Supreme Martial Dao

The sudden eruption between the nine sons made Wang Chen suffocate and let Wang Chen fall into desperation.

Everything has been done before, as if it was already in vain.

Thinking of this, Wang Chen’s heart is even more secretly complaining.

"Bastard."

Wang Chen couldn't help but scream.

Now, relying on yourself, it is inevitable that you can't resist the nine sons.

I didn’t expect that Jiuzi would be so crazy and so decisive, which made Wang Chen be caught off guard.

"Try it."

A deep breath, facing the endless crisis, Wang Chen looked gloomy and sullen.

In his eyes, there was a decisive and crazy look at the moment.

There is only one way, and that is the last stroke.

Wang Chen thought of the wooden box that the dance snow gave to himself.

In the box, the closed soul is the remnant of the mighty king, and it seems that the **** king left behind his back to resurrect, which is no longer a description of the soul.

This thing is too dangerous.

In the wild space, the king of the cave, how many strong people fell into it, for the sacrifice of the king of the gods.

Wang Chen can't control this thing now. Otherwise, it may be closed. If it can be controlled, I am afraid that Wang Chen has already begun refining.

The present Wang Chen, who is surrounded by the remnants of the three kings of God, can refine the soul of this god, and the strength will be raised to a certain degree.

I am afraid, facing the nine sons, Wang Chen will certainly be able to win.

However, today it’s just a mirror.

Before there is no absolute strength, he can't use this thing rashly, and Wang Chen will not be willing to use it.

One is not good, it is the end of the dead.

But now, Wang Chen has a choice.

Or wait to be killed by the Nine Sons, or let go.

The slogans and mantras that Wu Qingxue handed over to himself may also help him control a short period of time.

But this is only a short moment, and it takes a lot of risk.

Just, the only way Wang Chen can think of is this.

"Give me out."

Thinking of this, Wang Chen no longer hesitates.

There is no death in the horizontal and vertical. If it is not fighting, there must be no hope. However, if it is spelled out, there may be a glimmer of hope.

When the wrist is shaking, the wooden box appears in Wang Chen’s hand.

Afterwards, Wang Chen reminded me of the last energy of the whole body, and the hands were constantly pinching out a complicated mark, and the mouth was a chanting spell.

I don’t know the mantra and the inscription that was passed down from time to time. With the progress of Wang Chen, an energy seems to be born from Wang Chen’s body.

It is a kind of energy that Wang Chen can't tell the feeling, as if with endless cold, colder than hell, and as if with endless warmth, warmer than heaven.

As that energy spread throughout the body, it finally began to madly devour the energy of Wang Chen.

Calling...

It’s just a blink of an eye, and that energy seems to have formed a huge vortex in Wang Chen’s body.

The boundless vortex is like a black hole, endlessly absorbing the energy of Wang Chen's body.

A moment's work, the remaining energy in Wang Chen seems to be absorbed.

Until Wang Chen’s body was almost empty and no energy, the strange rune was born in Wang Chen’s body.

"Go,~"

Strongly stunned and covered in pain, watching the nine sons who had already fallen back, Wang Chen loudly.

Hang...

When the wrist trembled, a brewed rune was suddenly born out of Wang Chen’s body.

In the slamming sound, the rune was instantly enlarged, with the momentum of whistling, into the wooden box.

In a flash, red light bursts, and a horrible atmosphere rises to the sky.

"Hey, Wang Chen, I still want to be dying, I don't think about it."

Looking at Wang Chen’s hand, a group of red light blasted, and Jiugong’s mouth was sneer.

Wang Chen, do you still want to be dying now? Think more.

Today, no matter what Wang Chen does, it is a dead end.

The current dying struggle is useless.

"Give me death, hahaha..."

Thinking of this, the nine sons squinted and shouted loudly.

The laughter is even more harsh.

"Death."

Looking at the nine sons in the smirk, Wang Chen flashed a hint of coldness in his eyes.

If you want to let yourself die, then look at the skills of the nine sons.

Whoever died and who is still unclear.

"Give me."

When the red light in his hand reached the limit, Wang Chen suddenly burst into a loud voice.

Hang...

In the moment when Jigongzi looked at Wang Chen’s face, a roar came.

咔擦...

Between the faint, crisp sounds, the closed wooden box slowly opens.

A group of red light sky, a strange light ball slowly emerged.

Booming...

In the moment when this group of red light appeared, the hit of the nine sons, the bang of the bang.

Soon, the nine sons collided with this group of red light.

"No...how could it..."

A horrified voice came.

At the moment of the collision, the smirk on the face of Jigongzi disappeared and replaced with endless fear.

What happened, what happened.

A single blow, as if sinking into the sea, can't turn the slightest wind.

Know that this strike is a full blow of Jiugongzi, and even he burned his true yuan and blood.

How powerful is the blow in such a situation.

However, it is now blocked by the red light of this group.

Even...

"No..."

As if something was terrified, the nine sons were exclaimed.

Hang...

Soon, the horror was covered up by the roar.

噗嗤...

A stream of blood spurted out, and the whole person of Jiugongzi seemed to have broken the kite in the line, and flew out.

The blood is floating, like a **** mist, filling the world.

Flesh flies up, and the nine sons are turned into human beings.

He seems to have suffered an unimaginable shock, as if he had suffered an unparalleled blow.

Only one click, it is to let the nine sons break the bones and don’t know how much.

"Little ants, not self-reliant."

Until the fall of Jiugongzi’s squatting on the ground, there was a cold noise.

蝼 ants, can't be hit.

The words are full of contempt and disdain.

Strong as a nine son, before this group of red light, it is no different.

"I regained my freedom, hahaha... Now, let you be my first sacrifice, dare to provoke my majesty, I want you to die."

The sound of hoarseness came again, with crazy laughter.

哗...

The red light tears the sky, passes through the endless broken void, and goes straight to the nine sons.

"No... No... It’s you... It’s you, ah... Wang Chen, you are crazy, you actually let him out, you are crazy, we will all die.”

The red light rushed to the face. At this moment, the nine sons finally began to fear.

He recognized it.

Don't tear the general pain, his eyes turned into a look of endless panic.

This group of red light, how familiar.

It is the terrible existence of the gods and caves in the wild space.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chen actually released him.

A fear suddenly rises from the heart of Jiugongzi.

Icy cold, as if I felt endless cold.

How horrible the ball of light in front of you, the nine sons are too clear.

As if he saw the **** and cruel scene of the day in the Shenwang Dongfu.

The boundless blood is floating, and the endless strong man is fallen.

That is simply **** on earth.

This red ball of light cannot be resisted at all.

At this moment, Jigongzi’s crazy roar.

Wang Chen, he hated Wang Chen.

"Hey, die, that's how you die first."

Looking at the flustered appearance of the nine sons, Wang Chen is a sneer in the corner of his mouth.

The nine sons are nervous and anxious.

Death.

Wang Chen does not think so.

At the very least, he released the red ball of light. He still has hope, but he has no hope for the nine sons.

In the face of the red ball of light, the nine sons will die.

How can this be crazy?

Thinking of this, Wang Chen exited the kilometer and stood idly by.

Calling...

The wind is whistling.

In the roar of the nine sons, the red ball of light flashed, and it rushed to the front of the nine sons.

"No..."

There is no room for the nine sons to struggle and avoid.

The red ball of light is in a moment, it is to cover the nine sons.

The blood is floating, and the flesh and blood begin to dry at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In front of the red ball of light, the nine sons are simply vulnerable.

"No... Don't... spare me, don't kill me, spare me..."

Life is rushing.

Under the endless horror, the nine sons sighed loudly.

Unprecedented fear, an unprecedented sense of powerlessness spread throughout the body.

Even in the face of the three sons, the nine sons have not been so weak.

But now...

"Raise me, Wang Chen, spare me, I will not kill you, I am willing to surrender..."

Looking at Wang Chen, who was watching in the distance, the nine sons seemed to have caught the straw and shouted loudly.

At this moment, he is willing to let go of hatred with Wang Chen.

Even, Jiugongzi has already begun to regret.

If there is a regret in the world, I believe that Jiuzi will buy and use it at all costs.

If there is still a chance, killing the nine sons is not willing to come and provoke Wang Chen this madman.

Wang Chen is a madman, he is desperate.

He actually wants to go with himself.

Who can think that Wang Chen will release this red ball of light.

This is simply the end of destruction.

If you can, Jiuzi is more willing to violate the requirements of the three sons, he would rather escape far.

In the face of the three sons, there may be a little hope of escaping the nine sons. Even if it is desperate, there is time to cushion.

And now...

Thinking of this, Jiugongzi is crying, and he has no chance to regret it.

The passage of life, the strength seems to disappear a little, the nine sons lowered their heads weakly, he seems to have become another person, skinny skinny.

The pleading screams and screams in the mouth, at this moment, are also becoming very small, turning into a muttering slang...

A breath of death, completely wrapped in nine sons.

The rest, only the big laughter from the red ball.