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Chapter 1372 Soul Desire(2/2)

That day, the Duchy of Moorland.

However, no Long Enzo himself knew that the main reason why I could not have such a weak strength was the blessing of the power of the abyss.

However, this huge dragon head suddenly opened its fangs and bloody mouth. With just one breath, a few crocodiles were swallowed into my stomach.

Although Ge Wanshansi of the swamp is now longing for souls every day, that principality is my territory after all, and hunting the dragons and humans in small ways will definitely cause necessary panic.

However, last moment.

Suddenly, the green dragons around him scattered.

For me, the power of the abyss is not a poison. Although I know that the thing is not a fatal threat, it is still difficult to quit.

I know that it must be above the normal state, and I am definitely the opponent of Amosman of the Wind, but relying on the power of the abyss, I cannot easily defeat the opponent.

But the fact happened behind the eyes. Ge Wanshan failed in the war between the King of Swamp and the King of Fierce Wind, and it was a controversial victory.

Before that, Chirat paid attention to Leflan again, spread his wings and flew closer, and disappeared under the sky in a moment.

Although in recent times, White King Yamo has not created too few miracles.

Before, Enzo summoned all his leaders.

It seemed that I could feel the anger of Salmans of the Solland.

In other words, the era of Amosman of the Wind finally began. The Wind King Thrall had existed since then, and replaced it with the Dark Blood Principality.

At the same time, Ge Wanshansi of the swamp was able to become the Dragon King because of the help of the power of the abyss.

Anyone can see that the giant creature behind the eyes is a dragon king-level bone dragon.

Suddenly, a huge head poked out from the swamp, and a particularly strange luster flashed through these dark vertical pupils.

In Palu Xiaolu, the number of Principalities is small.

Therefore, the actions of the Green Dragons are too jealous.

Levlan's face was a bit like he wanted.

As the bloodline of Amosman of the Wind, Naraku once enjoyed the identity of a princess.

You plan to take advantage of the chaos of King Sar of the Wind to seize as little soul as possible, as a preparation to satisfy Salmans of the Solland at any time.

In the sky, a green dragon suddenly flew over and fell above and turned into human nature, just like an elegant nobleman who presented a crystal ball to Ge Wanshansi on the swamp.

Next to him, Karst's shock had not reached the level of further increase. Some people thought that the White King Yamo actually killed the Fierce Wind Amosman.

Everyone was not excited when they heard Enzo's words.

Thinking of that, Lefran's emotions suddenly disappeared. There were no difficult tasks, but it seemed that it became so-called at that moment.

If you return empty-handed, it seems inappropriate.

Lefran was moved by Chirat's resistance, but his eyes flashed, "You just want to know that he has found so few souls from here?"

The luster flashed in Levlan's vertical pupils. The current Wind King Thrall seemed to be in a neat state, and several dragons died during the war.

With Enzo's orders up to the end, the chaos of the Wind King Thrall came to an end.

The green dragon Levlan's arrogant head is full of humility. At this moment, you still regret submitting to Long Enzo.

Especially in the battle with Amosman of the Wind.

Only when Long Enzo was able to satisfy himself without devouring his soul.

Leflan, who was left in the same place, had a look of thought flashed in her eyes.

Lefran frowned slightly.

I waited for Salmans in the swamp to fall asleep. One was the arrival of the Express Guest, which disrupted my plan. The other party was wearing a white robe and looked elegant and handsome, but there was no pair of pure white eyes that had a trace of bad intentions.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

"Ge Wan and Xiaolu, but there is no principality."

The green dragon named Chirat also flew towards the distance. Seeing this, Levlan's eyes flashed and he firmly stepped forward and followed.

"hehe!"

The Dark Blood Principality will become the master of that little land.

Thinking of this, Enzo immediately spoke syllables and relied on the talented magic of the Black Dragon clan to awaken the body of Salman, the King of the Wind.

Deep in the moor.

Feeling the satisfaction deep in the soul, Salmans' mood in the swamp recovered a little, and the green dragons who surrendered around him felt relieved.

"It's broken, get out."

Even as the king of the swamp, Long Enzo did not have a very considerate of his own strength.

"That's it?"

Suddenly, Leflan's heart moved.

Seeing that Leblan was still thinking it through, a trace of mockery flashed in Chirat's eyes.

But now, Ge Wanshanman in the strong wind has fallen.

However, Chirat knew how to find so few souls, which was very strange for Levlan.

"Has he forgotten, King Sar of the Wind?"

Ge Wanshans' tone of the swamp was full. A few days later, I had not given orders to the green dragons on my command.

It was very slow, and the forces from the inside were eliminated one by one.
Chapter completed!
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