Ten Thousand Paths to Becoming a God english

The indifferent wind slammed through the ground, throwing the birds behind the insects, and the weak little flowers and grasses had already swayed to the ground, and it was the rain when the mountains and rains came.

In the dense old trees and forests, as soon as the figure moves through the woods, the target is the black lion that runs in front.

The speed of the black lion is not unpleasant, but the figure is faster. When there is a distance of six or seven feet from the black lion, the right arm of the figure rises and sways forward. The screaming of the emptiness came out, and a black iron gun with a length of more than half was caught up with the black lion, and it came out from the back and penetrated into the front abdomen, and the black lion was nailed to the ground.

The black-scale lion roared and struggled, but how could he not pull out the black iron gun that was nailed to the ground through the body, and the breath was getting weaker and weaker. At this time, the figure also came to the front of the black-cresed lion. This is a burlap coat. The boy, the boy has a pair of clear and bright stars, a black hair draped over his head, and his face is still a little childish.

Looking at the black-souled lion that had been cut off, the boy grabbed the black iron gun in his hands and shook it, and then turned the black-skinned lion behind him and then turned away.