Martial God Conqueror

"That apricot is still not dead, someone has intervened, but it will not be as old as it was. This time, even if they are coming again, it will not help."

Slight pause, the indifferent voice continued to emerge from the black magic.

"Everyone is retreat, and the day of complete recovery is the time for my great career!"

The sound spreads in this ridiculous land, the earth is cracked, the lake is smashing, the tide is rising

Broken land, mottled debris.

A plain robe stands in the middle of the middle, with a pale face, but it is a kind of ethereal temperament that is hidden, and the eyes are dangling, and the look is dignified, as if thinking about something.

"That apricot is also dead. Is it true that this time, the catastrophe is really powerless?"

A teenager who seems to be only twelve or three years old has a heavy look, and there is no immature face on the pale face, but it is filled with vicissitudes and wisdom.

The middle-aged still coveted, as if it was a natural blend with the earth's space, the expression on his face was calm.

"Whether, if it is really powerless to return to the sky, this world is broken, we can go back, these billions of creatures, we are powerless to return to the sky, big time to bring some good seedlings, but also for this world left seed."

The teenager continued to speak, deep as if it were a black hole, like being able to see through the space and seeing the past and present.

"Everything is not a foregone conclusion!"

Suddenly, this middle-aged looked up slightly toward the sky, and there was a faint rune in the eyes.

"Do you think that we can block the demon gods, or are the nine people in this world, the dragons, the phoenix people able to block the demon?"

The young man spoke, how could he not know, even if it was their five heydays, it would never be the devil in the heyday.

We must know that the Dragon God and the Lord of the Three Thousands of Thousands of Worlds only sealed it and did not kill it.

"If you want to kill the demon, it is not a matter of strength. Otherwise, Du Shaoyu will not be recognized by God. The Thunder is on his body, which proves that this is the Lord of the Three Thousands of Worlds. Arrange." Middle-aged said.

"But the apricot is dead, the bones of the gods are gone, there is no trace left!" Juvenile eyes.

They have searched carefully, and there is nothing in this world that can escape their snooping search. Even if there is a trace of God, it will never escape their spying.

"Is Du Shaozhen really dead?" There is doubt in the middle age.

"You mean, that apricot is not dead?" asked the vicissitudes of the teenager.

"That apricot is carrying a few kinds of spiritual mines, even if the apricot is dead, those spiritual mines?" said the middle-aged.

"The spirit of the thunder can not be destroyed, it may be dissipated between the heavens and the earth, one day, will still reproduce this world."

"Even if the spirit of the Thunder is dissipated, there will be traces left, but we have not found any traces."

The middle-aged man swayed and looked at the vicissitudes of the teenager. "The demon **** was once again created by the dragon god. I believe that the Lord of the Three Thousands of Worlds will have arrangements."

The voice paused a little, and the middle age continued: "Under the circumstances, there are many variables in this world. What will happen in the end, everything is still unknown."

"Can be nine people, dragons, phoenixes, etc., those people may not necessarily be shot, most will be independent, seeking protection." The boy said.

"The robbery has come back. This is the final calm. As for what will happen in the end, it depends on God's will."

The young sighs, the quiet breath of the body, the space is quietly oscillating.

The ancient Tianzong, the 莽莽 mountain range, is endless, the mountains are towering, green and green.

Above the peaks, the clouds are haunting.

"My disciples, you will not die, you will not die."

On the mountain peak, an old man dressed in a blue-white robes and an ancient sword on the back of his shoulders, at the moment, the half-bundle of white fluttering white, but it is messy, the original white 鬓 and a white beard, no I know that it is the tears of the tears or the snot of the saliva, so that the original sacred bones, like the immortal temperament, are gone, especially the two big incisors in the mouth are protruding, and now crying and snorting It makes people look a little different.

Only at this moment, anyone can see the grief in the eyes of the old man. At this age, he still cries like a young child, showing how deep the pain in his heart is.

It has been a little half a month since the birth of the Tianmo battlefield. In the 3-6 Kyushu, hundreds of millions of souls are still immersed in fear and fear.

The void of space, surrounded by darkness, is like the existence of space in the gap, only occasionally the sound of space air flow.

In this dark void, look carefully, there is a white light flashing, alternating black and white, but the cycle is not extinguished, with invisible mysterious ancient power fluctuations, wrapped in a **** thing.

"Zizi"

The strange thing is that in the blood fog, there is golden light, arc fluctuation

I don't know how long it took. When Du Shaozhen regained consciousness, there was a pain in the depths of the gods.

But in addition to consciousness and pain, I don't feel any light. Du Shaoqi tried hard to open his eyes, but now everything is out of control.

The sense of recovery is too weak, like a floating embarrassment.

Du Shaoxuan recalled everything, and he finally suffered the blow of the demon god. The flesh and the gods collapsed under the impact and could not stop.

"I don't seem to die"

But at this moment, the glimpse of this recovery made Du Shaokang, and he did not die.

Trying to think back, Du Shaozhen remembered that he was completely incompetent, and he wrapped himself in a mysterious aperture of black and white mosaic.

This silent darkness has no space like no time to exist, nor how long it has been known.

Du Shaozhen’s sense of recovery has become stronger and stronger, and the Yuanshen is gradually waking up, even allowing Du Shaozhen to feel the power of mine and the spirit of the gods.

"It’s all broken, it’s hard to die.”

When the Yuanshen spy, Du Shaozhen knew why his eyes were dark, and his own body had long been broken into pieces, and even the Yuanshen was greatly affected.

This influence, for any physical body and the **** of the strong, is deadly, and it is impossible to be safe.

However, Du Shaocao did not die on his own. The body was broken and there was no big shackles. There was an immortal body in the body. This is the metamorphosis of the immortal body.

"what"

Under the sneak peek, Du Shaozhen now has a black and white alternating aperture around his body, which is mysterious and ancient. The middle of the bribe is separated by a black and white cycle, such as day and night.