Chronicles of Heaven

I have to leave.

The old iron ran into the hall full of crystal balls, slamming into the yang of the crystal ball.

Wu Tie walked up and down in several metal halls, and his fingers slid through the metal walls that were as clean as mirrors. He has lived here for such a long time, from a weak child who has the power that he could not have imagined before.

He is full of affection for the ancient gods.

The big iron with a height of several meters was suspended behind Wu Tie. Wherever he went, the big iron followed, like a loyal and fat old hound.

The big iron constantly makes a sound of ‘呜呜’.

I don't know what it is, he still can't talk like the old iron.

He can only express his own thoughts and thoughts with all sorts of weird tones. Wu Tie knows that he can't bear to be himself, and he can't bear the old iron.

However, he could not leave the ancient **** barracks.

He is the core of the ancient **** barracks and the brain of the ancient **** barracks. After the modulation of the old iron, those metal spiders can leave the ancient gods and battalions hundreds of miles to arbitrarily sway, only the big iron can not leave.

For many years, many years have passed, and the old iron squats in the mud.

The big iron is a lonely person who swims in the empty ancient **** barracks. Day after day, night after night.

Wu Tie can't imagine how the big iron has survived such a long time.

Anyway, the entire ancient **** barracks was cleaned and cleaned by him.

"We will be back." Wu Tie patted the hard, smooth cheeks of the big iron: "Although I don't quite understand it... But since the old iron let us leave, then it must make sense."

"We will be back. Certainly."

Wu Tie slammed the cheeks of the big iron and made a crisp sound of ‘啪啪’.

In the eyes of the big iron, a burst of blood flashed, he leaned slightly, his eyes stared at Wu Tie for a while, his eyes turned to the long gun behind the Wu iron. After a while, he suddenly made a sharp ‘呜呜’ sound.

The sudden sound of ‘呜呜’ was extremely loud and extremely harsh.

Wu Tie was shocked, and the old iron that was bidding farewell to Yang Lan in the metal hall was also angry and roared: "Big iron... You are a brainless bastard, are you crazy?"

"No, you don't have this feature... you don't want to be crazy! What are you doing?"

The old iron rushed over with a gust of wind, and the big iron was called "呜呜", suddenly turned and rushed toward the wall of a metal hall. In a few breaths, he rushed to the side of the wall, and countless tiny blood spurts in his throat.

The blood light imprinted an extremely complicated mark on the metal wall, and the low roar sounded, and the entire wall rose, revealing a small space behind it.

A long gun, quietly suspended in a touch of blood.

The old iron opened his mouth, and he stared at the white body of the whole body, but was stunned by the blood, and he did not say anything.

After a long, long time, the old iron screamed: "Big iron, you stupid... Do you dare to ambush me?"

The big iron turned around, and quickly glided over, and got together in front of Wu Tie and the old iron, whispering ‘呜呜’.

In his nephew, countless tiny blood and old iron are intertwined. In a way that Wu Tie cannot understand, the big iron transmits a lot of information to the old iron.

"You...forgot..." There was no muscle tissue on the miserable face of the old iron white, so there was no way to make any expression changes.

But listening to his voice, Wu Tie can imagine the old iron 'face is blue', ‘a black face’!

Probably, when Wu Tie was a child, Wu Yin and Wu Tong brothers secretly drank alcohol and drank a drunkenness. After a fire burned the Wujia Shibao small semi-mine slave shack, the face of the witch war?

It was a tossing of the hearty ‘following the filial son’ under the stick.

Since then, the two small partners, Wu Yin and Wu Tong, who have been naughty and mischievous, have become extraordinarily well-behaved and motivated.

A burst of sadness suddenly burst out, and Wu Tie’s tears suddenly came out.

The faces of Wu Zhan and others swayed in front of him.

Wu Tie smiled and clenched his fist and gently hit the big iron's head: "Old iron, did not say, hit him... Ha, can he forget things?"

The old shovel stared at the big iron, and then sighed heavily: "Sure enough, the unfinished product of the temporary adjustment... your memory... a problem... but it doesn't matter, I will find a way to cure you. Wait for me to come back."

The old iron stepped toward the space behind the wall, and while he walked, he shouted: "Fortunately, because of the relationship between the small iron, it actually touched your emotional module, strong emotional stimulation, let you remember this paragraph. Information that has been forgotten."

"Little guy, this is your good luck... or your bad luck?"

Behind the thick metal wall, the space filled with blood is three feet wide, one foot thick and three feet high.

The lance was suspended in the blood, and Wu iron carefully followed the old iron to the space. He just glanced at the rifle. His eye was stinging and it was so painful that the invisible edge of the rifle was sore. Two tears flowed out.

Just a glimpse of the effort, Wu Tie also saw the whole picture of this pike.

The gun is about a mile long and the gun is smooth and clean without any modification.

A sturdy white tiger's head is set on the top of the gun. The white tiger has two rows of sharp fangs. The two-foot-four-length gun spit out and reflects the sensation in the blood.

The head of the pistol is shaped like a long sword. The widest part has a palm width and a sharp shape. It can be cut and puncture.

In the blood, the rifle has a myriad of extremely fine flowing light, which is like a vague whirlpool of the sky, and like an undercurrent under the surface of the sea. It is better like a myriad of flowers, birds and fish.

Take a closer look, this rifle is clear and clean, white is miserable without any lines of flicker, as if all the fine streamers just seen are just hallucinations.

"Old iron?" Wu iron stared at the gun.

His inexplicable feeling, this gun is very powerful, and ... is terrible.

It is quietly suspended in the blood, and it is like an ancient fierce **** sleeping in the mausoleum. Only when the time comes, will it wake up from the endless dormancy and devour all the creatures that are directed.

This is a complete murderer.

Behind the old iron, two groups of electric light flowed, and two slender arms stretched out from behind him. He grabbed the murderer in one hand and grabbed the long gun behind Wu Wu’s back and pulled the long gun out.

Both hands waved two long rifles, and the old iron slammed it with a murderous soldier.

Silent, the original gun of Wu Tie was cut into two pieces by the guns of the murderer. The cut surface is as smooth as a mirror to reflect the figure.

The gun head ‘Dangdang’ fell to the ground, rolled twice, and hit the tip of Wu Tie’s toes before stopping.

"This is..." Wu Tiezhen looked at the murderer with a big eye.

"White tiger crack!" The old iron waved the murderer with both hands, and the sly forward stabbed straight.

The long gun spurs forward, the air passes through the head of the white tiger, and the sound of a fierce beast screams, and the big bang bursts into the surrounding area.

Witch iron snorted, his chest seemed to be hammered with a hammer, and the Venus flashed in front of him. The blood of 'Wow' slammed out, and the body was shocked and slammed back. It is more than ten meters away.

The old iron smashed the white tiger's crack, and the backhand swept away. The blood that was squirted by the witch iron was not wasted, and all fell on the white tiger's crack.

The white tiger's head and scorpion on the white tiger's cracked gun head suddenly ignited, and the two groups of sensational blood flashed like two sets of blood-colored flames inlaid in the eyelids, emitting endless chills and suffocation.

From the tip of the gun, a little like a stream of flames, constantly flowing along the gun, and soon the streamer covered the entire white tiger crack, a low-pitched tiger ciculus came out from the tiger's head, and the sound of the witch was inexplicably He noticed that he had a strange connection with the murderer.

Even if he closes his eyes, he can feel that the murderer is in front and is roaring and shouting at himself.

There are countless people calling for shouting from the white tiger crack.

There was a suffocating suffocation and blood gas coming out of the air.

There are countless figures in front of Wu Tie's eyes, they are holding a unified white tiger crack, crazy squatting, neatly slashing forward.

The earth-shattering tiger cries shattered the void, and the various distorted figures in front of the figures collapsed and shattered. The earth was blown out of huge caves, and there were burning stones on the top of the head whistling and falling.

A white stalk of a handle smashed toward the sky, and a white tiger with a white head and a **** smoldering sky rushed into the sky, accompanied by a deafening tiger screaming into the sky, blasting the huge flaming stones. Smashed.

The illusion suddenly disappeared, and only the sound of the slamming sound of the tiger's snoring sounded in the ear.

Wu Tie stood up in the painful chest and stared at the white tiger.

"He is, mine?" Wu Tie squatted, step by step toward the old iron, hands out from instinct and stretched out.

"This is a handle, a gun belonging to the real warrior." The old iron clenched the white tiger's crack, the eyes looked at the witch iron, the **** light fell on the witch iron, the temperature on the witch iron skin rose rapidly, and he sweated. They all flowed down.

"Or, this is the second weapon of Yang Lan." The old iron said: "The shameless guy, he said that the Emperor Shengzhen used a three-pointed two-blade knife... So he also forged a... ..."

"Actually, the white tiger cracked, or that the white tiger cracked the gun, or that the white tiger was a **** gun... This is our standard weapon."

"However, even if it is the second weapon of Yang Lan, this piece of white tiger cracks, his material is a hundred times better than the one I used that year... thousand times..."

Wu Tie’s hands caught the white tiger’s cracked gun.

The old iron did not let go, and they held the murderer with four arms at the same time.

Wu Tie and the old iron straight hooks, the old iron bowed his head, and got together in front of Wu Tie, said in a low voice: "The person holding the white cracked ... ... ... your kid is not qualified to have a white tiger crack now, Not to mention, it is the white tiger that Yang Lan carries with him..."

"But who makes you only one person now?"

"So, this white crack is yours... If you want to take over the white crack from my hands... it will be forever, absolutely, not allowed, to do things that insult him... and the people he represents."

Wu Tie stared at the old iron: "I won't... you teach me!"

Laotie nodded seriously: "I teach you... you will be very bitter...hey."

The old iron slowly released his hand, his movements were slow, and the blood in his throat flashed so badly.

It felt like an explorer standing on the edge of a cliff and exhausted, slowly releasing the lifeline that maintained the life of the companion under the cliff.

He seems to be loose, not a long shot, but a precious life.

"Don't insult him." The old iron muttered to himself: "I didn't expect that the big iron guy actually scraped him back... Then you have to work hard."

Witch iron slowly took over the white tiger crack.

The arms trembled fiercely, and Wu iron looked at the murderer with amazement.

Heavy, extremely heavy, and now Wu Ting’s full-fledged Yuan Zhen’s body is extremely powerful.

This is the case, he is only barely able to mention the murderer, the white tiger cracked his shoulders and the bones seemed to be crushed.

A strange singular message emerged from the white tiger crack, and Wu Tie suddenly understood a lot of relevant information.

He snorted with a low voice, and the golden light of the eyebrows pulsed, and the invisible field shrouded him.

The white tiger cracked a low tiger whistling sound, and the surface of the long gun flickered with countless streamers. The weight of the lance was suddenly turned into five or six kilograms, and the length and length of the rifle perfectly matched the height of Wu Tie.

The hands waved white tiger cracks, and the witch iron suddenly became a spur.

The air rushed through the tiger's head, and the white tiger cracked out only the sound of a subtle "call", completely without the astonishing power of the tiger's screams that the old iron had just spurred.

"Where?" Wu Tie looked at the old iron with horror.

"The strength is too bad... You are not using him at all..." The old iron snorted.

Wu Tie seems to understand the old iron, he shook his white tiger with his hands, and listened to the '铿锵' metal percussion sound, the white tiger's cracked gun slammed back into the tiger's head, the gun head Also suddenly contracted back.

The white tiger's head fluttered fiercely, and a white streamer wrapped the witch's right wrist. After a few clicks, Wu Tie's right hand from the wrist to the elbow, a white one, with a white tiger head. Embossed armor.

"It's so clever!" Wu Tie is full of praise, such a change of the gods, he did not say that he saw, he did not even hear it.

"Freaking, unseen little devil." The old iron shouted loudly, his two arms retracted into the body, shouting loudly: "Okay, remember, this is a great weapon... don't humiliate he……"

"Which, the murderer is born, must have blood sacrifices for blood sacrifices... Hahaha, where do we go to make troubles, get a few guys who don't know how to live and die, sacrifice a sacrifice to this baby?"

The old iron ‘嘎嘎’ smiled, then slammed ‘Wang Wang’ and slammed a few times, a serious nonsense.

The big iron made a low 呜呜 在一 sound.

He knows that taking away the white tiger crack, Wu Tie and Lao Tie are really going to leave.

The white metal on the cheeks of the big iron began to melt, and the metal juice formed a teardrop, which slid down from his metal cheeks, and when it was about to drip on the ground, he was sucked back by his huge head.

He is, really sad.