Master Dan Dao

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Chapter 1253 The Sedition of the Holy Power

"Raising an unfamiliar wolf-eyed wolf will give me such a grand excuse!"

Jin Ran's face was extremely gloomy, and they yelled at Mo Qi.

If it is placed on the continent of the nations, and the two holy junior strongmen, he waved his hand casually, and there will be a lot of strong men to kill him.

However, even in the battlefield of the tens of thousands with holy ranks, even Jin Ran had to face the power of the three in front of him.

"Jin Ran, don't give up, I'll ask you, the token, do you pay it or not!"

Mo Qi snorted coldly and yelled.

As his words came to an end, the powerful breath of the four saint-class powerhouses was swept away. Suddenly, the atmosphere in this world was suppressed to the extreme!

"Zhao Xuetu!"

"Mo Qi, Zhong Nian, are you going to reverse!"

Ling Lao and Jin Xianjin, who were fighting with holy war souls, apparently noticed the movements here, and all immediately yelled.

However, even if they noticed the rearward change, they were not inferior to themselves, and even the holy warriors with more strange means. In a short time, they could not get rid of them.

"Two people, don't blame us if you don't hand over the token!"

Regarding Ling Lao and Jin Xianhua's fury, the four saint-level powerful men only glanced and found that when they could not protect themselves at this time, several people's eyes turned to Jin Ran and Yun Jun again.

"It's not very useful for you anymore. You have a bright future. I urge you to think clearly. Is it worthwhile to throw your life here!"

Mo Qi glanced at several people in Jin Ran. In his eyes, he no longer had half respect, and some of them were a kind of sting to the ants by a strong man!

If it weren't for the power behind them, the respectable powerhouses, even if their talents were better, they would be more lazy.

Because, for them, these guys do not belong to the ethnic war zone. They will eventually return to the ethnic continent to develop. No matter how great their future achievements are, they will not affect themselves.

Under the shroud of this atmosphere, Yun Yin and Yun Lan's cheeky faces became extremely pale.

Even the semi-sacred powerhouses such as Yunjun and Jin Ran have dignified looks.

These four guys are able to dominate one side in the battlefield of various races, and they kill a lot.

At this moment, they have no doubt at all. If they refuse, these four guys will ruthlessly kill them with this!

"Okay, I'll give you the token, but you must never do anything to me!"

After a little groaning, Jin Ran shouted.

Right now, Jin Xiancao was dragged by the holy war spirit, and he couldn't be rescued at one and a half minutes, and these four jealous guys are likely to turn into fierce beasts in the next second, showing him merciless Shred.

Instead of being killed after his death, it is better to take the initiative to surrender the thing, so as not to suffer himself, Jin Ran clearly sees it through.

After the words were over, Jin Ran took something out of his arms and threw it towards the sky.

"Oh!"

Moreover, Jin Ran obviously also had some deep meaning. His token was intentionally or unintentionally closer to Zhao Xuetu. It seems that he intentionally provoked both parties.

However, what made Jin Ran a little disappointed was that the four holy class powerhouses had seen through his mind for a long time, and they could not hold their arms up, and the token was caught in their hands.

Although Zhao Xuetu's eyes had a touch of covetousness, he didn't rob him from beginning to end. Obviously, a few of them had already made an appointment.

After taking the token, Mo Qi and others turned their attention to Yun Jun. A tremendous pressure was also faintly suppressing the three women.

"you guys……"

Yun Yin Qiao's face was a little pale, but she had a strange look in the eyes of the four holy class powerhouses. As if she wanted to keep these people in mind.

Looking at Yun Yin's gaze, Zhao Xuetu's brows frowned, and a sense of violentness arose in his heart.

"I give you!"

Yun Jun Mei's eyes froze slightly, as if she felt the kind of killing in Zhao Xuetu's heart. At last, she bit her silver teeth and sighed.

Immediately, Yun Jun also lost a token to Zhao Xuetu.

"Haha, you've been like this for a long time, otherwise nothing will be gone!"

Zhao Xuetu grabbed the token in his hand and laughed.

These two tokens were cast by the forefathers of the two races who forged the altar. Only by having them can they accept the shelter of the altar!

Taking this thing into their hands, they can cultivate some holy class strongmen in the battlefield of all races! Moreover, with this kind of treasures, they can also respond to all of them and win many holy class strong men!

Even if the Yunlings and Jinyans are dissatisfied with them, there will be no other way out!

"Junk stuff!"

In the distance, Ling Lao and Jin Xian looked at the alien shape here, and they looked very angry, but even the two Holy Intermediate War Souls made them completely unhappy!

"Haha, several, see you later!"

Zhao Xuetu looked at each other with satisfaction in their eyes. Immediately, they laughed and were ready to fly away.

"Wait!"

Just then, Jin Ran's voice suddenly sounded.

"Why? Do you have any opinion?"

Mo Qi's eyes froze slightly, and the cold light flashed in the eyes.

At this time, Jin Ran had no deterrent to them at all. If the latter tried to regain the token, they wouldn't mind having a ray of dead soul in their hands.

"Oh, are some of you planning to leave like this? Your heart is really big."

Regarding that disdainful look, Jin Ran resisted the anger in his heart and said, "How many people can know the Thunder Monster tribe to reclaim the secret?"

"Ok?"

Hearing Jin Ran's words, the eyes of the four of them were a little froze.

In the battlefield of various ethnic groups, there are many things that steal this special area from the top races, and there are very few that can be taken back.

However, at that time, a **** massacre was set off in the battlefield of thousands of ethnic groups. Under that massacre, even the saint-class powerhouses had dozens of fallen!

The massacre was launched by the Thunder Monsters in order to recapture the special area of ​​the birth war soul!

It is rumored that the cause of the slaughter was because of a arrogant son of the Thunder Monster family. Finally, the strongest of the Thunder Monster family, combined with several other Xeons, forcibly ripped open the space and lost dozens of them. Hundreds of powerful sacred powerhouses entered the battlefield of all races.

Each of these holy-strength powers possesses unique skills and many cards. Wherever they go, the holy-strength powers in the battlefield of the tens of thousands are losing ground, and finally they have to return the area to the Thunder Monster family.

"It seems that Jin Ran is kind enough to remind us to cut the grass and root it?"

Mo Qi sneered, and in his eyes, a cold mang flashed.