Chapter 1740
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"Brother Ning, there is too little information. I'm new here. What substantive suggestions and opinions do you have?"
"It's time for us to leave, and we must go to the field to investigate, hoping to find some clues."
"Brother, I wish I could talk to you. I really hope it's the black hand under the wild or evil things. But I'm afraid that it's not the thing with the wild or evil nature, but someone else!"
"Goodbye, take care of yourself. I hope you can join hands in the future."
Gu Huang sighed deeply. He had a bad feeling in his heart. He always felt that things were not as simple as the surface. Maybe the emperor jiutoushi was just the target of the front desk.
The water is too deep, after all, seven chapters of ancient history, what a long time.
Even in the past, I was forced to calculate myself. I can imagine how hard it is to break free.
Ma De, if you can't think about it, you can't think about it. Let's start with the things in front of you!
No matter how the current situation changes, the basic market must be stable, and the war must not spread to the territory of the Qin Empire.
Only when the market is basically stable, can there be no worries about the future and can go to war with ease.
The two daughters-in-law are sitting in the rear. I can't run back to ask for help. The day when the demon returns to heaven and earth, it must be the beginning of many people's trembling and multiple fears.
"Long Jun, Feng Jun, Huo Jun, you three should take care of yourself."
"I hope to be able to endure the day when I join hands with you in the war, but I'm afraid the time is running out!"
"It's predestined to meet each other. The little old man and the three are like friends at first sight. There is nothing to give. I hope the three of you can accept them."
"Brother Longjun, there is a Shinto talisman in the trinket, which contains the seal of the three cores of our Shinto inheritance, that is, all the profound meanings of the power of order."
"Today, the little old man risked his life to entrust it to you. I hope you can have some understanding. After all, I don't know how long the Shinto inheritance can last. If one day our Shinto heritage will be annihilated."
"Please don't let our inheritance disappear. Thank you so much..."
The heart of Ning yuan's palm emerged from the heart of the world and fell directly into the palm of the ancient wasteland. It was extremely precious to transmit the profound meaning of the Shinto inheritance at the risk of death. If it was known by the other ancestors of the Shinto inheritance, it would be the result of the extinction of spirits and immortality. But at present, there is only such a way.
They can die, but the Shinto heritage cannot be destroyed.
There is no better candidate than sanjun!
What's more, Wang Sanlong is also the ancestor of arcane arts. He is likely to be "elder brother, give you a piece of advice. I really don't know which one is really dead or pretended to be dead, but I can be sure that the one who despises most is the coward."
"It's time for the order camp to shoulder your share of the responsibility."
"That's all I've said. Goodbye!"
The voice has not fallen, the figure of the ancient wasteland has been pressed blue Yanran and Mu Shubai's shoulder disappeared, only the sound of empty echo proves their existence.
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"Brother Ning, there is too little information. I'm new here. What substantive suggestions and opinions do you have?"
"It's time for us to leave, and we must go to the field to investigate, hoping to find some clues."
"Brother, I wish I could talk to you. I really hope it's the black hand under the wild or evil things. But I'm afraid that it's not the thing with the wild or evil nature, but someone else!"
"Goodbye, take care of yourself. I hope you can join hands in the future."
Gu Huang sighed deeply. He had a bad feeling in his heart. He always felt that things were not as simple as the surface. Maybe the emperor jiutoushi was just the target of the front desk.
The water is too deep, after all, seven chapters of ancient history, what a long time.
Even in the past, I was forced to calculate myself. I can imagine how hard it is to break free.
Ma De, if you can't think about it, you can't think about it. Let's start with the things in front of you!
No matter how the current situation changes, the basic market must be stable, and the war must not spread to the territory of the Qin Empire.
Only when the market is basically stable, can there be no worries about the future and can go to war with ease.
The two daughters-in-law are sitting in the rear. I can't run back to ask for help. The day when the demon returns to heaven and earth, it must be the beginning of many people's trembling and multiple fears.
"Long Jun, Feng Jun, Huo Jun, you three should take care of yourself."
"I hope to be able to endure the day when I join hands with you in the war, but I'm afraid the time is running out!"
"It's predestined to meet each other. The little old man and the three are like friends at first sight. There is nothing to give. I hope the three of you can accept them."
"Brother Longjun, there is a Shinto talisman in the trinket, which contains the seal of the three cores of our Shinto inheritance, that is, all the profound meanings of the power of order."
"Today, the little old man risked his life to entrust it to you. I hope you can have some understanding. After all, I don't know how long the Shinto inheritance can last. If one day our Shinto heritage will be annihilated."
"Please don't let our inheritance disappear. Thank you so much..."
The heart of Ning yuan's palm emerged from the heart of the world and fell directly into the palm of the ancient wasteland. It was extremely precious to transmit the profound meaning of the Shinto inheritance at the risk of death. If it was known by the other ancestors of the Shinto inheritance, it would be the result of the extinction of spirits and immortality. But at present, there is only such a way.
They can die, but the Shinto heritage cannot be destroyed.
There is no better candidate than sanjun!
What's more, Wang Sanlong is also the ancestor of arcane arts. He is likely to be "elder brother, give you a piece of advice. I really don't know which one is really dead or pretended to be dead, but I can be sure that the one who despises most is the coward."
"It's time for the order camp to shoulder your share of the responsibility."
"That's all I've said. Goodbye!"
The voice has not fallen, the figure of the ancient wasteland has been pressed blue Yanran and Mu Shubai's shoulder disappeared, only the sound of empty echo proves their existence.
"Brother Ning, there is too little information. I'm new here. What substantive suggestions and opinions do you have?" "It's time for us to leave, and we must go to the field to investigate, hoping to find some clues." "Brother, I wish I could talk to you. I really hope it's the black hand under the wild or evil things. But I'm afraid that it's not the thing with the wild or evil nature, but someone else!" "Goodbye, take care of yourself. I hope you can join hands in the future." Gu Huang sighed deeply. He had a bad feeling in his heart. He always felt that things were not as simple as the surface. Maybe the emperor jiutoushi was just the target of the front desk. The water is too deep, after all, seven chapters of ancient history, what a long time. Even in the past, I was forced to calculate myself. I can imagine how hard it is to break free. Ma De, if you can't think about it, you can't think about it. Let's start with the things in front of you! No matter how the current situation changes, the basic market must be stable, and the war must not spread to the territory of the Qin Empire. Only when the market is basically stable, can there be no worries about the future and can go to war with ease. The two daughters-in-law are sitting in the rear. I can't run back to ask for help. The day when the demon returns to heaven and earth, it must be the beginning of many people's trembling and multiple fears. "Long Jun, Feng Jun, Huo Jun, you three should take care of yourself." "I hope to be able to endure the day when I join hands with you in the war, but I'm afraid the time is running out!" "It's predestined to meet each other. The little old man and the three are like friends at first sight. There is nothing to give. I hope the three of you can accept them." "Brother Longjun, there is a Shinto talisman in the trinket, which contains the seal of the three cores of our Shinto inheritance, that is, all the profound meanings of the power of order." "Today, the little old man risked his life to entrust it to you. I hope you can have some understanding. After all, I don't know how long the Shinto inheritance can last. If one day our Shinto heritage will be annihilated." "Please don't let our inheritance disappear. Thank you so much..." The heart of Ning yuan's palm emerged from the heart of the world and fell directly into the palm of the ancient wasteland. It was extremely precious to transmit the profound meaning of the Shinto inheritance at the risk of death. If it was known by the other ancestors of the Shinto inheritance, it would be the result of the extinction of spirits and immortality. But at present, there is only such a way. They can die, but the Shinto heritage cannot be destroyed. There is no better candidate than sanjun! What's more, Wang Sanlong is also the ancestor of arcane arts. He is likely to be "elder brother, give you a piece of advice. I really don't know which one is really dead or pretended to be dead, but I can be sure that the one who despises most is the coward." "It's time for the order camp to shoulder your share of the responsibility." "That's all I've said. Goodbye!" The voice has not fallen, the figure of the ancient wasteland has been pressed blue Yanran and Mu Shubai's shoulder disappeared, only the sound of empty echo proves their existence.
