Heavenly Monarch of All Times

"Oh!" Above the sky, the chilling altar released a terrible ban, and overwhelmingly enveloped the crowd. Ωe ΩΩww%om

At this moment, everyone feels that the chest is stagnation, it seems to be suffocating.

The faces of the people were suddenly stiff, and it was obvious that the prohibition power released by the altar was so terrible.

"Everyone, come into the altar!" And at this time, Hua Yi shouted and shouted. ,

Nie Tian reacted, and there was a wing of the star soul behind it. It directly rolled up Hua as it swept and rushed toward the altar.

"Hey!" Immediately, his figure was on the ban, and suddenly his body swayed and a blood spurted out. ,

However, he still rushed through the ban, stepping out in one step, and the figure fell on a huge icicle of the altar.

The people below reacted and rushed over.

The power of the ban is strong, but it is not fatal. Ql11

Most people have rushed through the ban and entered the altar.

However, everyone was injured, even if it was the ghost valley curse and others, it was also hurt by the power of the ban.

Obviously, the power of prohibition is the power of inductive ability. The stronger the strength of the military, the stronger the impact of the prohibition.

"Hey!" Wing Mo saw everyone entering the altar, but he sneered and said: "You enter the altar of the cold, equal to death!"

"One district is near the holy, a big breath!" At this moment, a voice screamed, and then a figure skyrocketed, directly rushing toward the past.

"Mu patriarchal!" The eyes of the people suddenly condensed, seeing the figure, it is the Mu family long Mu Xinghe.

Mu Xinghe is a nine-step pseudo-sacred strength, but his momentum at this moment is not strong, and seems to have been greatly suppressed.

"Looking for death!" Winged eyes flashed, cold and incomparable, Sen Han said two words.

"Hey!" Immediately, a cold and chilling blade appeared, sharp and extreme, whizzing past, and straight to the Muxing River.

"Well?" Muxinghe was in the middle of the air and suddenly noticed something was wrong. His eyes trembled and he was shocked.

At this moment, he realized that his strength was suppressed and he could not utter it.

"Hey!" The next moment, when he had not had time to make a half-reaction, the chilling blade directly penetrated his chest, and his body trembled and fell.

"The patriarch of the patriarch!" A Mujia martial art saw a scream, and the figure flew past and caught the Muxing River.

Mu Xinghe stabilized his body, half of his body was instantly reddened by blood, his face pale as paper.

In the blink of an eye, his figure was opened sideways. Otherwise, he would be killed directly by the cold blade.

Others saw this scene and their faces were very embarrassing.

The strength of Muxing River is absolutely at the peak level among all people, but it is completely unbearable, which makes everyone not to be surprised.

"Hey! When you enter the altar of the cold, you will be suppressed by the altar ban, even if you are a saint, you can't sway the strength of the semi-sacred!" At this time, the sound of the wing ink sounded, cold and cold.

Everyone's face changed, and then they felt the martial arts, and the look was even more dazed.

The power of the ban in the altar is too strong, and the strength of all people is suppressed below half.

Wing Mo is a first-order near-holy, and his strength, apparently not suppressed, seems to have improved a lot.

He is a cold-winged person, and certainly will not be suppressed by the altar of the cold.

"This is bad!" The crowd trembled and many people began to scream.

At this point, even if they are all tied together, it is impossible to be the opponent of Wing Mo.

They entered the altar of the cold, and it seems that they have cast their own nets.

"Nie Tian, ​​I said, you shouldn't come." At this time, Wing Mo looked at Nie Tian, ​​with a stern look in his eyes, and said: "How are you doing now? Even if you broke open Xuan Bing The soul of the giant, still can't stop me!"

"Even if I don't kill you, you will be tortured to death by the power of the altar."

He said, he shook his head and showed some regret on his face. He said to Nie Tian: "You have saved my life, I don't want to kill you. But you should not stop me, should not stop on my way. ”

"I hope that when I open the **** scroll, you are still alive."

After that, he stopped going to see Nie Tian.

He really didn't want to kill Nie Tian, ​​but if Nie Tian wants to stop him from opening the cold blood, he will kill the same.

Let the rise of the Han dynasty, this is his mission, and the opening of the bloody, is the first step in his mission.

Whoever blocks his way, who will kill him!

"Wings ink, in order to open the cold blood, do you want to kill the lives of so many innocent people in the Holy Spirit domain?" Nie Tian looked at the wing ink, sinking and opening.

"I don't want to kill, but in order to chill the wing, I have to do this!" The wing ink whispered, and the face showed pain.

He is not a murderer, but in order to revive the chilling wing, he does not hesitate to pay for it!

"Bastard!" Nie Tian's eyes sank and screamed.

In order to revive the chilling wing, the wing ink has become mad.

Wing ink does not care about Nie Tian, ​​but the figure moves toward the sacred seed above the Taoist platform.

Next, he will use the seeds of the Holy Land to open the blood of the cold.

At this time, everyone clearly felt that the power of prohibition in the altar space was getting stronger and stronger.

If the power of the ban has always become stronger, everyone will be oppressed to death.

The crowd looked up at the sky, and the eyes were full of horror.

At this time, no one dared to shoot the wings again.

It seems that they can only watch the wings and inks open the **** volume.

In the sky, Wing Mo looked at the seeds of the sacred world, and his eyes were so hot that he seemed to have seen the bright future of the Han dynasty.

Then, he spread out his palms, and there was a **** vortex in his palm, and a red glow was constantly flowing in the whirlpool.

Soon, the red glow of the air condensed together, and actually formed a huge blood book.

The blood book is the most holy thing of the Han dynasty wing: cold blood!

At the moment when the **** scroll appeared, a **** man appeared and instantly spread in the altar.

At this moment, everyone felt the chest sinking, the heavy feeling of oppression, let them suffocate.

"The ancestors of the Han dynasty wing, please bless me, open the **** scroll!" Wing Moto chills the blood, the solemn and solemn look, slowly send the cold blood to the sacred seeds.

At this moment, Nie Tian’s eyes of the devil suddenly trembled. He saw a pair of cold and evil eyes above the chilly blood.

"It's the evil eyes!" The sudden scene made Nie Tian's face change and screamed directly.

In the past, he had seen a pair of evil eyes. It was this evil eye that made him cry and blood, and there was a demon in his face. ,

At this moment, the evil eyes appeared on the **** volume!