Descent of the Phoenix

As soon as this was said, everyone’s eyes were shot at the holy priest.

Including the moon and Xuanyuan Che, who have been standing together, and solitary nights.

The autumn wind hunting and flying, the scene is silent.

Everyone is in the words of the sacrificial priest, holding his breath, and his face is angry but extraordinarily urgent waiting for the next words of the sacrificial priest.

And it is at this time.

"Shan Yu, shut up."

As soon as I heard the holy sac, I suddenly interjected, and the face of the priest of the island was changed. The sacred priest who turned to the laughter was a big drink.

A sacrificial sac of a white robe sees this.

The corners of the eyebrows began to burst into a sneer.

That is an absolute madness.

It is a kind of disdain that looks like an ant.

It was a kind of cold blood that began to emerge from the bones.

In addition to the sacred appearance, the screen reveals the true color of black blood.

The sneering sacred priest, after the cold drink of the prince of the island, completely smothered the noble camouflage and unfolded the invisible black wings behind him.

It is the fallen devil, not the sacred angel.

Look at the absolute transformation of the sacrificial sage.

Even if you already know that the holy priest is not a good person, everyone in the island.

At this time, it is not a cold breath.

No one can interpret the meaning of the devil in a proper way, such as a sacrificial offering.

"Ha ha..."

The laughter filled with ridicule and triumph is resounding in this world.

The sacrificial priest looked at the repressed anger and anxious face, and even the anxiously hidden hidden kingdom of the island.

Stepping down slowly from the steps of the temple.

Approaching everyone.

The evil face sneered and said: "Oh, this sacrifice is not afraid of you, but did it, but it seems that Wang Zun is afraid of this sacrifice."

"Wang Zun." The sacrificial priest fell.

Lianfei and Ouyang patriarchs, while looking at them back to them, looking at the sacrificial priest Wang Zun, shouted.

The king of the island, Wong, was deeply frowned.

The face of the holy sacred face flashed through bitterness and deep pain.

And anger, absolute anger.

In this bitter bitterness and pain, let the holy sacrifice be in your eyes.