Martial God Conqueror

At this moment, Du Shaozhen’s body is roaring in both ears. The terrible destruction of the magical gas is crushed in the void. The body seems to be bursting open. If there is a Qingling armor and an immortal body, it is feared that the whole body will also be broken directly. .

"Is this the strength of the strongest demon god?"

Du Shaozhen’s heart is awkward. These strengths are too strong. They go beyond the general sacred environment and can destroy everything.

For a moment, Du Shaozhen seems to have no power to counter, and there is a coolness in the depths of his heart.

At this time, Du Shaoqi's body, a red-blue flame arc is rising, an invisible pressure fluctuation spread throughout the body, and in an instant the surrounding terrible pressure against the dissipation.

"This big demon seems to have recovered a lot!"

The sound of the fire thunder came out, and the slightly illusory figure sighed in the Du Shaoyan mud pill palace, and it was about to be shot.

"not good……"

“Be careful!”

Xuan Gu, Yue Sheng, Jia Lou Ba Tian and other strong senses, the eyes changed greatly, the sound of thunder, but as strong as they, can not do anything at this moment, their opponents are more than they have.

"Oh..."

In the hollow, there is an involuntary volatility in the void, and the magic gas can also be frozen. The cold air is getting more and more intense in a moment, and the horrible clutch of the big demon is also directly slowed down.

In this electric light flint, a silver-haired old man appeared in front of Du Shaoqi, on the old face, a snow and ice rushed out in the depths of the eyes, holding a squid and a spear burst out of the ice and snow rune, from the void A vast ice of ice swept through the void, freezing everything, and wearing the magical palm of the sky.

"Oh la la..."

The void is broken, the magic is broken, and the vast palm is broken.

"Hey..."

The old silver-haired old man stepped back and took a step back and retreated to Du Shaoxuan’s side. The vastness of the ice that filled the body made Du Shaoxuan’s heart shudder.

“Thank you for the Beilun predecessors!”

Du Shaozhen was pleasantly surprised. The person who came was the Beilun Ice Hall, the owner of the Snow Temple.

The eyes of Beilun Bingchen are closely on the four purple Lei Xuan Ding, who are surrounded by lightning and thunder, and the old face is full of shocking colors.

In the distance of the void, the dark shadow of the dark day shrinks, and between the magical fluctuations, a childlike figure emerges like a gnome, wrapped in strange black scales, filled with magic.

This is a man, looks like a middle-aged, his face is very gloomy, his hair is shoulder-length, his feet are short, but his arms are able to fall below his knees, his dry hands are dark, and there are twelve strange ones. Sharp fingers are like ghosts.

"Beilun Ice Chen, you are still alive, it is not easy!"

The big devil stared at the silver-haired old man, and his eyes were cold and fluctuating.

"I don't think it's good!"

The silver-haired old man is the owner of the Snow Temple, Beilun Bingchen. He suppressed the magic gas and his eyes recovered. When his eyes swept over the Zhoukong, his eyes were dark and dignified, and then he looked at the big demon.

"Yeah, how long do you think you can suppress? For so many years, this is a cage. When you were forced to enter this place, why should you join us for life and give you a life!"

The big devil sneer, his eyes gloomy on the body of Beilun Bingchen.

"I want to hate these konjac, I want to kill my life, just because you are recovering now, I am afraid that it is not enough!" Beilun Bingchen looked straight into the big devil, and the eight-snake spear broke out in the hands of the ancient 璀璨Pattern.

"Booming!"

A purple Lei Xuan Ding roared, no longer suppressing the purple Lei Xuan Ding that was controlled by Du Shaoqi, a silver-gold arc ray swept out, the body of the red-breasted horse monkey, is the **** of Du Shaozhen, a purple revolving Xuan Ding around the rotation Thunderclouds.

The magic brake vomited again, his gaze changed greatly, and one of his purple Lei Xuan Ding has been controlled by Du Shaozhen.

The body of Du Shaoxuan and the body of the Red Dragon Horse Monkey are standing together. Two purple Lei Xuan Ding roars and roars. In a moment, the violent purple gold Xuan Lei pours out and presses the remaining two purple Lei Xuan Ding in the magic brake.

The big devil looks gloomy, and Zi Lei Xuan Ding absolutely can't make any accidents, it will be of great use.

"Scratch, rub, rub..."

Above the void, the thirteen giant chains of the thirteen altars connected to the magical vortex could not help but the terrible magical corrosion, dim light, and successively collapsed.

Thirteen altars trembled and made a noise.

On the void, the body of the five demon emperors showed sneer, and the magic was soaring.

Within the whirlpool of the magical sorcerer, the sound of the sinister ghosts crying and screaming constantly spreads out, and the light-grid-like secrets on the whirlpool of the whirlpool are eroded by the evil spirits, becoming more and more dim, and finally completely annihilated.

"Ha ha ha ha..."

The thunderous laughter came out of the magical vortex, shaking the void, and the magical gas surged.

"not good……"

The whole emptiness of the emptiness of the emptiness, Jialou tyrants, Xuangu, Qingfeng Taoist, etc. are not always paying attention to the whirlpool of the magical temperament, seeing this shape, the pale face is dignified to the extreme.

Beilun ice-throws, the frost floats, and the ice-sinking eyes look at the magical vortex and violently fluctuate. From the whirlpool of the magic, the laughter of the thunder is getting closer and closer, and the five magical light beams are like this. The black lightning rushed out and turned into five figures in a flash. It was the five devils, and the five heart-thirsty atmospheres swept away.

"Not good, the five devils have rushed out of the seal!"

Du Shaoqi’s heart trembled and looked at the five figures that had rushed out of the magical vortex. It was the **** of the five emperors. Once they were combined with the five demon emperors, But the five devils really recovered!

"kill!"

Beilun Bingchen shot, the eight-snake spear in his hand, such as the ice dragon rising, the figure went straight to the five magical emperors, and he participated in the ancient war, he is very clear once the five demon gods and What will be represented after the body is combined into one.

"Retreat, you are not enough!"

The big demon block, will not let Beilun Ice Chen be influenced, the magical spirit of the soul will be swept in an instant, and there will be eternal mourning with endless life, like carrying the resentment and suffocation of the world, facing the impact of Beilun Ice And go.

Beilun Ice is blocked, and the eight-snake spear in the hand is like a dragon and the sea of ​​clouds. The cold ice makes the empty frost float, and it can freeze the magic.

The big demon slaps a palm, and the body flies through the space. The space where it passes is turbulent. The magic is like a thick ink floating in the void, deep and black, and it is tremulous.

Above the void, the five demon gods and the five demon emperors are instantly close to lightning, and they must be integrated into one to restore the true power of the devil.