Fang Yu's Dharma and India in the Emperor's body was all shattered at this moment!

The emperor recovered the ability and breath of action again. Looking at the position of Fang Yu, his eyes were full of resentment, and there was a trace of fear.

The ultimate pain she had just suffered just now made her scared.

"Wang, please forgive my mistakes." The emperor kneeled on one knee in front of the black robe, bowed his head.

After the black robe people ignored the emperor, they stared straight at Fang Yu.

The pupil full of patterns, flickering.

"Bang Bang ..."

At this time, the entire space was making a burst.

"It turns out that you are related to Zulong's pulse ..." Fang Yu looked at the emperor, his eyes flickered.

But if the emperor was the pulse of Zulong, why did she have no breath of the dragon?

"Not necessarily the Dragon tribe will be ordered to be in the candle Jiuyin." Li Huoyu said, "but I did not expect ...

"It's not just such a light description ... The emperor wanted to assassinate the emperor and subvert the gods of the gods, I'm afraid it is also for the candle Jiuyin." Fang Yu said lightly.

On the other side, Cangyu looked at the horrible look of the air in the air, and the courage was scared.

This breath! This is the breath!
Chapter completed!