The God of Sky & Earth

When Su Yideng listened, a **** rushed to the brain, and the two lines flowed directly from the eyelids. Looking at the burning flame, the air was constantly rising in the hollow cloud-top giant tree, and Su Yi clenched his hands.

"We are brothers! We are brothers!"

Hard work, the creation of the tyrants, see through the world of Su Yi, but also to hear such touching, sincere words, my heart suddenly moved.

"Odd ancestors, do you know who hurts Su Tianque?" Su Yi looked sadly at the side of the soul.

The sound of the lingering sound was a slight sigh, and the fascinating look of Bai Ruying Xue’s beauty was sent out.

"I and he have been greatly restricted. I think he is practicing from scratch. Although I don't know who is hurting, it is not that you can compete now."

When Su Yi Deng had a shock in his heart, I don’t know how to answer it.

"But you should not be too discouraged. There are not many people who are convinced in life. Even if they lose their memory, they are also a lonely one. He can follow your surname and regard you as his brother. You must have something extraordinary. That's why I have to try yours."

When I heard this, Su Yi Deng smiled a little, and my heart was clear. He is the descendant of Dijia, the brother of Peacock, the eldest brother of Phoenix, the trustee of Dapeng, the person of Jinlong's Xinnuo. How many people in the world have such a machine?

Even the nine spirits of the Tmall family are very jealous of themselves because of the singularity of the sect, and they are so proud of their glory.

Looking at the quiet Su Tianque in the distance, a flash of electric power in the eyes, like a deep pool.

"Brother, no matter who hurts you, I will come back with you! Don't worry!"

Su Yi’s temperament suddenly changed greatly, but she was not proud of her self-confidence. She took a dangerous situation and was invincible. She was the supreme martial artist and had the strongest strength. It was no longer her own needs, but also a brother. The promise of faintness exudes an extremely powerful atmosphere.

"It's a bit interesting, the old guy didn't look at the wrong person!" Ling Ling's voice was slightly blurred, and Wei Ling's face had a little movement.

Looking at the swaying Su Yi, the lingering voice of the lingering faint flashed a glimmer of hope, his eyes flashing, perhaps this kid is the one who has waited for so many years.

In the distance, Zixia floats, and a small figure appears in the looming foothills. It is still very small at the beginning.

Unsuccessful effort, a graceful figure emerged in the eyes of Su Yi, it is the wonderful sound of going back.

The shape of the slender, unslim grip, walks in the distance, the lotus step moves lightly, and the pear vortex smiles.

The eyebrows are affectionate. When Su Yi is seen, the condensed eyebrows are immediately bent into a crescent, and the clouds are lightly covered, half-covered and covered.

When Su Yi and Ling Miaoyin were opposite each other, their minds were suddenly disrupted.

Just as I had to open my eyes and no longer look at the sound of the sound, I was surprised to find that the right hand of Ling Miaoyin was carrying a small and thin old man.

The thin old man was unconscious, not knowing how to live or die, and his mouth was left with blood and his hands were dragged to the ground like boneless.

"Elder Tang Yan!"

Su Yideng exclaimed, and his heart was amazed. It was not someone else who was dragged to the ground by the sound of the sound. It was the elder Tang Yan who came in together.

Looking at the elder Tang Yin who was seriously injured, Su Yi secretly thought, the strength of the soulful sound Su Yi has been taught, Su Yi knows that the sound of the wonderful sound can never be subdued by Tang Yin.

Apparently, Tang Yin was severely hit by the Lingyin, otherwise he would not be seriously injured by the cultivation of his Yuan dynasty.

I will understand it all at once, why is it that the singer is empty, and Xuan Shuang’s elder Su Yi has already met, but he has never seen the trace of the elder Tang Yin. It turned out to be in the hands of Ling Yin.

What makes Su Yixin condense is that even the singering flowers that burned the scented flower fields, Xuan Shuang and others, Ling Yuyin have chosen to deprive memory, but why should they grasp something that has not been done? Don Juan, don’t let go?

Su Yijian's eyebrows are slightly stunned, looking at the cold face of Lingyin, the corner of his mouth is slightly picked up, and a bad premonition in his heart rushes.

"What is the meaning of the ancestor of the voice?"

The elders of the Tang dynasty, who are looking at the spirits of the lingering sounds, seem to have a soft voice.

"You know him?"

Su Yi nodded slightly and told Ling Yin that this is an ally of his own trip. He wants Ling Ling to tell him why he wants to start with Tang Yan, what he has done wrong.

Tang Yi also had two friendships for Su Yi to save his life. This time, he was also forced to order by Chen Hao.

Su Yi knows that Tang Yan’s temper, idle clouds and wild cranes, and heavy feelings.

This time, Tang Yan has already done his best to make the most of his efforts. He has repeatedly promised that Su Shi’s life in the Jiuxing Valley is worry-free, and he has taken the initiative to take up the responsibility of accompanying the Patriarch.

When I think of it, Su Yi’s heart is even more angry. This is different from the face of the Emperor’s face. If the Lingyin can’t give a satisfactory answer, it’s impossible to swear.

Slowly, Ling Miaoyin will cast Tang Yan ahead.

Ling Ling looked at Tang Yan lying on the ground, revealing the frost, like a sharp sword, and wants to shoot Tang Yan in minutes, as if there is **** sea enmity.

"With the power of the stars, is he a nine-star valley?"

Su Yi nodded slightly, is it because this old fairy does not like the nine-star valley?

"That's enough! Even if he is your ally, this is not alive!"

The sound of the sound of the cymbal was slightly raised, and the eyes were cold, and the monsters of the whole body suddenly soared.

The purple big hand, like the claws, has a great suction, and the Tang dynasty lying on the ground is caught.

Under the control of the giant claws of Lingbi, Tang Yan’s head is like a watermelon that will be broken, with blue veins and faint blood vessels.

The entire face of Tang Yin, who was in a coma, was instantly squeezed into a purple sauce. He could have a cleft palate and blood flying anytime and anywhere.

Deviated from Tang Yin's wonderful sound, the waist was twisted, and the faintness came to Ling Qianxue.

The sudden killing of Lingbi sound made Ling Qianxue feel overwhelmed. He stood by and looked at the angry Su Yi. He couldn’t help but sigh in his heart, and he woke up on his cheek.

Ling Miao sounds beautifully looking forward to it. The middle of the sky is full of staring at Ling Qianxue. The slender fingers gently hold the pink arm of Ling Qianxue, and smile at Ying Qianxue.

"Come, my sister, it’s too **** here. I can’t see it, but I’m scared you? Go, let’s go there.”

The soft and sweet voice is now heard in the Lingxue, as if the soul of **** is in vain.

Rao is himself a demon in the spirit of the sound, before the powerful scene of the air is also very small.