Six Gods

Chapter 103 I Am!Immortal King!
With a heavy stomp on the ground, countless twisted and twisted cracks split open instantly on the ground, and a faint dark green aura floated out from the cracks, spreading slowly and firmly towards the surroundings, and the unspeakable wind of death began to howl!

The territory of the corpse king!open!
"Go away!" Looking at the Immortal Corpse King in front of him, Pei Ziming snorted angrily, his sharp wolf claws screamed, and the huge force enough to tear such a huge mountain fell down on his head!
With a lightning bolt in his heart and thunder in his hands, he raised his hand to block Pei Ziming's sharp claws in an instant, and Xiang Yuan hit him in the face with an iron fist with his backhand.

Being beaten, he staggered and almost sat on the ground. Pei Ziming roared furiously, and a cloud of dark blue frost quickly accumulated in his mouth, emitting a dazzling light!

On the other hand, Pei Zihai cut his arm, and strangely smeared his demonic blood on the void in front of him!
Big cold wave!
Yin fire breath!

The dark blue frost flow collided with the red-black yin fire straightly, and the sound of roaring explosions came from the core position continuously.

Is this the only ability? !
The corners of his mouth were raised, and Xiang Yuan, who was in the corpse king form, showed a crazy and cold smile
I don't know if it's the power in the form of the corpse king that distorted Xiang Yuan's psychology. Whenever he transforms into the immortal corpse king, he always shows such a chilling smile!

He didn't even realize this!
Suddenly increasing the strength of Yinhuo's breath, the red-black Yinhuo flames began to quickly turn into pure black flames, and the temperature of the flames soared crazily.

The black fire that swallowed everything and turned it into fuel suddenly rushed towards Pei Ziming along the dark blue frost flow.

His eyes widened, Pei Ziming couldn't believe that someone could overwhelm the Shuangliu of his Pei family so violently.

The terrifying black fire surged up suddenly, and without the resistance of the frost flow, the flame became completely unbridled, and it seemed that there was a vague figure roaring inside!

Dodging the burning of the black fire in embarrassment, Pei Ziming jumped forward on all fours. He wanted to fight Xiang Yuan in close quarters, not giving him a chance to breathe out the black fire.

Looking at Pei Ziming who rushed forward in astonishment, Xiang Yuan was unexpected.

Just wait to be torn apart by my claws!

The scarlet tongue licked his lips, and Xiang Yuan's "terrified" expression was reflected in his pupils. Pei Ziming could almost feel Xiang Yuan's flesh and blood being torn apart by him!

thump—

The knee cannon blasted by the ring-shaped air wave woke Pei Ziming out of his beautiful imagination, his face was twisted to the extreme, before he could react.

Nightmare is here!

"I beat, beat, beat, beat!"

With full firepower, Xiang Yuan laughed wildly. At this moment, his arms were like machine guns spewing out flames. The extremely fast fist speed caused the fists to rub against the air, and a dazzling flame erupted.

Fist, palm, elbow, knee... all my fighting skills were unsparingly vented on Pei Ziming's body, hitting him flying all over the sky!
Xiang Yuan let out a suppressed low smile.

"Hehehe, are you happy? Answer me, are you happy? Answer me!"

"The taste of being slaughtered, cool! No! Cool!"

Muscles stretched all over his body, and he yelled at Yuan Yuan. The rolling sound waves shook the surrounding fields, and his arms were wrapped with a transparent energy like a dragon and snake. After the alchemy state, his control over power became even more terrifying. generally.

Holding a heavy hammer with both hands, like a gigantic demon god, the hammer that struck down broke through the terrifying sonic boom, and continuously bombarded Pei Ziming's body with desperate force, causing the ground to tremble wildly every time.

Tirelessly smashing down the hammer again and again, ten seconds later, Xiang Yuan straightened up, brewing a black fire in his mouth and preparing to roast all the wolves.

Pei Zihai, who had been smearing the void with his own demon blood, suddenly roared: "Demon spell, wolf tide shadow!"

The traces of demonic blood distorted and spread in the void slowly seeped into the unknown space, and in return, there was a shock coming from nowhere!
ahh-

Accompanied by a loud and lengthy howl of wolves, countless giant wolves with pitch-black bodies, only a pair of wolf eyes shining bloodthirsty red, galloped out of the endless void!

The number of wolves was huge. In just a few tens of seconds, thousands of dark and ferocious giant wolves appeared surgingly!

Facing the hordes of wolves galloping and stretching for hundreds of meters, all members of the Silver Cult showed fear on their faces.

There are too many wolves, thousands of pitch-black giant wolves, each of which is bigger than a full-grown bull.

The ground was constantly shaken by the trampling of these wolves, not to mention the people besieged by them.

"Didn't you say that the two Pei family members in the sixth level of blood refinement are all practicing Zimai? Why is there one who is Shuzimai!" With a gloomy and heavy breath, Yaomu asked the burial tree beside him.

With a smile on his lips, Zong Mu crossed his arms and didn't care about Yao Mu's cold questioning tone: "Ask me? I didn't send the information. Besides, who can guarantee that the Pei family will not change people temporarily."

There is no verbal dispute with Zanmu, and Yaomu will go to support Xiang Yuan on a whim.

"Hey, you can't go. Your and my mission is to guard against the last person. If you make a move now, won't our preparations be exposed?" Reaching out to stop the medicine mother who was about to leave, Zanmu was determined not to let her Go support that guy.

"Just because you dare to stop me?" The tone was never colder than before, suddenly, the sound of blowing suona and drums from nowhere made the body of the funeral tree who had reached out to stop Yaomu tremble.

Stiffly tilting his head to look behind Yaomu, there is a carved dragon and painted phoenix, with a bright red cloth flower on the top. The extremely festive flower bridge consists of four sedan chairs with strange shapes, pale complexions and painted blush. The husband carried it.

The four bearers had stiff, piercing smiles on their faces, they raised and retracted their footsteps, and they arrived in front of the funeral tree in a daze.

"Yanluo, that's enough!"

At the moment when the strange sedan chair was about to hit the funeral tree, the old man in coir raincoat appeared.The strange bridal sedan chair suddenly disappeared, while Zan Mu fell to the ground sweating profusely, looking at Yao Mu with a little more fear.

"Elder Kong, one of the two Pei family members of the sixth level of blood refinement is Shuzimai, I..."

"The old man understands what you mean, but you have to look at the situation before you talk." After interrupting Yaomu, the old man in coir raincoat pointed forward with the fishing rod in his hand.

Yaomu turned her head, her body suddenly paused, and her red lips, which were originally tightly pursed, showed the familiar upward angle again!
this little guy...

In the center of the rushing wolves, the Immortal Corpse King, standing like an Optimus Prime, has no intention of retreating at all, and takes a heavy step forward anyway!
Ru Mo's long hair was blown by the howling wind, watching the wave of wolves approaching him a hundred meters away, the corpse king suddenly raised his thick arms and slammed them down on the ground!

boom -

While the earth was shaking like a mountain shaking, there seemed to be a great beast writhing and struggling in the ground, as if it was about to break free from the shackles of ancient times and return to the world, turning the world upside down!

Roaring up to the sky, the Undying Corpse King's mouth grew to the extreme, making a horn that only the dead can understand!

The earth continued to crack, dark green light spewed out, and a pale stone tablet broke through the ground, exuding the sacred song of death like an obelisk!
In the dark, there seemed to be a soft whisper whispering in the ear.

This whisper was first low and subtle by one person, and then became louder and louder, as if someone was constantly joining in, until it finally evolved into the fanatical and obsessed roar of countless people!

"The tombstone stands up! The Immortal King will never fall!"

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　Commander of the Second Battalion, where is your fucking Italian cannon, pull it over for me in the next chapter!

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