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Chapter 1733
Only a trace of smoke remained in the sky, accompanied by the autumn wind, disappeared.
The fire is fierce and mysterious.
All people can't help but stay together now.
"What's the matter? Come on, go and have a look. " The face of the man headed by the temple sank in a flash.
However, they did not wait for the temple to turn around. In the autumn sun, the silver light slowly appeared in front of the people, behind the temple guard.
A silver robe, a white veil.
The posture is enchanting, but there is no limit to killing.
That is One of the several big families of the island of the underworld, the symbol of the silver family, that is, Meiye.
Even Fei and Ouyang have a quick look at each other. The silver family has come. The three families on the island have gathered.
And the silver family, who has been standing still, is that what they have left behind Finally, it's time.
"Here we are."
When the evil night that came first turned its head to lianfei and Ouyang, it coldly went up to all the guards of the temple.
Behind her, the silver armour regiment was majestic and murderous.
"Go." When Lian Fei saw this wave, he immediately strode forward.
After that, countless people of the island of Hades followed.
The guards of the temple, under the lock of the silver armour regiment, were unable to stop the h.e.l.l island people rus.h.i.+ng past them.
Gesture slightly Yang, Meiye's hand cold wave.
"Kill." After that, the silver armour regiment attacked, the target, all the guards of the temple.
A peak kill, unfold.
The autumn sun is red like blood, enchanting and frightening.
There are thousands of babies in the pit, exposed to countless people on the island of Hades.
There are still traces of burning in that corner.
Lian Fei and others face such a situation one by one, and tears flow all over their faces in an instant.
The feeble kneeling and rolling beside the pit.
The autumn wind flies, as if countless babies are crying.
This is the next generation of them, this is their children.
The temple of sin, the root of sin.
"No..."
In the sky, the shrill roar comes and goes. The listener cries and the listener is shocked.
"Temple, we are irreconcilable with you..."
