The level of poison gas is so high that it is difficult to detect, it is enough to corrode all living beings in the universe!

A tall body with a thorny and woven muscles, soaked in the pool.

It was the half-body outline of a man, and he couldn't see the specific appearance of a man.

An ice sword was inserted in his heart, and it seemed that there were millions of poisons and gases planted in his body, and all kinds of poisonous insects crawling from their seven orifices.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual power on his body.

Men are simply suffering from extreme destruction that ordinary people cannot imagine with their physical body, constantly corroding and rebirth.

In order to hone the body that exceeds the limits of all living beings!

A heart is extremely surging, and the harder it is, the more it is, the more indestructible it is.

The man is the first generation of Star Thief and the owner of the third fleet today, Barbarossa.

This Ten Thousand Poison Pool that tempers the body is from the hands of Mrs. Ba Qi.

It was Mrs. Bayashi who helped Barbarossa recover to her peak strength.

It was precisely this way that Mrs. Ba Qi successfully joined the Star Thief!

At this moment—

A faint foot sound came from outside the palace, and I stopped a hundred feet away from the pool.

"Come in."

A wild abdominal sound came from the body in the pool.

A soul projection slowly walked into the palace.

This is a tall woman with a head, beautiful and thin facial features, and a gorgeous dress.

Its original body cannot make progress within a hundred feet.

The soul body walked into the underground palace, and finally could not go further three feet away from the man.

It is conceivable how torture the men in the pool are experiencing.

The man's brutal and leaking belly sounded again, echoing in the empty palace.

"Didn't I say that I only have double practices once a month?"

The woman chuckled:

"Women are bone-scraping steel knives, and they are also a good way to train their bodies. The ship owner should not be neglected."

The man said coldly:

"Then you stay and don't leave."

The woman was so scared that she took three steps back.

"I have not practiced enough, so I have to do this by another wife."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Lolatis, the owner of the Seventh Fleet, request a call with you."

"I'm busy now, please briefly describe it."

"The war between Madam Baya and the rebels has ended..."

The man didn't even remember such a thing, and he interrupted the woman indifferently.

"You don't need to inform me of such a small matter."

The woman hurriedly said:

"Hei Jing, the deputy master of the Seventh Fleet, and Yirfan, the 18th Fleet, were all killed in battle."

"What?"

The man's cold abdominal voice showed surprise.

"When did the rebels have this strength?"

The woman said:

"It is said that the rebels brought a hidden sword saint to help."

"Where is Mrs. Baya?"

"The lady was kidnapped by a mysterious person and her whereabouts are unknown."

"Wife has the protection of Daming, how could she be robbed?"

"Da Ming was killed by the Sword Saint."

"Where is the name of the sword saint?"

"Li Yao."

Another swordsman named Li?

The man was silent for a long time before asking:

"Where is the empire?"

The woman said:

"The Empire's plan was also gone. They wanted to attack our regiment after the rebels failed."

"Hahahaha, it's hard for the major forces to hold on for so long in the 100 years after the emergence of Netherworld."

The man laughed wildly, and poisonous gas was blowing in the empty underground palace, showing a dark eyeball that was bulging out like a deep concave.

"The Star Thief will pay if you have debts, whether it is the Empire or the Rebels... the universe needs war!"

...

Dorager Star, the highest peak.

Tianlong Mountain.

Irfan's tombstone is made of keels, with a long sword beside it.

Only six words are engraved on the tombstone—

The dragon seeker, Irfan.

A black, thin, black dragon with wings spreading more than ft. was hovering in the air, holding a bouquet of flowers from Ajernon in his mouth, and landing on the top of the mountain with its wings.

This is a doomsday dragon clan with mixed Chinese and Western blood. The dark dragon scales absorb all the light.

He was very small, standing with his wings squeezing his wings, holding flowers, about the same height as Irfan.

A pair of dragon eyes accommodate the universe.

"We are friends, Irfan."

As he said this, the long sword leaning against the tombstone rustled, and the tip of the sword made a rustling sound.

At the same time, a word on the tombstone was changed from across the air, and it turned into -

The dragon trainer, Irfan.

"Silvester, I'm starting to like the name a little."

He stood at the peak of Tianlong Mountain, looking up at the depths of the universe, which was a look of overlooking and mocking.

He looked back, bent down the dragon's body, and placed the flowers he held in his wings in front of the tombstone.

"But sorry, Irfan, I cannot avenge you before sanctioning God."

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