Descent of the Phoenix – 13 Years Old Princess Consort

Chapter 1865

"You don't want to die. Please Help Yufei rebuild the island of Hades.

After all, here is His home. "

Voice down, Ming island King Zun tightly stare at the moon.

Instead of relying on the fact that this is her home, I will tell you that this is Ouyang Yufei's home.

Hearing this, Ryukyu took a deep look at the emperor Zun of Hades, reached out and grasped xuanyuanche's hand standing beside her, and nodded slowly, "OK."

Ryukyu knew that her good word had fallen, and the island of the underworld was given to Ouyang Yufei.

However, she did not feel threatened.

Just a little sorry for xuanyuanche, but she knew that xuanyuanche would also send it.

The king of Hades saw that Ryukyu had agreed. Now he took back his eyes and looked at Ouyang Yufei, who was red in his eyes. He smiled and patted his hand and sighed: "it's just for you A mess.

After the Ming island, I will give it to you. I believe You.

Left and right Dharma protectors, cough and cough, you must cooperate with Yufei, you must Help him... "

Before he had finished speaking, the king of Hades was out of breath and slowly closed his eyes.

"Yes."

"Master......"

"Wang Zun......"

The shrill roar layer rises and floats across the land of Ming island.

The autumn wind is sharp, and the two heroes of the flourishing age end one by one. The highest authority, the holy sacrifice and the king's respect of Ming island are both annihilated.

Perhaps, this is their last account of the island.

More, perhaps, it's also a relief.

And in the sharp autumn wind, the hundreds of thousands of Tianchen army led by Qiuxian and Yanhu surrounded the island of the Ming island and began to land to encircle it.

A group of scattered sand, the disintegration of the island of Hades, is no longer that contempt for the supremacy of the world.

Along the way, no one can block, no one can block, no one is willing to block.

Autumn trace and Yan Hu are like autumn wind sweeping leaves and sweeping everything.

Ming island is a holy land for thousands of years.

In this autumn wind sweeping leaves, towards the end.

The clouds in the sky are smooth and carefree. The sky is blue like silk, so beautiful, so light.

The sky is still bright, but people are not.

。。。

Enter the end countdown bird