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"The flame burns the sky!"

Lin Hao's figure flashed, and the figure in white fell directly into the thousands of warriors. It was like a wolf into a sheep, wantonly killing on the battlefield!

"Ah

"Run, we can't fight enough!"

"If he can't run, he'll be alone. No matter how strong he is, he won't be able to fight in the wheel of our car..."

"The devil, he is the devil!"

Where the scarlet sword light passes, like the sickle waving, the straw of life falls silently.

Mature life will naturally fall at the end, and it will also fall when the fruit growers harvest.

Without any hesitation, no one can hold a sword under Lin Hao's sword, and no one can make Lin Hao have the slightest pity.

Nine big flame waves are also crazy rolling in the sky, all Qiyuan soldiers die in this beautiful red and gray light curtain.

This is a place where even death dare not patronize. After all, I'm afraid that I will be killed easily.

The poisonous flame, the turbid current, the figure in white and the scarlet sword light become the protagonists in this world. The music of death that they sing is like connecting the hell and driving the thousand odd Qiyuan soldiers into the abyss.

Fire, scream, kill, die.

Deducing the most naked law of nature.

The sky, playful outflow of a dawn.

However, as if to see this side of the human remnant, shocked, and pulled up the clouds to cover themselves.

Also, this place thought to seize the dawn but fell into the dark purgatory.

After another cup of tea time, the raging fire of the long night gradually dissipated.

The darkness of the night is finally coming to an end and under the dawn.

The blood has become a stream here. Rao can't stay here for a long time.

When the last Qiyuan soldier fell to the ground, his pupils were lax, and death finally stopped waving his sickle.

At the moment, the battlefield has completely lost its original appearance.

The venue ravaged by the poisonous flame and turbid current, scorching brown and bright red blood color became the final tone of this party's purgatory.

On purgatory, there is a nine Zhang tall nine headed snake monster, nine heads are eyeing the field, looking for survivors.

In this purgatory, the most eye-catching is the young man standing in the center.

Endless corpse crack armour, circulation more than the blood River, and that has been piled up into a mountain of corpses, are under the feet of Lin Hao.

Lin Hao is just like the God of death, who dominates life. He stands aloof and heartless, but there is no wave in the purgatory.

Time seems to stagnate in this moment, Lin Hao's figure between heaven and earth becomes more and more supreme, the blood flowing in heaven and earth, the corpse, the incomplete split armor, also moved.

Blood, corpses, split armor gathered in the sky, and finally between heaven and earth gathered into a glittering blood light skull crown, quietly suspended on the top of Lin Hao's head.

Lin Hao slowly closed his eyes and recited the Sutra that no one understood.

Gradually, the color of blood disappeared, and the light of fire faded away. All this seemed to disappear in front of Lin Hao's eyes.

Lin Hao alone, and the bloody skull crown.

When the crown fell, it fell steadily on Lin Hao's head.

To kill blood condensed into the skull crown, at this moment, in silence, crown!

This moment became eternity, and Lin Hao became the throne crowned with killing between heaven and earth.