The Supreme Soul Emperor of the Three Kingdoms

Metades!

I'm coming!

A shower blooms in front of Wu Dalang.

This moment, as if opened a door, there is an inexplicable singular voice, as if summoned him.

He can clearly feel that he is accelerating, as if there is a touch, there is a feeling of this.

"Dalang, everything is careful!"

"Dalang, if you can't help, be sure to come back!"

"Dalang, I will always wait for you, this life, next life, next life, forever!"

"..."

The sound of the ear is gradually reduced.

Wu Dalang did not look back at the end, he was afraid that once he turned, his heart would hurt, he would be reluctant.

He must have a firm confidence!

Match!

Wu Dalai finally came to the House.

Printing drill is a very impaired pattern.

Combining, there is a sound: "Dalang, you are a person choles you, are you ready?"

Wu Dalang deeply smoked and slowed out, solemnly a gift: "The younger generation is ready, you can start at any time."

That voice continued: "I have to remind you that when you go inside, facing it, it is likely to die, and it is eternal death!"

"You are confirmed, are you ready?"

Wu Dalang is determined to be sure and affirmly: "Yes, the old man is ready, for this day, I have prepared for a long time, I will accept all the requirements and experience of all the days!"

"well!"

"You are really good!"

"So, please close your eyes, I will use it to transfer you to that time space."

Wu Dalang slowly closed his eyes while opening his arms.

He can clearly feel that there is a strange energy role in his body. His body is constantly transforming, as if each cell is full of strength.

The body seems to be distorted.

Wu Dalang is not afraid.

He knows that this is a time and space of spell.

~~~~

Between the moment, Wu Dalang disappeared in the House.

Next second!

On a vast wilderness, Wu Dalang's high altitude on tens of thousands of meters, like a bullet, whizzle.

It is like a flare on the whole body, which is like a meteor.

Peng ~~~~~

The violent explosion sounded.

A mushroom cloud quietly rises.

And Wu Dalang, is a little bit from the mushroom cloud.

Clam.

Wan like a God!

In front of him, it is a vast grassland, a few yurts, a group of cattle and sheep, and a lake that is visible.

Mongolian bag, running more than 10 years.

These people are very familiar.

seem......

Is a woman who used to be!

Cai Wei!

!

Size Qiao!

......

They are moving towards themselves, and they can't cover their smiles.

"Fu Jun!"

"Fu Jun!"

"Da Lang!"

"Da Lang!"

"..."..