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"It's really ugly to cry! After all, there is no cry. The sound of the bed is ecstasy!"

Wei Cangshan put his hands on his back, and put on a posture of being king: "However, just a few of you are crying, how can others not cry? What's the matter if you don't help the fun?"

Say it.

He blew on the long-lasting mushroom cloud, blowing it all away.

Subsequently.

The crying figures of Lian Yiyi, Xiao Yunyan, Guiling, Nannan, and Zhelong came into Balongwei's sight!

The front of each of them was wet, and tears formed a river!
"Let's all cry together, just like the Suona playing music, making everyone tremble, quack quack!" Wei Cangshan waved his arms, laughing wildly!

"Let's all cry together, it's like playing suona and playing music, making everyone tremble, quack quack!" Wei Cangshan waved his arms, laughing wildly!

"Madam, Lord Zhelong, what's the situation? What about Your Majesty? Why are you crying?!"

The Tyrannosaurus Guards ignored Wei Cangshan's clamor, but asked uneasily.

They had heard the mourning before, and felt that something was wrong—but because the mushroom cloud was too thick, they couldn't see what was going on inside.

Moreover, they were still bound by the sacrificial formation. Fang Chen only protected their safety with two circles, and did not release the restriction of the formation, so he failed to go to the mushroom cloud to find out.

And now, this situation and this scene!

The sad cry was like the death of a close relative, mourning to the bone.

"Ma'am, Lord Zhelong, what happened? Can you please stop crying? Where is your majesty!?"

Seeing that no one answered, the Tyrant Dragon Guards asked again.

All of them are full of anxious and unbearable expressions!

If they can move freely and walk on both legs, they will run over to ask immediately, how can they ask dryly from a distance.

"Your king is dead! Hehehe." Wei Cangshan shouted triumphantly!
"Fuck your mother's fart!"

The five thousand tyrannical dragon guards immediately reprimanded collectively, and the decibels gathered together could break the sky!
They didn't believe that Jun Fangchen would die!
That is the unattainable head of the Tianhun Temple, the gods of the Tyrant Dragon Guard, Judgment Legion, Seven Killing Battalion, Poking God Army and other branch halls, the king that no one can surpass!
How could it be possible to die!

Just a crazy dream.

Even if, just now, a thick mushroom cloud sprang up from Junshang's position, he was hit violently, and the power of TNT explosives exploded, but when he thought of the legendary stories that Junshang often created, he seemed to have taken a reassurance, and his heart was stable. !

However, Xiao Yunyan and other five people were still in self-sorrow, and no one answered Ba Longwei's words at all.

"Master Zhelong, what happened!!! Why are you crying in front of a pool of blood?? Your lord!!! Balongwei asked your lord!! You answer me, what happened in the mushroom cloud What's the matter!!!" Wuqian Balongwei roared angrily, with an urgent voice!

"Your Majesty..."

"Your Majesty..."

Zhe Long couldn't cry, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, and his voice was hoarse and mournful: "Your Majesty... ascended to the Western Paradise of Ultimate Bliss!"

"What?"

"Go to the west?"

"Have you become a Buddha??"

All the Tyrant Dragon Guards were shocked: "We knew that Junshang would be a god-like man, and Meng Lei's attack just now turned Junshang into a Buddha right away!!"

It's funny to say this.

But the demeanor of each Tyrannosaurus guard is very solemn, because there is another saying when ascending to the Western Paradise, that is, death!

But as Tyrannical Dragon Guards and soldiers of the emperor, they are unwilling to accept this phenomenon, let alone admit this fact, so they use half-joking language to ease the atmosphere, hoping that Lord Zhelong is just a little just kidding.

Of course.

That slight fluke would never exist.

"Your Majesty, you are dead!" Zhe Long faced the audience and shouted in a deep voice!

Boom!

This statement came out.

It was as if thunder from the nine heavens struck everyone's heads!
And every Tyrant Dragon Guard's complexion was also stiff and pale, his mouth and nose were dry, his legs and hands were cold and shivering!

"Don't, don't, don't be kidding!!!"

"Lord Zhelong, don't you fucking joke!! You have to be responsible for what you say and the water you spill!"

"Your Majesty is a god-like existence, how could he die?!"

"If you talk nonsense, our Balongwei will tear your mouth apart!"

Immediately, countless questioning voices condensed into mountains and rivers, compressed into a sword of interrogation, and pointed directly at Zhelong.

"I'm not joking. In the mushroom cloud just now, my wife and I and they searched all over again, but we couldn't find the figure of Your Majesty, and there was only a pool of blood on the ground. We..."

Speaking of which!

Zhelong's nose was sore, and tears poured down again: "Wow, I can't find your lord, and there are no bones left. With the power of just now, as long as it is a person, it will be bombed." His body was smashed to pieces!! Only a pool of blood remained here..."

"what??"

"died!"

boom!
Hearing the words, Balongwei was collectively dull.

It was as if his energy and energy had been drained, and he was so depressed that he felt that the supreme faith in his heart had been destroyed just like that...

……

"salute!!!"

suddenly!

All Balong Guards are solemn and dignified!
Standing stiffly in the cold wind, they were like clay sculptures, motionless. They were restrained by the sacrificial formation and couldn't move, but they could still do it with a solemn military salute!

"salute!!!"

Each Tyrannosaurus Guard faced the red bloodstain in the middle of the field, and collectively performed the most noble and respectful etiquette.

"Send off, Your Majesty, on a journey!"

Swish!
Everyone picked up the semi-automatic in their hands, and the movements were neat and uniform, and the standard was cool!
Pull the trigger and shoot into the air.

Da da da!
Da da da.

The sound of dense bullets whistled continuously, and there was a burst of chug towards the sky.

of course.

The five thousand tyrannical dragon guards were all protected by the boundless circle cast by Fang Chen, so those bullets could not penetrate this powerful mask.

However, this is the most respectful etiquette for mourning the deceased.

Then close the gun.

Balongwei, once again moved neatly, put his right hand on his left chest in a standard manner, leaned forward, bent at ninety degrees——

This is the most sacred etiquette for mourning the deceased in Tianhun Temple.

Swish!
A bow of condolences:
"Your Majesty, have a good journey!"

Swish!
Two bow eulogy:
"Your Majesty is sick and sick, and Your Majesty can live forever!"

Swish!
Three bows in honor:
"Congratulations, Your Majesty, have a good journey!"

Libi!

Everyone felt extremely sad, as if the heart was strangled into a thread by a hemp rope, and every time they bowed, there would be pain, and the painful liver would be rubbed and cracked, and the eyes would almost collapse!
Tear.

Zhe Long suddenly tore off the human skin mask on his face, and no longer disguised his own face.

That stunning face amazed the audience, of course no one exclaimed at this scene, because that painful heart was like the water of the Naihe Bridge, dead and cold to the bone.

Afterwards, Zhelong faced the pool of blood, weeping in heartache: "Your Majesty, let Zhelong send you off with the most beautiful face for the last journey! In the coming day, Zhelong will accompany you on the road to Huangquan!"