Peerless Insect Deity

As the Prince Wanlong expected, after a few hours of waiting, the huge hometown of Wanlong began to slow down slowly. In the core of the core, the method of entering the method, Wanlong's hometown was unmoved.

But this is not the most worried about everyone. What is even more unbearable is that after the protection of the protective array of Wanlong's hometown, those purple odors began to penetrate and spread in the township of Wanlong.

Thousands of backgrounds, the protective array of protection of monks in the combined period cannot stop this purple odor. The defense system formed by their best efforts is being collapsed layer by layer.

On the hometown of Wanlong, there was a dead silence, caught in a very terrifying silence, and everyone's hope disappeared at this moment.

After a long time, I don't know who whispered.

"I, can I run first?"

"Can you run away? After leaving our heavy defense, your first one was polluted by odor.

"I think there is still a little meaning, at least don't let everyone see the indecent picture of vomiting to doubt life ..."

"Okay, I think you have a little reason ..."

At this moment, Prince Wanlong drank.

"Don't be too panic, no matter what this purple odor does not have any ability to directly cause damage, the smell is a little bit smell. As long as we can endure it, it is not a big problem, and now the purple odor has not penetrated. Maybe this is this. The smell is limited, and it will dissipate by yourself after another one or two hours, so please maintain the Taoist friends of the big array and persist for a while. "

"Maybe victory is just right."

Prince Wanlong's words are completely to stabilize the military heart, and at this time, this is only the case.

Two or three hours later, the last hope of the crowd was shattered. A ray of purple odor penetrated the last layer of protection and spread towards everyone. Nympho

Everyone is ready to welcome the bad odor.

It is strange to say that when you can avoid this purple odor, everyone is still a little scared, but it is completely unable to avoid it. When you know the torture you want to bear next, the fear disappears.

This is like a knife hanging on the head. When it is hanging, it is the most scary. When the knife turns into a knife light, it is not so scared.

The expression on everyone's face was a bit dead, and some people laughed.

"Anyway, it won't cause direct damage, and it will smell a bit smell.

"Yes, the odor can only enhance our anger!"

"Stinky, Poor Road has never been in his eyes. I heard it before, and there was no frowning in the poor. This is the case this time!"

Prince Wanlong also laughed at this moment.

"As long as we cross the difficulties, why not worry about this battle!"

King Jing frowned, and it didn't seem to be so optimistic. He suddenly remembered that he saw that some soldiers were polluted by the smell before, and it was the picture that spit out the five internal organs, which made him shudder.

"This smell, I'm afraid there is no previous odor as simple ..."

At this moment, the purple odor completely shrouded the last pure land of Wanlong's hometown, and everyone turned into light purple ...

"I, I ... vomit!"

"Damn, vomit!"

"Vomiting! Song, Song Ba Tian, ​​no, Mr. Song, vomiting! I surrendered! Surrender! Vomit ..."

Even if you have prepared psychological preparations, even if you have seen death, even if you have been united, the smell of odor is beyond everyone's imagination. At this moment, even the most elegant and coldest fairy. Continuous vomiting, my eyes are despair ...

It's too exaggerated. This purple odor is more than a hundred times more smelly than the smell they smelled before!

This has surpassed the limit of most monks. At this moment, many virtual retransmit monks have been smoked nonsense and spit out the internal organs ... Many monks in the duration of the robbery are smoked straight eyes ...

Prince Wanlong, who was still proud to spit the darkness, has some unconsciousness.

"This, damn, what is it, taste! Vomit!"

"Hurry up the fire, Yuan Shen is really hot, detonating the smell ... vomit!"

"You can't ignite the true fire of the Yuanshen, you will ignite!"

boom……

Prince Wanlong turned into a fire man, but the fire man was also purple. The purple odor did not have the same explosion before the Yuan Shen Zhenhuo ignited.

This is also the special feature of small smelly farts that completely convert all the explosion and collapse to the smell of the soul ... No wonder the little smell can occupy the first place in the stinky fart competition for hundreds of years to surpass.

"Hahaha, how is it possible, it is impossible. Yuan Shen's true fire is useless and cannot be ignited. This is impossible. It must be that the temperature is not enough!"

The true fire of Prince Wanlong was getting hot and stronger. His Yuanshen source and Shouyuan are declining rapidly. The face of Jing Wang around him has changed greatly, and the remaining guards are also shouting.

King Jing forcibly suppressing vomiting and nausea: "Brother, you calmly, this smell is just stinky, and there is no ability to affect the mind!"

"Brother Emperor, Brother Emperor ..."

"Not good, quickly suppress the emperor's brother, otherwise there is no need to take the Song Ba Tian to shoot, he will die in the true fire of the Yuanshen!"

At this time, Prince Wanlong had been smoked a little crazy, and he was completely unaware of the calls around him. He ignited the true fire of his soul with all his heart and soul to increase the temperature...

Many monks in the Tribulation Period looked at each other in bewilderment.

Prince Wanlong did not seem to have experienced many hardships and setbacks. His Tao heart was not stable enough. The stench had actually smoked his Tao heart to pieces, and the inner demon was distorting his self-will!

Fortunately, Prince Wanlong did not have much resistance at this time. Everyone attacked together and suppressed and sealed Prince Wanlong in just a moment...

No one expected that on the march, the trillion-dollar army was harassed by the enemy, and no one could capture it. Instead, they took down their own commander first.

Prince Wanlong completely lost his ability to move, and the Land of Ten Thousand Dragons was still in a completely polluted state. Everyone continued to emit a foul smell.

Gradually, not only Prince Wanlong was somewhat unconscious, but many Return to Void and Fusion Period monks were also like this, but they were suppressed and sealed at the first time.

All the monks in the Tribulation Crossing Stage could not help but look at King Jing, who was still calm and barely able to hold back his vomiting.

"Your Highness, what should we do!"

King Jing gritted his teeth, his face pale. Now there was no leader, and Prince Wanlong's heart was broken. He would have to suppress his inner demons and reshape his heart for a long time.

The command of the entire army fell on King Jing's head.

He glanced at the chaotic regular troops, and then at the Land of Ten Thousand Dragons, where the command-level monks were gradually collapsing.

He gritted his teeth and made a resolute decision.

"Negotiate, negotiate with Song Batian immediately!"

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