The Jealous Cold Prince

Their eyes were not so bad. There were two people standing on the back of the dragon. They could see clearly.

"A man and a woman?"

"Well."

Yu Xiyuan nods.

It seems that their conjectures should be correct.

The two men, like the soldiers below, were dressed in armor and covered with masks. If they could tell who was who, it might be the difference in height.

And they are standing on the Dragon at this moment, but their eyes and bodies are closely following what is opposite to them.

However, when Yu Xiyuan and Yu Xiyuan looked at it, they were all shocked.

It was a mass of black fog, which could be seen in a dark fog. She was a woman of wonderful figure.

"You will be buried here, you will never have peace, the world will forget you, the world will only remember my ghost clan!"

Ghosts?!

Yu Xiyuan draws important information from the topic of the black fog.

"There are ghosts here? No, no, it's not when there are ghosts and monks of Warcraft Ten thousand years ago

Yu Xiyuan was shocked.

Is it really the war of ten thousand years ago presented in this battlefield?

That is to say, this battlefield is the legendary ancient Shura battlefield!

Yu Xiyuan was shocked. She never thought that the secret room could let him see such a legendary appearance.

But no one in the field of the ancient Shura could wait for them.

The war between the two sides started in a sentence of "you can't imagine". Millions of people rushed together. There are more powerful Warcraft. As the saying goes, "two fists are hard to beat, four hands". The opposite ghost clan is slightly weak.

As soon as this weak point was discovered, the so-called battlefield turned into a unilateral killing action, and the number of dead was more than that of the ghost people.

But the ghost king who controlled the ghost clan did not have a little worried appearance. Instead, he was more excited to say "die, die, die more!"

Yu Xiyuan thinks it is even more strange, but after thinking about it, it is afraid that this is the cause of the extinction of the ghost tribe.

Luo Zhan leaned over, took Yu Xiyuan's hand and said, "be careful. Although all these things are not really presented in front of us, it is a great injury to be oppressed!"

Yu Xiyuan nods.

Ignore the two people holding hands, but the divine sense is not relaxed, more spiritual a lot.

The situation changes, that is, from this point on, those ghosts who have been cut off their throats or pinched their hearts have recovered their consciousness and woke up again!

The pupils under their armor were red and red, and their momentum was different from those in the past. They picked up their weapons and rushed at the monks fiercely.

When Yu Xiyuan saw the scene, the whole person was afraid.

The power of the ghosts is instantaneous

It seems really terrible, so down, as long as there is a ghost to the world, it almost all worship.

"Go ahead..."

"Long live the ghosts!"

High interest, tide of other people heard such words, suddenly, no one there is the so-called slack.

The smoke and the dew, the heavy frost, the wind, the sound, the sad color, the invasion of the robe.

The killing continues.

Suddenly, the air was full of the smell of blood.

The emergence of a close match, no, is to completely kill this side, but "do not give up until yellow", they are looking at the space of death, but there have been people who trust.

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