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Chapter 157 Candidate of the Twelve Ghost Moon.

Revisiting the old dream, revisiting the body that the body was put together likes to know each other;

He was rescued by ghosts.

[A Fei] I feel that today’s script is really stimulating, and the intracranial brain seems to shake into a vortex, which is unclear.

The whirlpool of the air swallowed it. Before leaving, [A Fei] covered her half mask, her ears were stretched sensitively, a ray of yin, intriguing, and deep -looking.

“No, the candidate of the twelve ghost moon is not allowed to die in the hands of humans”

The vortex disappears, and Yu Yin is lingering!

The ghost moon mask revealed the sound of gloomy teasing, and the figure turned into the chase of the ghost charm. The oil inflammation bounced on the light wall, splashing the ripples that remained motionless.

“At least, you can’t die today!”

Black Dead Mu was perfectly connected, and the last half of the lines of the second sentence of Nirvana, the six -eyed Leng Sen’s lock -up Mitterkai, he stepped forward under his feet, slashing the blade and slashing, the terrible power of power, the terrible power , Tear the air to make a roar like a roar!

The breathing of the month · Three types · Avoid the moon · Eclipse!

The short cut cutting and the air, the blade flashed with strange light, the rotating moon blade emerged from the blade, sharp and sharp, beautiful, and the dazzling knife net covered the blue beast.

Mitterkai was as fast as the wind, and the blue rock was blown up on the ground, bringing a burst of smoke. He swooped crazy, snoring the sound of the empty sound, endlessly.

The compressed air is condensed into a boxing print, and the broken stones are bombarded into pouring rain, colliding with the moon blade of the flowing roll, and the air will be disintegrated into mirror -like fragments, moon blades and stones At the same time, it was annihilated into dust, covering one person and one ghost.

The smoke surrounding the roll is raging, the ground gravel is cracking, the bright moon wheels are hidden, and the speed and strength are stunning. You can only see two vague outlines. Yu Bo, who collided with the cold blade, blown the walls around the street into a residue, dancing violently in the air.

The moon blade is like a wheel, as if the moon in heaven is hanging down, it is not beautiful; the fist is like dancing, as if dancing on the tip of the knife, it is heavy and light and perfect!

Obviously it is the terrorist killing between life and death, but it looks like a stage play, outlines violence aesthetics in lights and smoke!

“So strong!”

The mountain stroke and the oil girl looked at each other, and they saw their horrible face from the other’s eyes. This kind of violent killing was no longer they could intervene.

“Candidates of the Twelve Ghost Moon? The Xiao Organization is the candidate of the twelve ghosts?”

Kakashi gritted his teeth from the ground, and his inner mountains were like a tsunami. He panting the ground with one hand, his eyes rotated crazyly stare at the smoke, but he could only see the moon wheel and the roaring green shadow. Being able to keep up, but cannot capture the movements between them, and want to lock any of them.

He looked at the battlefield on the other side:

I do n’t know when there are two little toads wrapped in robes on their shoulders. A face of a face is a little weird. The paint texture of paint is printed on the face.

When he squatted, the moment he bowed his head, his long hair growing madly crazy growth, and the rotation of rotation seemed to be pouring rain and overwhelming.

The crickets swept the tail, and countless horrible broken blades came out of the limbs, stirring between the rain of the sky, and the air swinging the hurricane of the vortex.

The winding blade was split the ground, pulled out the bottomless gap, and the self -raised steps, jumping up and stepping on the ring of the ring, jumping around.

The wooden puppet stepped on the blade, like a crackling sound, like the ignited firecrackers bombed, and a layer of white ripples fried under his feet. The surrounding air poured into his mouth like a tide.

Xianfa Wanshou!

Twitter also vomit oil, one left and right shoulder toads at the same time eloquence the flames of the flames, oil, fire, and wind rolled into violent fire oil flames. Fire Dragon devoured the ghost moon mask standing above the baby’s face.

The back of the cricket was swallowed by fire oil, and a layer of scorching black surfaced lightly. Nirvana looked at the turbulent flames.

“Junlin! Personal mask, Vientiane, winged wings, high flying, and crowning of human names!

The ancient and mysterious syllables vomit from the mask. This low -sequence ghost path, Nirvana can actually occur instantly without chanting. With infection, he felt that he should finish this line!

Each line should not be disappointed, and life needs a sense of ritual!

The high -concentration of spirit was pressed in the heart of Nirvana, a cracking fireball surged, and then he was adjusted with a layer of black.

It is not difficult for Captain Fan to color the Captain Fan, but it has never been a difficult thing to do such a boring drama before, but the difference between the different color division is also a part of the performance!

The dark fireball exuded the evil villain. Nirvana pushed forward, and the static fireball suddenly pushed out, and it was tearing a straight black line in the air, and the roaring dragon was silently penetrated.

The collision between black fire and oil flames!

The horrible explosion is like a thunderous bombing, the flames are splashing like a splattered rain, and the bluestone floor is blown into melting glazed glazed. The air seems to hang a layer of dazzling fire and rain, and a vacuum channel is pulled out in the middle of the flame.

The oil and fire attached to the back of the cricket extinguished, the ghost surface on the opposite side disappeared, and the pupils of the tap suddenly shrank. They stared at the vacuum channel surrounded by the center of the flames. No ghosts?

Behind it! Intersection Intersection

The heart was also cold, and the roots of the back of the spine stood up. He suddenly was empty under his feet, but he disappeared out of thin air.

The gravity came from the center of gravity, and the self -fell on the ground. At the same time, I felt the gloomy atmosphere behind it. At the same time, it was pressed with myself falling together. Turn over the roll.

Oh!

The sharp babies crying through the meningus, as if it sounded directly from the soul

(This chapter is finished)