Chapter 1570: Go to Long Island

The first thousand five hundred and seventy chapters went to Long Island

Before standing in front of this heart, Catherine's blood in their bodies was pulled, and they were unable to jump on their own. Only when the demon was beating, they would follow.

This means that the demon can easily dominate the life and death of any Mozu, because the rhythm of life has been controlled by it.

Of course, this is only the power attached to the devil's heart. Its true power is endless, embarrassing, pure, and taboo!

Qin Qi feels that the taboo power in this day's magic is not weaker than the power of bronze, and even wins!

This is the devil of the sky, it is a taboo artifact, it is powerful and powerful!

Moreover, this is only the natural rhythm of the devil's heart. If it is truly exerted, it is hard to imagine.

"Young Master, I will help you pick it up." Poetry, above her forehead, the smallpox imprint is shining.

And the demon heart also felt the breath of the smallpox, began to actively sway the power, and each time, it was a magical storm, Catherine could not even hold the palm, need Qin Qi to protect.

"Come." Poetry poetry is low, and it will be a trick.

And the magic of the day, got the call of the smallpox, the power is more violent, and a wave of waves is pushed out.

If it is not in the Temple of Heaven, at this moment, I am afraid that it will cause visions of the heavens, and the whole world can be seen clearly.

The demon spirit is shining, and it blooms infinitely. Immediately, it gradually shrinks, just to the size of a normal heart, and then slowly floats into the hands of poetry.

Qin Qi sighed with relief and felt that it was a god. This is indeed a heart, and there is an indescribable vitality.

However, it has indeed been practiced as a treasure that can be used by people.

Qin Qi’s eyes are shining, and her heart is very excited.

Such a taboo artifact, such a strong vitality, will certainly be able to welcome the promise!

"Young master, give!" Poetry smiled, this is a taboo artifact of the Mozu, poetry and poetry did not have a trace of hesitation.

After all, as long as it is for Qin Qi, she can do anything.

What's more, this is to resurrect the promise!

The woman around Qin Qi, the most close to the poetry is Fu Cai Xuan, that is, Situ Jing also depends on the latter.

Therefore, in order to resurrect Fu Cai Xuan, she will also spare no effort.

"Young master, can you be successful?" The poetry looked forward to the road.

"Well, you can rest assured that we can succeed!" Qin Qizhen fixed the way, only this matter, on the poor blue falls Huangquan, Qin Qi must also do!

The gods are collected, but like the other side of the bridge, Qin Qi is temporarily unavailable, can only exist in the body, waiting for everything to be ready.

Nowadays, Qin Qi has already got the devil of the heavens, and there is the existence of Qin Yi. The Emperor’s pen has almost got his hands. The rest is the blood pool of the Yaozu.

Qin Qi and the Yaozu, the relationship is not harmonious, although Tianzhu is not willing to be hostile to Qin Qi, but I would not be so easy to borrow the blood pool.

Almost impossible, the demon will never agree.

However, if you don't agree, don't borrow, then grab it and measure it yourself.

From the Temple of Heaven, Qin Qi did not intend to stay for a long time, although he knew that poetry did not want to be separated from him, he wanted to continue to be tired of him.

But Qin Qi still has too many things to do.

"When it's over, let's go to the lottery, okay?" Qin Qi laughed.

"Yeah!" The poetry nodded hard. "I will do the Queen of Heaven. I need anything. I must come to me. Let's meet the sister of Colors!"

Qin Qi smiled and then looked at Catherine and said: "You will stay on Zeus Peak in the future. If you have any questions, you can ask Prometheus."

Zeus Shenfeng, the greatest peak of the gods, Qin Qi intends to give Catherine and Prometheus.

As for other clans, there are naturally resource allocations that do not cause inequality.

Qin Qi’s arrangement is that Prometheus is very curious about Catherine. The blood of Pandora is the product of the gods. Prometheus thinks that it can go further!

The Titan Protoss is also one of the gods of the heavens!

These, Qin Qi does not care, I believe that the power of Prometheus, certainly can make Catherine harvest huge.

As for the Chaos Era Alliance, Qin Qi will not go back for the time being, but this time, some of the resources will be sent back to the Alliance to help the Alliance grow as soon as possible!

"Hey, where are you going, take me, don't leave me here!" Hai listened to her heart. She found a circle in Demeter, and she didn't find the "March of the Volunteers." A stomach is depressed.

After all, she is not the gentleman and gentleman who pretend to be in the sea. She has been reading books and checking ancient books. After she died, she now knows that Qin Qi is leaving, and she hastened to come over.

"You will sing?" Qin Qi laughed.

"What song do you like, you can't find it, or you can teach me." Hai listened with a complaint.

"Alright, if there is a big battle in the future, you will sing, presumably the effect should be good." Qin Qi joked, he is in a very good mood.

"Cut." The sea listens to the heart, the little princess of the mermaid family, the talents and air transport of the entire sea are the top figures of the ranks, and they are really turned into singers.

"The young master who received the young master?" The poetry is the maid of Qin Qi, and she is very concerned.

"The chance is coincidental, not counting." Qin Qi coughed.

"Hey!" The poems snorted and stared at the sea to listen to the heart, but the look was not at all good.

The sea listens to the poems and looks like this. The heart can't help but feel guilty. It feels like being stared by a horror demon. The instinct trembles.

The origin of the three tribes in mainland China is far more terrible than the intelligence!

"As a maid, you have to listen to the words of the young master. The young master will let you do what you do. What the younger brother wants to do to you, do not disagree, hear no!" The poem is inserted in the waist and listens to the sea. The heart is trained.

The sea listened to the heart and dared to say a "no" word, nodded.

This poem is satisfied, and secretly made a face to Qin Qi.

Qin Qi shook his head helplessly, and waved his hand, and then left with the sea to listen to the heart.

All the way to Long Island, no problem on the road, Qin Qi really paid the sea to listen to how to sing, have to say, sing from the sea to listen to the heart, not to mention the wonderful, but less magnificent, difficult to be a war song.

Of course, these are insignificant episodes. After half a day, Qin Qi and the sea listened to the heart, and they have already arrived in Nanban.

In the far air, a huge island is suspended in mid-air. It is not so much an island, but a small piece of land, and its size is even larger than that of Sen Luoyuan.

This island is very special. It looks like a dragon is hovering there, and there are all kinds of pure dragons everywhere.

Under the island, a large lake, although not as vast as the East China Sea, is also extremely magnificent, extremely eye-catching, and it is faintly visible that some Asian dragons are tumbling in it.

On the island, it is the authentic dragon, and the infinite dragon is automatically condensed, such as countless dragons passing by, sacred and peaceful, like miracles.

Although I have already seen the spectacular scenery, Qin Qi still couldn’t help but feel a little scared when I first saw this Long Island.

It is worthy of being the ancestral land of the dragons. As the most important race of the Yaozu, it is not weak.

"This is Long Island, it's not bad. It's not worse than the Hailong people." The sea is also listening to the eyes, looking left and right.