The Demon God Pesters: The Ninth Lady of the Doctor Chapter 1789:

Shen Tianlan is a good demon god, but when a **** also falls, he makes this choice, which means that his life is about to end.

As the eyes of Emperor Shifang gradually deepened, a mouthful of blood was spit out from Shen Tianlan's mouth, and the coquettish blood outlined his white and snowy face as vividly as possible.

Yes, death is wrapping around and grabbing him, dragging him into the abyss little by little.

But at the same time, this king also walked out of the torrent of history and gears, and stood in front of the crowd fresh and full of life.

Even if he is staggering back, even if his tall body is shaking weakly, even if it is obvious that the power he released has accelerated the passing of his life force...

But Shen Tianlan felt that this was the most real moment in his long life.

Fall and death, this is not his fate, but his choice.

For that cute, thin, stubborn, lonely child... he chose to walk down from the altar. For the resentful, cold, alienated, and gloomy look in his eyes, he chose to personally end the sins of the Shaman tribe.

He strangled countless sharks, he was full of sins, and he was guilty of sin...

In order to wipe out the unrestrained, unwilling, unhappy and unwilling in her heart, all the tyranny, restlessness, darkness and chaos in her soul are erased!

He wants to break the shackles of her fate and let her be completely free from body to soul!

Even for this, he will be scolded, despised and despised by thousands of people. Even so, he will fall into the boundless **** of the nose, infinite reincarnation...

The thoughts in his mind became clearer and clearer, and Shen Tianlan's eyes became softer and softer. Unlike his hands stained with endless blood, his appearance at this time was reminiscent of a compassionate god.

But, God wants to dedicate himself to salvation on this day, only one person...

"Xiao..."

He sighed softly, shaking Lu Jiuque's throat tightly.

On this end, the Shen Ye who was bombarded by Shen Tianlan smashed and rolled twice on the ground, and suddenly swept up again, like a vigorous and vigorous cheetah!

"Kill--he might do it!" Shen Ye yelled, eyes scarlet, furious and violent.

"Yes!"

The uniform voice represents the determination of the Shark tribe to protect the "most treasures" in the tribe!

One must win and the other must suffer, and both parties insist on guarding their inner "justice".

The domains of the horrendous people have been transformed into purgatory by murderous intent. Shen Ye's mad knife exploded three strokes in succession, one sword was more powerful than one, and Shen Tianlan vomited blood, forcing him to summon a spiritual weapon to deal with it!

At this moment, the other sharks also blocked Shen Tianlan's retreat. When the waves collided, Wan Yong's palms hit each other, biting the tip of his tongue, and spitting out a gem-like blood mist from his mouth.

The red blood mixed with star spirit power changed and condensed into a palm-sized doll. With the blessing of Sanskrit and gossip fans, it entangled Shen Tianlan's limbs like vines!

At the same time, the dozen or so masters of the shark human race sacrificed a thunderous blow, and the silent blade slammed Shen Tianlan's body into the dead spot!

Aware of their intentions, Shen Tianlan shot Shen Ye flying with a palm, but he couldn't get rid of the bloodstained doll, or he didn't try to get rid of it, just watched countless sharp blades pierce his body in such a calm manner.

"Puff--Puff--"

"Puff--Puff--"

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Even if the body of King Tianlan is as hard as iron, it cannot withstand the decline of time...