Quick Transmigration Female Lead: Male God, Never Stopping

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"You said that I killed the North Division and killed the Secretary. If one day you disappeared, did you kill me on your behalf?" Luo sneered, and his mouth raised a cold smile.

"Luo Dust, you are killing the Secretary, and this is what I saw with my own eyes!" Qiu Wuyin pointed at her: "You can't afford it."

"Oh--" The next second, the first thought reveals a look of ignorance: "It turned out to be you!"

She never knew who killed the boss, and now she seems to have an answer.

"What are you talking about, I simply can't understand!" Qiu Wuyin looked calm and did not panic.

However, this is interesting. A so-called Shangxian, even the most basic power is not.

In order to achieve the so-called purpose, it is painstaking to lay down such a bureau.

"Do you think I care?" Luo sneered with a sneer, and the corner of his mouth outlined a very cold arc: "Whether you kill the boss, or someone else, I don't care."

"Luo Dust, you don't want to talk nonsense!" A man in a white robe with a little familiarity.

The first thought gently rubbed his eyebrows and set his eyes on him.

Very eye-catching, it is not just familiar with the fairy. In her mind, she suddenly fell into meditation. The Sanqing Mountain in this world is different from the world.

Or to say, as she imagined, this is two worlds that are connected to each other.

The Sanqing Mountain here is exactly the same as the last world...

"I am not talking nonsense, some people should have a number in their hearts." First thoughts sneer: "There is so much nonsense, the human world has been unable to withstand such a war, and the enchantment you set will soon collapse. Today is the last battle. But I will not lose, you will not win."

The Lord of Hell has a life of eternal life to a certain extent.

Manzhusha Huaben is the flower of hell. Even if she is the **** of **** and the owner of hell, almost no one can stop her.

"Don't be too proud, Xia Yan's head has already found a way! You will soon be with your men, and you will be buried with God for the North!"

Only for a moment, Luo Dingchen felt his heart smashed, and even had a feeling of instant suffocation.

Xia Yan...

Sanqingshan head...

So, this is the same plane, the same time and space.

Yes, it should be like this, because if this is the case, this can be linked to the identity of 30,000 years ago.

"Oh..." I saw the next second, and the ghostly and cold voice rang in her ear: "No self-reliance -"

When the sound fell, he raised a blood-red sword and attacked in the direction of the speaker.

"Dangdang--" only heard a loud crash, and a familiar figure instantly appeared in their face.

A white robe, standing behind him is a woman wearing an orange long skirt.

Luo looked at her for a moment, she also looked at Luo Dust, both of them are a glimpse.

"Dust dust sister..."

"Summer... Summer Hope -"

The first thoughts felt the bang of the head, and the scattered clues suddenly began to merge a little.

Xia Yan took a step back and felt the power of the soul in front of him.

He is naturally powerful, because when he was the most powerful **** in the Three Realms, but in the same place, the three souls and seven scorpions were shattered and broken, and thus became a land, without memory. No name, no soul to speak.