu Xiaolan stopped talking, opened her mouth, stared blankly at the man leaning forward, feeling the warmth and wetness from his forehead...
Ten seconds later.
An Lin stepped back a little, looked at the wrinkled Xu Xiaolan in front of him, and showed a warm smile: "I give you a good morning kiss."
"Eighty-year-old Xiaolan, good morning."
(end of this chapter)