"So, you betrayed?!" Jiudaoyi roared.

"Isn't it enough? We must focus on the future. People cannot always live in the past!" The huge head explained, and said, "I am not a betrayal."

He was the first tomb guardian, and any sentence has great energy.

"I want to kill you, my soul returns, and my true bones are restored!" Jiu Daoyi roared at the foreign ministers.

However, the so-called true bones and soul did not appear.

"Xiaojiu, choice is more important than hard work and others." The huge skull spoke.

"Who is behind you, is there anyone else?" Jiudaoyi asked.

"Xiaojiu, I have no malice and don't want to tear my face." The huge skull's voice gradually became cold.

At this time, everyone realized that a war that would affect all worlds is likely to completely destroy the world is most likely to be inevitable!

Suddenly, the sky was filled with light, soft energy. Looking closely, the so-called light was completely dusty, fluttering, sprinkling the cycle of reincarnation and the battlefields of the two realms.

All of this spreads from a special branch of the thousands of cycles of reincarnation like a spider web.

Bang!

A mud-fetal palm that was covered with dust, like an eternal silence, stretched out and pressed towards the huge skull of the first tomb guardian.

"That's..." The first generation of the tomb guards was shocked, and then frightened. When he saw the big hand like a clay sculpture, he felt terrified and thought of some possibility.

"You...you are..." It screamed.

"Oh my God!" Even Jiu Daoyi was greatly touched, extremely shocked, so excited that he had goose bumps all over his body. He couldn't believe his eyes.

Chu Feng had been led to the battlefields of the two realms by Jiudaoyi. After seeing this scene with his own eyes, he was even more shocked and shocked than others.

Who is that? He has never seen the mud fetus. When he walked through the city of Guangming and entered the world along the very special cycle of reincarnation, it was this mud fetus that helped him dissolve the last gray matter.

The clay fetus sat there for countless years, motionless. Chu Feng had been there several times, and he always worshiped him again and again. He always thought it was clay sculpture, not a real person. Who would have thought that he was a living person, and he moved today!

Chu Feng believed that he would not read it wrong. It was the mud tire, even the glowing dust floating down was the same as the breath he saw and felt back then!
Chapter completed!