Under the moonlit, the candlelight swayed, the orange light, could not stop flashing.

That dream -like light and shadow, mixed with the sad cry of crying, just like this, lingering here and flowing.

Over time, no interest!

In the crying sound, it was full of despair and sorrow.

Think of their Japanese martial arts, and they originally dominated Asia.

But now, the millennium artifact is captured, and even the gods of their faith have been taken away by them.

The great master was killed.

The top combat power of the Japanese martial arts can be described as Ye Fan overnight.

When a single gun, he stepped on the entire Japanese country.

Now they have become the laughing stock of the world.

Shame, anger, despair, sadness ~

A variety of emotions shrouded the martial arts of the entire Japanese country.

They have no other way, they can only bring together to San Shen, candlelight petition.

With sincerity, to report to the country's hot pillows, please take the snow to the gods, be the honor and disgrace of the Japanese country, and fight with Ye Fan!

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Outside the Three God Pavilion, the sound of the Chu Chu gathered like a stream, as if the tide, the whole piece of world.

However, how can they kneel, in the three god pavilions, it is quiet.

At all, no one moves.

No one appears.

At this time, in the crowd, two people sitting in a wheelchair were pushed in.

These two people are not others. They are the Wangyue River and Ishino Dragon, which were previously dug out by Toyotomi Chuanji and others.

The two of them were pushed and came to the front of the crowd.

In front, the hall is closed.

The three words "Three God Pavilion" in front of the door, Long Fei Fengwu, Poly Paper back.

Wang Yuehe took a deep breath, and then gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up.

But after all, he failed. He fell to the ground, but he kneeling hard.

Then, he looked up, looked forward, and his eyebrows were red.

On the vicissitudes of the face, almost old tears.

Immediately afterwards, the low voice of the sinking sound then sounded.

"" Snow Zhao Pavilion, you have disappeared enough for a long time. "

"It's time to appear."

"We are in the country, you need you."

"The hundreds of millions of people in the Japanese country also need you."

"The face of my Japanese martial arts, you need you more ~"

"Please Xuezhao Pavilion, strengthen our country!"

With the words of Wangyuehe, if the boulder fell into the sea, it set off a huge wave.

Thousands of people behind them also kneeling together, sadness and tears.

"Please follow the gods, strengthen our country ~"

"Please follow the gods and turn the tide ~"

...

The sound of the sorrow, the words of sadness, gathered into a flow, trembling sky endlessly.

However, when everyone was desperate.

Finally ~

Boom ~

There was a dull bombardment, and quietly came out.

Immediately after, there was a touch of rainbow light in the San Shen Pavilion.

Turburning, magnificent and turbulent!

The big geological tremor, Tianhe trembled.

There is a gust of wind between the world, between the world, the sturgeon.

"this.."

"This is..."

At that moment, everyone widened their eyes.

In the eyes, there are trembling, ecstasy, comfort, tears.

They knew that the sound of disappearing for decades, the Guardian god of the Japanese country finally appeared.

In this way, in the eyes of everyone's trembling and ecstasy, a cold and majestic shadow appeared quietly.

What kind of luxury is that, standing the top, the glory.

What kind of stunning, ice muscle jade skin, closed moon shame flowers.

She has a long skirt, she looks down at all beings.

When she appeared, everyone only felt that the world was lost in this world.

Gengzi year, May 4th.

Hidden world practice for decades, the first strongest in the Japanese country, the owner of the San Shenge, the Xue Zhao Tian Shen, the end of the world!
Chapter completed!