Supreme Martial Dao

Fujiwara, completely collapsed.

He couldn't imagine how he would be a result if he really thought what he wanted.

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.

puppet.

That's right, it's awkward.

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.

Moreover, in the field of Wang Chen, Fujiwa went.

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 asked for one death.

At this moment, Teng Li only wanted 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 to be swayed by Wang Chen, the fate is self-evident.

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

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

This is not enough to explain everything.

In particular, the battlefield is about to close now.

Wang Chen is planning to thoroughly liquidate the Fuji family and the warriors before the battlefield is closed.

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

However, plus Wang Chen's blood heritage.

True God heritage.

This identity is enough.

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

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

Moreover, with the return of the true God heritage, 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.

At that time, 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 shudder.

He is afraid.

"Nine-day church."

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

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

Oh...

With one by one, the nine-day church was opened by Wang Chen.

Space distortion, the next moment, Wang Chen and Teng Li appeared in a large palace.

"Holy suppression."

Today, this palace, Wang Chen did not hesitate to directly display the holy suppression.

That's right.

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

A pure late stage, 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 though Wang Chen’s strength is not strong now, the Jiutian Holy Church is imprisoned by his strength, unable to exert his full strength, and the strength of Fujimori will be under pressure, so what?

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

At that 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 is sometimes just a result.

Death is sometimes a gift.

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

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

"Oh no……"

At the moment, the sorrow and sorrow of the sorrowful sorrow.

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 of this made Teng Li feel endless despair.

Whistling...

The wind whistling, the golden light shrouded, and the Sanskrit sounded.

At this moment, within the nine-day sanctuary, there is a peace.

Faced with 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 the vines began to weaken.

Gradually, the Sanskrit became more and more shocked.

boom……

After a long time, I didn’t know how long it was. Finally, with a burst of golden light, the wailing sound disappeared completely.

Holy spirit, slowly dispersed.

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

Luo Han returned to his place.

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 roared.

That Luohan, at this moment, is full of peace and harmony, completely unlike the previous vine.

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

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

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

call……

Until then, Wang Chen exhaled a breath.

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 the beginning."

Then, in the eyes of the cold flashing, Wang Chen slowly raised his eyes, he muttered to himself.

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

Within the Fuji family, there are many strong people.

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

Everything is over.

"withdraw."

Thinking of this, Wang Chen handprinted out and the space was distorted.

Booming...

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

He returned to the battlefield outside the city.

The battle is still going on at the moment.

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

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

"Wang Chen..."

Seeing that Wang Chen is coming back, those who are at the Fuji family are like wild beasts at this 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.

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

I don’t need much to think about it, 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...

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

Their reason, this moment disappeared, 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.

With a cold cry, Wang Chen directly transferred his eyes to Han Tianyi and Han Yuxuan.

Looking at these two people, Wang Chen's eyes have a bit of complexity.

Especially watching Han Yuxuan.

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

Although the Han family did too much for himself, Wang Chen never hated Han Yuxuan.

However, just before that, Wang Chen had a bit of hatred for Han Yuxuan.

Even, at that moment, Wang Chen felt that she understood it.

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

Because, he does not know how to face Han Yuxuan.

However, at that moment, Wang Chen was free.

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

However, what Wang Chen did not expect 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.

"what……"

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.

boom……

In another direction, the blood is filled.

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 of the army is like a mountain.

The destruction of the vines made the scene completely reversed.

The Wang family, in an instant, took advantage of it 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 Fuji, the warrior, the Han family, and many family warriors are afraid.

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

Failed.

No hope.

That's right, this time, the king of the coffin, they once again ended in failure.

This time, they still have no hope.

escape.

This thought is filled with the hearts of everyone.

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

At this moment, they have no power to fight back and resist.

Under such an 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 is played.

The sickle of death is everywhere.

Booming...

The roaring sounds one after another.

The flesh and blood fluttered, and the blood was floating.

The whole world was dyed red.

Endless soul, this moment is crying, mourning.

The momentum of the Wang family is already unstoppable.

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

Cold, filled in their hearts, filled with this piece of heaven and earth.