Thousand Blades of Death

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Generally speaking, Ling Hai, known as the spirit of the people, is like a cold knife, but people rarely use it.

The spiritual world is respected as a real person.

Spirituality is called Venerable.

Colorful real people are strong characters in the spiritual world, but this is not his most famous. He is best known for still being a real teacher at level 7. This identity is terrible.

The real Mingchem, it is extremely rare, regardless of identity, status, different.

A real singer of level seven, whose status is comparable to that of a strong spirit.

At that time, the colorful real people almost ruled the riots of the stars, and there were even some super-large fields that knew the names of colorful real people.

The most famous treasure of colorful real people is the colorful island, which is an island, an airplane and a treasure. It can break into the void and wander in the void.

When colorful real people fall behind, everyone thinks that colorful islands will enter the void and never appear.

Now, it has appeared.

Hey! Hey!

At the scene, the spirit of the sea was the first to react and turned into a rainbow of roads, flying to the colorful islands.

"Colorful island is definitely a colorful island, go!"

Countless soldiers turned into a ray of light and flew to the colorful island.

The outline of the coast disappeared.

"There seems to be a treasure born."

Ma Yuan whispered that he didn't hear the names of colorful real people, but when you look at others so excited, you only know that this is extraordinary.

But now he must refine the essence of blood, as for treasures, he can only wait.

"Go back to the city first!"

Ma Yuan and Xie Nianqing flew back to the city and arbitrarily found a room to rush into, while Xie Nianqing was outside the room, protecting Ma Yuan.

Paying attention to thoughts, appearing in the Supreme Shrine, sitting cross-legged, Ma Yuan began to refine the essence of blood.

The peak of the blood of the king for more than fifty years, and the essence of the giant sea snake of Linghai, this blood is too powerful.

Ma Yuan is trying his best to refine it.

Everyone's blood rushed to the second drop of blood.

The second drop of blood floated on top of Ma Yuan's head. There are eight silver chakras, seven of which are very bright and the eighth is bright.

On the stele, the clouds are unforgettable, but at the forefront, the clouds are already very light, you can clearly see two words, a "town", a "belt" and a word in the middle, but it is blocked ,can not see clearly.

At this time, with the refining of Ma Yuan and the continuous flow of blood, the power of blood flows into the second drop of blood, and the second drop of blood.

The eighth chakra is constantly smashed.

Two hours later, the light of the eighth chakra was broken like other chakras.

Ma Yuan continued to refine blood.

In the air beyond miles of the city, a gorgeous ball floated in the air.

The ball, about a hundred miles in diameter, is a colorful island, completely covered by a circular light curtain, making it impossible to see the inside.

Outside the ball, there are more than 100,000 fighters around the team.

"The colorful island is guarded by the inscription war. Only the peak king can penetrate this light curtain and enter in a hurry. We cannot enter."

"Oh, in front of Baoshan, but you can only blink, really swear!"

"No way, who told us that our power is very low, and the power of the king of the peak and the spirit of the ocean has poured in." "Someone is coming!"

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