Wu Po Jiuxiao

City of Gods!

It is still the appearance of the glory released, the complete light is constantly surging, everywhere is the scene of the dragon of light flying, and the tiger of light lying down.

A vast aura is bursting out crazily. This is the fluctuation released by all the powerful descendants of the gods swallowing the sun and moon and refining the light from the inside of the city of gods.

Under the light, all darkness will become a place of evil.

Where there is light, there will be darkness, and there will be collisions between the two!

In a remote part of the city of gods, rows of buildings appeared there, and these buildings were extremely old and even dilapidated.

The tallest building is only more than two meters high, and the surrounding piles are mostly dry grass. As for the buildings made of rocks, there are very few buildings. Even if there are, they are only slightly piled up. Together, but this accumulation seems to have been subjected to endless torture, with traces everywhere, and there is no possibility of habitability.

Don't say it's living, even if it's going to shelter from the wind and rain, it's definitely considered very reluctant.

The people who live here almost have a weak appearance, especially those young people. They have a slight emptiness on their bodies, and even walk around as if they are sleepwalking. There is no power at all.

There are about a thousand people living here, but this place with thousands of people lives in an extremely small space, like a group of ants.

The saddest thing is that in the eyes of these people, there is no god, no life at all, as if the soul of the whole person has been saved.

The dark bodies of many men trembled unceasingly, as if they had gone through a great test.

"Clang clang..."

A sharp grinding sound slowly began to appear.

I saw an old man rubbing a dilapidated broken blade with a lot of rust on a huge blue boulder.

This broken blade is about three feet long, like a dagger, the rust on it has covered the entire broken blade, and even the handle is covered by blue-black rust, don't It is said that there is friction, even if you want to really temper it, you need to spend some effort.

"Old Broken Blade, what time is this, you still have the heart to sharpen your old Broken Blade!"

A hunchbacked old man with an inexplicable aura on his face looked at the person who was rubbing the broken blade, and said slowly.

"Turn it on, at least you can know that you used to exist in the past, and you can remind me that that memory once existed, and my blood...is not cold yet!"

The voice resounded slowly. There was a kind of unwillingness in the old man's voice, and it seemed to have a vague domineering air.

"Yeah, the blood is not cold, but what can we do? What else can we do with our power? Now here, our power is under strong suppression, without the protection of hell, and without the protection of the Prison Emperor!" , we can't exert our true strength, and we can't even protect our descendants..." The face of the stooped old man showed a touch of madness and anger, as if he had been suppressed by boundless, that rare anger once again burst out.

"Old miscellaneous hair, what kind of anger are you making? The Prison Emperor has already expended all his strength to let us leave. I believe that people from hell will always appear, and our people will come back again." Make a move, kill this endless light, let this group of miscellaneous hairs see how powerful we are..." Old Duan Dao's mouth was full of domineering, although his body was already old, but the domineering tone in that tone The air is still sharp.

The blood is not cold, and the heart is not cold!

"Hahaha..." A burst of arrogant laughter suddenly appeared.

A group of people came roaringly on the horse of the God of Light, and the leader was wearing the armor of the God of Light that shone with divine light, and a sword of the God of Light behind him.

There were no more than a hundred people in this group, but every one of them was filled with aura of glory, as if the whole person was bathed in the splendor of light.

The eyes are scorching, extremely sharp and terrifying.

"Damn it, the descendants of this group of birdmen have appeared again..." the old miscellaneous roared frantically, and the blood-red light in his eyes flickered.

"Pa... hold back, old bastard, you have to know, these guys are powerful and terrifying, our people don't make a move at this time, otherwise, future generations will face a catastrophe." The knife made a sudden move and grabbed the old miscellaneous hair.

"Fart, old man, although we are alive now, we are already decadent, and there is no way to survive. Sooner or later, we will all die. Once we die, let me ask, what our descendants will face What a miserable scene, it's better to go out now, as long as we go out, we still have a chance to find the former hell creatures!" The old miscellaneous hair's face became extremely ferocious.

"Really? Do you think we can rush out?" Old Duan Dao said with a wry smile.

"A dignified general, to be so decadent, you dare to tell me that your blood is not cold!"

The old miscellaneous roared angrily.

Although these words were angry and crazy, but Lao Duandao was speechless, he just looked at the group of people in the void with anger.

"Hahaha... Ants are just ants, the place where they live is so low..."

The leader shouted loudly.

"Ah ah ah..."

There were bursts of painful moaning sounds.

The moment they landed, everyone discovered that the young man was actually holding a dark woman on top of the light horse.

This woman has many magic lines on her body. Although her delicate body is a little rough, her figure is quite attractive. There is a painful expression on her slightly immature face. This young man is rampaging deep in her body, There was no look of pity at all, and every sprint would bring a burst of pain.

On the woman's tender body, a magic seal is quite clear, it is a trace of a strange spider entanglement, and the magic light on it is shining poignantly but with a strong charm.

The other party's face was a little immature, and he looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old. At this time, there was a look of pain on that delicate and pretty face, which was incomparably poignant.

"The people of the Dark Demon Spider Clan, this group of damn beasts, the descendants of that group of bird people are all good things."

Old Broken Knife roared in a low voice.

His body was trembling with boundless anger. If he didn't have the opportunity, he would definitely kill him. However, not only their descendants live in this area, but also other dark creatures .

This dark demon spider family is one of them.

Most of the women of this race are charming. Although their skin is slightly rough, it does not prevent the people from the City of Gods from plundering, but they are not from the old Duan Dao lineage. If they rush forward, the loss outweighs the gain.

"Hahaha... This woman of the Dark Demon Spider Clan is wonderful. Although her skin is not good, this kind of strong strength and compactness is absolutely rare." The young man laughed wildly.

"Yes, you can find a lot of goods every time you plunder." "Master Shenshi is mighty, conquer this group of despicable races."

"Hahaha... This group of humble existence is an eyesore." The group laughed wildly.

Their identities are the guards of the city of gods, and the leading gods are disciples of the royal family in the city of gods, descendants of gods, with noble blood.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." The voice of **** suddenly increased, and suddenly the young man made a violent movement, and in the next moment, after the scream of the beautiful dark spider girl, the body immediately moved Tightened, then stiffened.

With the strength of this young man, the other party naturally has no way to cater to the other party, and can only end up in the point of death.

"Damn beast!"

The hell creatures here all showed angry expressions.

"Yo... isn't this the unknown dark creature?"

The young man suddenly yelled at a group of creatures from hell. Old Duan Dao and the others had existed for too long, but they had no racial markings, as if they were a group of wandering creatures.

"That's right, Lord Shenshi, this group of humble existences here have existed for a long time. They seem to exist like bedbugs. It is really a miracle that they have not perished until now."

A group of people behind echoed loudly.

"Humph……"

Old Duan Dao and Old Miscellaneous Mao snorted coldly, such a strong humiliation made it unbearable for them.

"Yo, this woman is not bad." Suddenly, the divine eyes moved, and she looked in one direction suddenly.

There, a young woman with a good figure came into his sight. This is a woman who looks 35 or [-] years old. She has fair skin and a pretty face, especially the style of the other party is a girl. incomparable.

It seems that because of the oppression of life, the woman's delicate face carries a kind of great perseverance, which makes people feel a sense of conquest.

"Beauty, come here... I am a god, a descendant of a great god, a noble blood of a god."

The palm of God's style moved slightly, and a terrifying energy suddenly rolled up.

"brush……"

An afterimage suddenly appeared, and a simple and honest young man shot suddenly. The young man looked very simple and honest, his pair of eyes seemed to be a little dull, as if his brain was not flexible enough, but his movements were extremely tyrannical and swift Suddenly, there was a gust of violent wind, and he rushed towards this divine form suddenly, the dagger in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, very tricky.

"court death!"

God-style movements moved slightly, and there was a cruel cold voice in his mouth, and he quickly waved his hand towards the young man.

"Pong!"

The young man's body was thrown into the air by heavy blows.

"Snapped!"

The god-like movement moved again, and immediately grabbed the young man's neck, his golden eyes were like swords like knives, with an astonishing light:

"How courageous, you dare to go against me!" Papapa...

An astonishing cracking sound began to appear, and it was obvious that the young man's neck was about to be crushed.

"Damn it, kill it!"

The old miscellaneous hair finally couldn't help roaring.

The blood of his physical body gushes out, moving the clouds in the ten directions.

"Kill!"

The old Duan Dao seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, and he swung the Duan Dao in his hand fiercely, tearing apart a laughing God City warrior and slashing at him, severing his neck with a single blow.

"Hmph... suppress this group of ants for me!"

With a cruel look on Shenshi's face, he roared frantically.

"Boom..." Xiaguang shook, the world shook, and a thunderous voice suddenly appeared.

Immediately, everything was silent, and the sky and the earth were one color. At this moment, a strong breath began to spread slowly, and the faces of Lao Duandao and others showed expressions of disbelief and surprise.

Suddenly, from above the sky, a voice full of bloodthirsty and madness came down: "My disciple... you dare to move!"