Article 885

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In an instant, there was a mess of porridge, and the teacher said sharply: "All come to the front, don't panic!"

"Master Hua..."

Amplification brought his voice to the end: "I said it. I'll take you home."

This is something he has been searching for his entire life, and it is also his mother's long-cherished wish. At this point, he will never give in the slightest.

"But Grandmaster, how can we fight against demons?"

The teacher turned his eyes to the side, and the light brown pupils reflected the doomsday scene.

"Not before. But now?"

When he said this, those beauties who were in a panic suddenly remembered, because of the breath that was rushing out after the demon domain opened, they more or less recovered some of the spiritual power of the demon race.

The teacher said: "You retreat behind me and gather together to slow down the annihilation of the road of martyrdom."

"How about you, Master?"

The teacher raised his eyes and looked at the skeleton wielding the axe shield and said, "I will defeat him."

The voice fell, and the demon skeleton roared and rushed up.

- "Master, be careful!"

The teacher didn't take it seriously. He had never gotten such a turbulent spiritual current. This magic breath galloped in his body, making him go forward.

In fact, the sphenoid tribe itself should be such a fierce tribe, just because of the betrayal of one person, it will suffer this injustice for thousands of years...

There was hatred in his eyes, flames burned in his palm, and he threw it towards the skeleton without saying a word.

The skeleton flashed, and the flame ball hit the magic door, a charred black mark.

"The traitor An dares to make trouble!"

The teacher said angrily: "What kind of blood is flowing in my body, is it my fault?! Because of the blood of the mother's family, I was exiled to the world, and it is difficult to form a spiritual nucleus. Because of the blood of the descendants of the gods, I was rejected. Besides, I can’t go home—what did I do? What did the Sphenoid Clan do? Why are they traitors?”

The skeleton just repeated solemnly and stubbornly: "The traitor An dare to make trouble..."

It's like the Buddha's name in the mouth of a monk.

It is like a golden body made of huáng clay.

Obviously it is such an intangible thing, but it is so logical.

In the sky, Chu Xiaoning is trying his best to resist the surging torrent. In the distance, people in the realm of self-cultivation have largely retreated to the intersection of the two red dust, where a basalt enchantment was built.

In front of him, the teacher is fighting with the life and death of the demon skeleton.

Everyone has their own mission and their own choices. They may have fought against each other because of their interests, but at this moment they are unable to fight with each other for life and death.

When the judgment of fate finally came, people's faces were so similar——

I or humble. But do not want to hold hands.

"Master! The road to martyrdom is coming to an end!"

"We can't take it anymore..."

Some young beauty seats could not help but cry in despair on the verge of death.

They are crying, and the cry is poured into the strong wind, crowded into the auricle of the teacher...

As if that year, his thin body slammed into the icy stone gate of Tianyin Pavilion.

The door opened, and he saw his father with blood dripping from the corners of his mouth and his mother, who was separated from flesh and blood. He heard her mother screaming, her bloody body rubbing against the ground, and she shouted at him heart-wrenchingly:

"Run!—run!"

Run, get out of here.

Let's run, to a place that can hold us after all.

Take all the bullied clan with you. It was the long-cherished wish of my mother who sold her soul, her body, and finally sacrificed her life.

run.

"So, where am I sorry for the Demon Race?"

This was his last question, and he didn't intend to wait for an answer.

But seeing the teacher jumped up, avoiding the heavy axe attack of the demon skeleton, and then the body was as light as a paper kite, and his knees sank in a flash, kneeling on the shoulder of the demon skeleton, clamping the head that turned left and right.

The road under his feet was shaking more and more severely, the bridge made of Zhenlong chess pieces collapsed rapidly, the corpses fell into the endless abyss, and even the echo of the landing could not be heard.

The teacher looked up and took a look, his clansmen have been crowded into a group, these people have just gotten out of the body, trying their best to slow down the destruction of this road home.

They are pure-blooded beauty seats, birds returning home together—and themselves?

There was the sound of bats flapping their wings in the abyss.

There was a cold light on the palm of the teacher, and a thorn thorn suddenly vacated, quenching the sharp suffocation of the demons. He held it high and aimed it at the skull of the demon skull—

Suddenly stabbed! !

...

What exactly is a bat?

Is it a bird soaring in the sky? Or shòu crouching in the dark night?

Maybe neither side will recognize him. His blood is dirty, no matter where he goes, he can only be a traitor.

Almost dead. The Demon Skull fell to the ground! In an instant, it turned into ten thousand points of gray and black, and disappeared. But at this time, the closure of the magic door has also reached a precarious point, the teacher jumped up, a swept to the heights, and temporarily supported the closing relief stone door with flesh and blood.

He turned his head and looked down at the beauties who were at a loss, still waiting for tears, and shouted angrily: "What are you still doing?...Run!!"

run...

"Run!" Hua Gui's scream before his death came through the clouds. Twenty years later, he was still heartbroken, "Anan, run!!!"

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