God Level Cultivation System

"How, don't believe?" The comet looked at the look of the gods and couldn't help but laugh.

At this moment, Yuan Shenxiu has no interest in caring about the attitude of the comet, but Shen Shen said: "The few people on the round table, is anyone really willing to die for the dark world?"

This is naturally a lift.

Even if someone is willing to die, it is not for the darkness of heaven.

The comet also understands this, but it doesn't make it clear, just down the voice: "There is no more time left for the famous "Black End Terminator"."

Hearing the words, Yuan Shenxiu will understand what is going on.

The dark heavens are far stronger than the bright world.

After all, the Guangming community was only the embers left after the destruction of the bright roads of the past, and the overall combat power could not be compared with the dark world.

But that place is really difficult to easily attack, and it will always jump out of one or two people, and it will be chilling.

Today, there is such a person in the Guangming community.

It is enough to compete with the few who are on the round table.

The Dark Heavens have never shot the Bright Circles, and they have to clean up the monuments of the exiles. Second, it is because of the existence of that.

A top analyst in the Roundtable has once asserted that he wants to kill the Guangming community, the giant on the round table, at least one person.

Just those who are at the round table, who is willing to die?

It is always impossible to make up your mind.

Now, one of them is finally dying.

"The rest of the family, afraid of making a big interest?" Yuan Shen Xiu.

"This is natural, even if it will die, but wants to let him shoot, how can the family not pay the price?"

It is only a contest of this level of competition, and they are not qualified to speak.

So the comet is no longer nonsense, standing up from the sofa.

"Okay, you will stay here as your deputy city owner, I will enter the exile area and establish a duality!" Comet laughed.

He finally got the charter of the Round Table Council and entered the exile in such a time.

If it is handled well, it may be possible to build a matchless career.

At that time, his position in the round table parliament may not be the last, and it is not necessarily the right to vote.

Yuan Shenxiu is naturally impossible to stop.

And personally opened the door to the exile.

Until the closure of the portal, the Yuanshen show was chilling, revealing the meaning of ridicule.

He admits that the comet can walk out of the craftsman's house and become a master craftsman. The strength is unquestionable, but the comet will think too simple.

Yuan Shenxiu stayed in the exile for several years, knowing how dangerous there is.

Although the comet is strong, but one is not good, it may even roll over!

Don't say that when you enter the road, you are afraid that it is possible to die in the exile.

Of course, this is not something that the gods show needs to worry about.

If the comet dies there, it is a good thing.

"However, I did not expect that the parliament would have such a decision. It seems that it needs a glimpse of the Hui people." Yuan Shenxiu whispered.

As for the taboo female emperor, this time, it can only be put aside.

......

Road boundary.

Not dead.

Undead Heaven Palace.

In the hall that stands in the clouds, the gray mist is constantly lingering, and the meaning of decay seems to kill everything around you.

Inside the hall, there is a hot spring, and the water vapor rises and rises like a dream.

The water in this hot spring is not everything, with a strong sense of life.

It is a pity that it is such a spring, and it cannot wash away the deadness in the temple.

"Ah...oh..."

A woman’s voice rang intermittently in the hot springs, and the voice gradually fell from the sorghum and became weak. It was as if it was not a voice, but the last trembling of the throat.

In the end, it is a dead silence.

The sound of the water is screaming.

A woman lay down on the water, and the water vapor spread out, revealing the look of the woman.

Already, as dry.

The whole person is skinny and wrinkled, and the skin is wrinkled. It is like an old woman.

Who can think of it, before this, just climbed the hall, it is a girl in the flower season, youthful and full of vitality.

Then, the sound of the water rang again, one person came out of the hot spring, and the woman's body was slowly melted and completely disappeared.

The man who came out was very handsome and handsome. Every inch and every inch was just right, it was the perfect proportion of men.

This man looks very young and can even be matched by a teenager.

It’s just that even with such a young appearance, it’s hard to hide his old-fashioned approach to decay.

That is a taste of corruption.

It’s like an old man who has fallen into the soil halfway, and he’s not angry at all.

The more so, the more strange this person is, the more horrible it feels.

This person is the palace of the undead palace, undead!

"Is it going to the limit?" The undead sorrow frowned, and some murky eyes looked out of the temple, the endless sky.

"Is it necessary to collect this seat?"

"Hey, the years are like a knife, you can do your best, this seat, you have to try it!" Undead whispered.

He does not want to die like this.

No matter how much he pays, he has to live.

Immediately, the undead celestial slight finger pointed, and there were several marks appearing in front of him. These marks represent those who are called.

"Oh?" The undead glory flashed a little.

After the Shenfeng Temple and Solomon's two secret secrets, many of the people who called were involved and competed for creation.

Among them, the growth rate, even faster than the expectations of the undead.

"St. Qian Mo... Is the kid who is sheltered by the moon, interesting, and can grow to this point, is it behind, who is standing?" Undead is self-talking.

Even if he entered Solomon's Fortress of the Angels, the growth rate of Shengqian was still too fast.

But it doesn't matter.

No matter who stands, if he enters his office, he must follow his rules.

"There are still a few... It seems that there is no death in the exile, hey, it seems that there are unexpected guys," the undead glory flashed.

His strength has long been commonplace, that is, Qin Qi and other places in exile, but also can have some induction.

Unfortunately, these people should be unable to come back.

A cursory look at the eyes, the undead **** will wave the hand to disperse the mark.

The growth of the callee is beyond imagination, even if Qin Qi and others are removed, it is still enough to satisfy people.

This is good news for the undead.

This is also more conducive to the introduction of the reverse.

However, there is also a layer of hidden worry in the undead.

Earlier, he sensed the fluctuation of the black lock, I am afraid it came back from the exile.

Solomon and the Temple of the Gods joined forces to reproduce the two shackles of the immortal guardian and the bloodstain scabbard. How could the undead priest not pay attention?

It was only this time that I came back, but there was a wave of black locks.

Although there is no relevant accurate information to pass back, but the undead Tianzun has determined that the plans of Solomon and Shenfeng Temple have been flawed.

Even, it is a huge variable.

If the two treasures with the potential of the banned weapons are left in the exile, it will be a huge loss for the Temple of God and Solomon.

Such losses must be filled by methods. I am afraid that the possibility of interfering with the undead will be rising.

"Come on, come on, if it is so easy, you can be influenced by you. Why do you need to transfer these ants from the heavens?"

Undead and respectful smile.

Immediately, he disappeared directly into the hall.

All conditions are ripe.

Time is coming soon. It is time to make the final arrangement.