Descent of the Phoenix

Xuanyuan Che murdered the solitude of the far-off sitting on the ground alone, the cold face without any temperature, only the ultimate anger.

With a wave of his right hand, the terracotta warriors and horses still standing on the ground stood up and screamed, and the people who were going to the Duo Night and He Lianyun called up.

"One does not stay." In the cold rain of the sky, the four words of cold as ice, breaking through the cold rain, echoing in this side of the sky.

With a full of hatred, with a raging anger and kill.

Heavy rain poured, the night was heavy, the knife of the killing was lifted, and the blood of the land began to brew.

Xuanyuan Che is moving toward the proud cloud and the snow sac.

Killing the world, since then, the world has never started, no longer.

Autumn rains, one day connected to the day, it is like God is crying.

In the early autumn, the weather in the early autumn was quickly cold, and the cold could almost freeze the hearts of the people.

There was never a day in that year, it was so cold.

On the outskirts of Tianchen Guodu, which was burned three years ago, the rolling black-painted mountains once again became the hotspots of Tianchen, and the heat was even hotter than the summer.

The 30,000 dragon rides the Guardian and the 40,000 banned army. The entire mountain forest is searched like a net, just like three years ago.

However, three years ago, I was looking for Xuanyuan Che and Haoyue, and this time, only one person was looking for.

All waterways, jungles, roads, and surroundings.

Everything, all that can be found, all that can be thought of, all that is known to be impossible, but still to find the place.

One by one search.

No one, except for a broken coat hanging on the treetop next to the rapids under the foothills, no one, no moon, no Du Yi.

I can't live without seeing a person.

The mountain wind screamed, and it stood for seven days in the mountain. If you don’t eat or drink, then the Xuanyuan Che standing there, the black hair fluttering in the mountain wind, the look is getting more and more ice, and the eyes are getting more and more empty. .