Supreme Martial Dao

Teng Li, completely collapsed.

He can't imagine how he would be a result if he really thought about it in the future.

If that is the case, today, he will be turned into a existence without thinking, a walking corpse, and a succumb to the existence of Wang Chen.

傀儡.

Yes, that’s it.

At the level of Teng Li, many things, no need to say too much, he is very clear.

Wang Chen’s words are too obvious.

He wants to turn himself into a beggar.

And, in the field of Wang Chen, Fujiwa has been there.

He knows where the palace is.

Wang Chen wants to transform himself into that field.

"Kill me... Wang Chen, you have the ability to kill me."

I don’t know where the power comes from. At this moment, the vines roared loudly.

At this moment, he only wants to die.

At this moment, Teng Li only wants Wang Chen to kill him.

At this moment, he discovered that death is sometimes a relief, and death is sometimes a kind of happiness.

If it is made by Wang Chenhua, the fate is self-evident.

More importantly, Teng Li is very clear about what Wang Chen will do next.

Today, Wang Chen unabashedly showed his blood and revealed his identity as a true god.

This is not enough to explain everything.

In particular, the battlefield is about to close now.

Wang Chen This is a plan to thoroughly liquidate the Fuji family and the warriors before the battlefield closes.

Maybe, with the strength of the Wang family, it is not enough to clear the warriors and the Fuji family.

But, plus Wang Chen’s blood heritage.

The true God heritage.

This identity is enough.

Although the past ten thousand years, the brand of true God has become blurred from too many people's hearts.

However, there are still some people who are still deeply remembered.

And, with the return of the true God, there will be countless people regaining their faith and regaining their glory.

Once this is the case, the disaster of Fujia and the warrior is really coming.

When the time comes, the Fuji family will fall into a desperate situation.

At that time, as the vine of Wang Chenxi, does he need to be an enemy of Fujio?

His hands will be stained with the blood of his loved ones, and his soul will be baptized with endless blood.

And these blood are his close relatives.

Thinking of this, Teng Li could not help but have a chill.

He is scared.

"Nine-day Church."

However, no matter how much mourning at the moment, how fearful it is, it is useless.

Wang Chen’s hand prints, but it has been pinched out.

哗...

With a single print, the nine-day church is already opened by Wang Chen.

The space is distorted. The next moment, Wang Chen and Teng Li appear in a huge palace.

"Holy suppression."

This palace today, Wang Chen did not hesitate to directly display the holy suppression.

Yes.

As Wu Li expected, Wang Chen planned to turn him into a Luohan.

A late pure Yang, even the strongest of pure Yang Peak.

Such a strong person, if it is incarnation of Luohan... will bring much improvement to the nine-day church.

This is self-evident.

Even if Wang Chen’s strength is not strong now, the Jiu Tian Sheng Tang is imprisoned by his strength, unable to exert his full strength, and the strength of Fujio will be under pressure, then what?

With the improvement of Wang Chen's strength, the strength of Teng Li and others will surely be restored.

At the time, he was a warrior in the hands of Wang Chen, a warrior enough to help Wang Chen sweep the Quartet.

What's more, Wang Chenxi can make Teng Li so simple and degenerate.

Death, sometimes just a result.

Death, sometimes a gift.

Obviously, Teng Li is not qualified to bear such a gift.

For Fujiwara, this is just the beginning, not the end.

"Ah... no..."

There is a suppression of the Holy Spirit. At this moment, Fujiwa mourns and squats.

He struggled hard, but it was so weak.

He can clearly feel that the body is out of control a little bit, he can feel that his memory is fading a little.

A belief in surrender began to infuse into his mind...

All this makes Teng Li feel endless despair.

Calling...

The wind whispers, the golden light shrouds, and the Sanskrit sounds.

This moment, within the nine-day sanctuary, a peaceful.

In the face of the mourning of Fujimori, Wang Chen did not change his face.

In his hands, one by one, one by one, pinched out.

Gradually, the wailing of Teng Li began to weaken.

Gradually, the Sanskrit became more and more shocking.

Hang...

It’s been a long time before I know how long it’s been. Finally, with a burst of golden light, the wailing sound disappears completely.

Holy, slowly dissipating.

In the envelope of the golden light, a Luohan appeared in the sight of Wang Chen.

Rohan homing.

Teng Li, the late pure Yang, or even the strongest of pure Yang Fengfeng, this is the enemy of Wang Chen who did not know how many years of the Fujita leader, this moment, into a part of Wang Chen's nine-day church.

He became a Luohan within the nine-day sanctuary of Wang Chen.

Call...

The breeze roars.

The one of the arhats is full of peace at the moment, completely unlike the previous vine.

He is full of sacred breath, as if the gods are descending.

It seems to feel the existence of Wang Chen. This Luohan nodded and bowed in the direction of Wang Chen.

After , he turned into a streamer and integrated into the nine-day church.

Call...

Until then, Wang Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

The mood is easier than ever.

Teng Li, the biggest enemy, is now turned into a Luohan, so that Wang Chen is more assured.

"Teng family, it’s your turn, now, just start."

Then the cold light flashed in the eyes, Wang Chen slowly raised his eyes, he murmured to himself.

The vine is gone, but the vine is still there.

There are many strong people in the Fuji family.

The battle outside the king city, this moment, is still continuing.

Everything is over.

"Withdraw."

Thinking of this, Wang Chen’s handprints are pinched out and the space is distorted.

Booming...

A burst of roar was instantly introduced into Wang Chen’s ear.

He returned to the battlefield outside the city.

Fighting, but it is still going on.

"Ah... Wang Chen... fight with me."

"Wang Chen, my Fuji family and you are not dead."

"Wang Chen..."

Looking at Wang Chen’s return, the people of the Fuji family are like wild beasts at the moment.

He shouted loudly and madly.

They want to cross the block of Han Tianyi and Han Yuxuan and want to go with Wang Chen.

Wang Chen returned, and the corporal ancestor disappeared without a trace. What does this mean?

I don’t need much thought, I know the result.

The ancestor of the vines fell, and he really fell, and even the bones were not left. Wang Chen let the vines of the vines annihilate...

Getting this result, everyone in the Fuji family feels that the sky is falling.

Their reason, this moment disappears, the anger in their hearts, the endless burning at the moment.

"A group of ants."

Looking at this scene, Wang Chen’s look did not change at all.

The cold and scream of disdain, Wang Chen directly transferred his eyes to Han Tianyi and Han Yuxuan.

Looking at these two people, Wang Chen’s eyes are a bit complicated.

Especially watching Han Yuxuan.

Know that Wang Chen was disappointed when he saw Han Yuxuan standing in the Fuji family and the war camp.

Although, the Korean family did too much for themselves, but Wang Chen never hated Han Yuxuan.

But, just before, at that moment, Wang Chen had a bit of hatred for Han Yuxuan.

Even, at that moment, Wang Chen felt that he knew it.

Because, before this, Wang Chen’s attitude towards Han Yuxuan was complicated.

Because he doesn't know how to face Han Yuxuan.

But, at that moment, Wang Chen was free.

In the future, it is the enemy. From that moment on, Han Yuxuan, and his Wang Chen, have no connection at all. Some of them are only hostile.

Just, what Wang Chen didn’t think was that Han Yuxuan at the moment was a shot.

The object she shot was actually the Fuji family and the warrior.

This makes Wang Chen's heart not complicated.

"Ah..."

When Wang Chen was deeply involved in complex emotions, a scream of screams came at this moment.

A pure mid-term strong man of the warrior was torn by Wang Yan at the moment.

The counterattack belonging to Wang Yan is also coming.

Hang...

In another direction, the blood is full of fog.

At this moment, Haotian and the wild ancestors, almost at the same time, will be the devil of the devil and the strong master of the Fuji family.

The defeat is like a mountain.

The destruction of the vines makes the scene completely reversed.

The Wang family, who took advantage of the moment, and began the harvest that belonged to them.

"Not good... Escape..."

"No... I admit defeat... I surrender... Don't kill me."

In the field, gradually, a burst of exclamations and screams began to come.

The fall of one strong man, the vine family, the warrior, the Han family, and many family warriors are afraid.

How the situation is at the moment, they see too clearly.

Failed.

No hope.

Yes, this time, the king of the coffin, they once again ended in failure.

This time, they still have no hope.

Flee.

This thought is filled with the hearts of everyone.

You must escape. Otherwise, they will all be the targets of the royal family. They will all fall into the anger of the royal family.

There are no counterattacks and resistances at the moment.

Under this idea, a figure, at this moment, rushing in all directions.

If you can't escape, maybe it's okay, but this escape is to let these people fall into hell.

The complete massacre, accompanied by the escape of these people, instantly opened the curtain.

The march of death, played.

The sickle of death, everywhere.

Booming...

The roaring sounds one after another.

Flesh flies, blood is floating.

The whole world was dyed red.

The endless soul, this moment is crying, mourning.

The trend of the Wang family is already unstoppable.

Teng family, warrior, Han family... All the families, at this moment, broke into endless death and fear.

Icy, filled with water in their hearts, filled with this world.