Martial God Conqueror

But at the same time, the red flame of the eruption broke out in an instant, destroying the sword mans directly, and then shrouded the purple gold scorpion and Du Shaoqi.

In a short while, Du Shaoqi and Zijin Tianzhu disappeared at the same time.

Everything happened too fast, and it was almost impossible to stop the East from Qingqing, Du Xiaoman, Du Yunlong, etc., and could not stop it.

The nine devils, the gods, the terrible shadows that stood tall, the magic brakes disappeared, Du Shaoqi and Zijin Tianzhu also disappeared, and this ancient heaven and earth fell into a strange silence.

"Hey..."

The swords and swords that shuttled through the void broke out in the air, like a thunder in the void, and then flew away from the void.

"It's all treasures, winning treasures!"

Some souls have come back to God, and they have seen the empty swords and swords on the ancient earth. Their eyes are immediately hot, and they are all heavy treasures.

For a moment, the eyes of the full-fledged souls rushed from the shock to the red color, and the figure was immediately saved.

On the ancient battlefield that was born, there was a temptation that they could not resist, and there were treasures everywhere.

Across the road to the ancient battlefield, for fear of falling behind others.

"This bone is mine, who dares to grab it!"

A hundred-footed beast, such as a bear like a wolf, is full of breath. It is stared at a huge animal bone. It feels that the huge animal bone contains enormous energy. It is the secret bone that is not destroyed, and it is endless.

"孽畜!"

A thin and thin old man appeared, and a narrow sword with a two-finger width burst into a ray of light. If the snake came out of the hole, pierced the void, and went straight to the behemoth, he would take the huge animal bone.

"grumble……"

Suddenly, the clouds are in the air, and the humming sounds through the clouds.

A red giant eagle bathed in the sea of ​​fire, claws out, grabbing a long rifle that is about to disappear into the void.

"The flames of old birds, this treasure is not for you!"

At the same time as a loud drink fell, a huge black giant python appeared and slammed his hand and grabbed the rifle directly.

"Dead monkey, you are looking for death!"

The giant eagle's eyes suddenly sharpened, the cold light poured out, and the flames fluttering between the wings turned into a black giant.

"Hey..."

In a sudden time, there are creatures competing for big shots, and a battle for an instant burst.

"Hey!"

On the void, there is a palm-sized bell that emits the radiance of rumbling, and the sound is like a substantial practising, and the figures of the creatures that pounce on it are shattered directly.

"No, this bell is terrible!"

There are also creatures that have come to breathe and breathe, and they have regressed. This bell is so terrible.

A beautiful shadow appeared in the vicinity of the bell, the skin is better than the snow, the stars in the eyes are fluctuating, the skin is better than the snow, and the temperament of the elegant and high-spirited body makes people look self-defeating.

No one dares to shoot her, the leader of the younger generation of the farmer, the supreme nirvana Zhou Xiaoluo, who is not easy to provoke.

"It is a holy device!"

A slightly surprised voice came out, a woman dressed in a strong coat, slender legs, and embossed body appeared not far away, staring at the bells, and the ripples in the eyes.

"There is a spirit in the sacred, and those who have a chance, how."

The woman in the hard coat smiled at Zhou Xiaoluo, and there was a kind of beautiful and graceful beauty in the hot, and the whole person showed a wild beauty.

"Then come according to the meaning of Ms. Mo Xiaojie, who has it!"

Zhou Xiaolu smiled slightly, his voice was soft and beautiful, and when the voice fell, there was a faint yellow radiance in the body, like a ray of light, and walked toward the bell.

When the ink is like a man, the handprints are condensed, and the embossed body is suddenly surrounded by a general trend. A hand twists the void and goes against the bell.

"Hey!"

The bell trembled, and the mysterious cracks broke out in an instant, instantly turning into a giant-like bell.

The radiance of Baizhang's bells reflects the void, and the mysterious visions of the sun, the moon and the stars are densely covered. The terrible power makes the sky shake, condensing into a substantial energy wave, twisting the void, and horrifying the atmosphere, sweeping toward the ink like a man.

The ink is so beautiful, the handprints are condensed, and the time is printed with a palm print.

This palm is equally horrible, with a sly rune rushing out, like controlling the space, colliding with the energy on the bell, letting the sky roar.

"Please go home with the farmer's younger generation!"

Such words came from the mouth of Zhou Xiaoluo, the voice is like a scorpio, she did not shoot, just straight to the terrible bell.

"Hey!"

The bell roared, the voice was sorrowful and vicissitudes, and the listener was sorrowful and mournful. Then he hovered down in the void and landed on the ground and sat on the scattered white bones. The most around it was a whirlwind, and the voice was like a sorrow.

Above the white bones, this white and white, but it is tens of thousands of years without a break, sitting cross-legged, there are shards of robes on the body, from the left chest, there is a palm-sized hole, like a hole in the life Stayed, so it was robbed!

"The farmer is not filial to the younger generation, come to meet the ancestors' widow!"

Zhou Xiaoluo’s shadow landed, and he looked at it with such awkwardness. He respectfully bowed in front of him, and his beautiful face was solemn.

"The farmer is not filial to the younger generation, come to meet the ancestors' widow!"

In the farmhouse, the old man who led the leader fell in front of the white bone, and looked at the sly, old face, and the eyes were thundered, and the respectful squatting on the ground.

Behind the old man, there are many strong and young children in the farmhouse. At this moment, they are all in harmony, and the look is solemn and respectful!

"Hey!"

The huge bell trembled and re-formed the size of the palm, surrounded by Zhou Xiaoluo.

Ink as a man looks at the scene in front of him, his face is slightly strange.

"That was the ancestors of the farmer who had been damaged in the battlefield of the Devils. In the past battle, countless ancestors were robbed, and they blocked the catastrophe with their lives."

The beautiful woman led by Mohna went to the back of Mo Ruo, and her eyes fluctuated and felt it.

It was said that the ink figure of the man fell on the ground, and he bent over to the squat, and then left and left.

"Hey..."

On this ancient battlefield, the scorpion is full of secrets, and all kinds of battles make the void constantly screaming and twisting, and the energy is boiling, as the flame is burning.

Someone vomits blood and there are orcs falling.

This battle for contention lasted for a full day before it ended completely.

But the dust has not been completely settled, and many people who have received treasures are being surrounded.

Among them, the treasures of the major forces and strong people such as the Mohist, the farmer, and the ruined country account for the majority, but no one dares to contain them.

The ancient peaks are left everywhere with the mottled traces of the ancient war.

"It should be related to the flame. It is the flame of the town to suppress the demon. It is very likely that he took him away!"