Supreme Martial Dao

Hang...

The world's giant earthquake, the nine-day sacred church, this moment violently shaking, endless cracks permeate.

On the top of the Kunming Ding, Wan Qingguang is now rushing to the sky to become an endless dragon.

Booming...

狠狠 狠狠 tremble, that is already big enough to know the geometry of the Kun Ding Ding, this moment in the trembling into a stream of light toward the suppression of the scoring elders of the sun.

"This..."

Feeling the horror of this horror, the great elders of the Sun Yat-sen who are entangled with the Taikoo spirits have changed dramatically, revealing a faint look.

The energy contained in this Kun Ding Ding made him tremble from the heart, and that fear went deep into the bone marrow.

"What the **** is this, I have never heard of it."

This Elder Sun Zong can't imagine that Wang Chen's hands still hide such a deadly magic weapon.

At this moment, Qiankun Ding sacrificed, the mountains and rivers were turbulent, the sun and the moon were eclipsed, and the heavens and the earth were stunned.

This momentum has enabled the Sun Yat-Sen elders to know the horror of Kuang Kun Ding.

"No, you don't want to kill me."

The fear of death permeated the body of the great elders of the sun, and finally turned into an unwilling roar.

He is not going to blow up the money.

This turned out to be a burning magic.

If it is not a last resort, he will not choose to do so. At this level, he is forced to enter this position, and it is already dying.

This means that he is not expected to step into the pure yang environment in the future. This means that he is self-defeating.

But, then, how is it, if it is dead, then there is nothing left.

So, he must live, even if it burns magic.

Hang...

The magical burning, a black flame burst out from the body of the great elders of the sun, breaking the sacred imprisonment and instantly breaking the law.

He did this because he could feel that if he didn’t do this, he would have no flesh and blood under him.

"Bastard, go to hell."

The roaring sounds like a heartbreaker.

The opportunity to step into the pure sun is broken, which makes the Sun Yat-Sen elders crazy.

Because, he is very clear, with his talent, with his current age, if he can recapture the dragon fruit, then stepping into the pure sun is just around the corner.

But now, all hope is gone.

The peak, for every military, is how important.

There is no hope, that is despair.

Because of despair, it is going to be destroyed. He wants to destroy everything and kill thousands of souls. Only then can he calm the resentment in his heart and be able to vent his suffocation.

Hundreds of years of cultivation, destroyed.

"Death."

Under a roar, the body is burning with anger.

In the black flame, this celestial emperor holds the soul-burning flame beads.

Hang...

The flames are full of fire, inspiring the power of the Soul Eater.

The black flame instantly spreads into the sea of ​​fire and burns the entire nine-day church.

Ah...

Between the vagueness, the screams came, and under this trick, he actually burned all the arhats near him.

These Luohans are now burned clean and flesh-and-blooded into nothingness, and they have no hope of surviving.

This is Wang Han’s expense of not knowing how much effort to get together.

The golden light is a little bit, and in the flames, the Luohans gradually disappear.

The Taikoo spirits screamed fiercely, he twisted and struggled, but he could not avoid the fate of being burned.

In the end, it turned into a glory and did not enter the heavens to seek refuge.

Tiangu Yingling, defeated.

Rohan, off.

The soul of the soul-splitting flames, the power displayed in the hands of the elders of the sun, is absolutely terrifying.

"Take me away, Wang Chen, don't crush you today, I don't swear."

The eyes are red, like a devil. After burning the Luohan and Taikoo Yingling to get rid of the bondage, this Liezong elders roared, and they turned their heads toward the suppression.

His eyes flashed crazy light: "I hope that pure yang, then I will accept your tripod. If there is him, I will only be a perfect man, so how can it be comparable to ordinary yang." /

A big bang, turned into a fire dragon, and the great elders of the celestial sun rushed straight to the hurdles.

He, fight.

Although there is no hope of pure sun, if this big trip can be conquered, then you can get a little compensation.

Hang...

Black dragon impact, Da Ding vibration.

The black flames in the blink of an eye are covered by Qiankun Ding.

Calling...

In the whistling wind, the black flames burned, oh, the raging roar of the great elders of the sun.

"No...how is it possible, you..."

It’s just, very soon, it’s the screams of the elders of the sun.

There was no stopping for the flames.

Under the horrible power, upon contact, the entire elder of the Liege Emperor was smashed out like a cannonball.

The flesh and blood are all over the sky, and the blood is filled with rain.

Senran white bones, began to show.

Qiankun Ding's power is infinitely violent, and the infinite power is the ability of manpower to resist. At the very least, today's Lie Zongda elders can't do it.

He was bombarded and killed and killed.

The white bones of the whole body are exposed, and the boundless pain makes him even more exhaustive.

"Booming..."

Containing Qiankun, shocking the world, after the Kunkun Ding meal, once again against the Senran white bones.

At the same time, Dingkou opened at the moment, and the boundless chaos was filled with air.

A strand of stock lingering in the air, wrapped.

Ding is even more powerful.

In that suction, the elders of the celestial sects only felt that their souls had been swallowed up and absorbed without being controlled.

As if before this Kun Ding, he was the ants, even if it was burning magic, it was useless.

"Ah... no, I don't believe it, give me a burn, burn, burn... burn the soul mark."

Looking at his own soul, he was pulled out a little bit, and watched the big Ding repressed again. The flesh and blood fluttered, the bones trembled, and the elders of the sunday snarled with a hoarse voice.

The Soul Eater Flame Beads were sent to the extreme by Cui, and even exploded.

The boundless flames merged with the magical spirit and covered it over and over again.

Burning, endless.

Even if it is dead, the elders of the sunday sect will also take Wang Chen together.

He wants to burn the soul of Wang Chen.

The situation has turned sharply. This result is already unacceptable. Now it is facing a dead end. The last episode of the elders of Liezong has erupted.

Hang...

The flames burst, the endless fire dragons entangled, the dragons and whistles creaked, and the blue light continued.

"No... what the **** is going on here, there is no soul, soul, your soul, how can this be..."

But, the more desperate thing is in the next moment.

Even if you want to die with it, this Liezong elder is still feeling desperate.

Because he found out that he was actually unable to do his face.

There is no such thing as the soul of Wang Chen, and there is no soul that is integrated into Wang Chen.

There is no soul at all to burn.

This big trip, Wang Chen is not controlled by the soul, which is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

What magic weapon can be so powerful without the control of the spirit.

In the past, in desperation, the elders of the Sun Yat-sen who wanted to die together even held a glimmer of hope.

If it is possible to burn the soul of Wang Chen, this trip will inevitably lose its brilliance, without power, and he can even leave a life, thus reversing Wang Chen.

But the current discovery is to make him completely hopeless.

Not only can't keep the last hope, even the same can not be done, Wang Chen points no harm.

嗡...

In the midst of despair and fear, the great elders of the Lie Zongzong even saw that the Kun Ding Ding was just a shock, that is, the thousands of black dragons shrouded in it.

The flames burst and flew everywhere.

"Calling..."

Under the suction, the black flames that were shaken were all absorbed into Dading.

Daling, at this time it is a black hole, endless, and bottomless.

The black flames were swallowed up in the blink of an eye and there was no trace.

In the screams, the spirit of the great elders of the Lie Zong, but also began to fly into the Kunlun Ding, and finally turned into invisible, screams stopped.

Hang...

Daling for a while, it fell steadily on the ground.

The sacred bones of the great elders of the Lie Zong, at this moment, are turned into endless powders, which drift with the wind.

He, dead, dead face **** is not left.

Under the Qiankun Ding, the elders of the Lie Zongzong were not only killed by Wang Chen, but also suppressed, but disappeared with the wind and disappeared.

After the kilometer, watching this scene, even Wang Chen is stunned.

He can feel the power of Qiankun Ding is huge, even if it is not refined.

Because of this, Wang Chen chose to use the Qiankun Dingzhen to kill the powerful and elders of the Sun Yat-Sen.

But, he never thought it would be the result.

Flesh flies, white bones become gray, souls swallow, return to chaos.

乾坤鼎,镇天地, is killing thousands.

Indulge in a cold air and watch the Kunlun Ding quietly falling on the ground. Wang Chen looks strange.

Everything is quiet.

It’s over, it’s so sudden, so shocking, it’s so heavy.

The elders of Lie Zong died, but Wang Chen’s mood was heavy and exciting.

The heavy result is that Wang Chen is shocked, and the excitement is the power displayed by Dading. Let Wang Chen see that if he refines this tripod, he will be the meritorious deed.

The collapse of the whole body, but also let Wang Chen could not help but secretly feel.

This Kun Ding, now Wang Chen, can only be thrown at most once, if it encounters a stronger warrior, in the peak period, perhaps by speed rushing thousands of miles, it will not be shocked by Qiankun.

Now, there are too many problems with Kun Kunding, which has not yet been refining.

"Receive."

After a long time, Wang Chen slowly got up and swallowed a returning Yuandan. He came to the edge of Qiankun Ding and took back Qiankun Ding.

A black ball was dropped on the ground.

Under the 乾坤鼎, only this thing can be completely preserved.

"The soul of the souls, from now on, I am your master."

Holding this black bead, Wang Chen murmured, his wrist turned over, he threw the ball into the storage space, then slowly exhaled, then opened The field, return to the drug valley.