Chronicles of Heaven

The bull's head shield gives off glare.

Now it is not only a sinister shadow, but a body-shaped burly four-horned blood-deviled cow's **** lotus flower, exhaled into the thunder in the magma, and firmly protected the three men.

Let the magma rush, let the water and fire rush, let the four turns into chaos, the body of the blood-devil cow with a length of more than ten feet is stable.

Wu Tie was concentrating on Sima Shan and Sima Quan.

Just listening to the Wu Zheng and their exchanges, these two guys, actually took a half step out of the baby and entered the realm of God.

‘God’, in the age of Taikoo, the word had a special meaning.

God and the Ming Dynasty, truly understand the truth of a thing, put it in cultivation, that is, the spirit of God completely blends the power of a world. Putting it on the implement, it is the level of the soul that has grown into a congenital device.

The life pool is a baby, the baby is an adult, and the **** is that this adult has truly found his own 'dao', and has realized his own 'dao' and thoroughly understood his own 'dao'. Such as a well-understood city of Han Han, suddenly holding the weapon of the gods, and enlightened the martial arts essence, since then, the gestures are full of swords, every move must be human life.

This is the ‘God’.

Thousands of people surrounded by thousands of sieges have been repaired as a place of life and a pool of life. There are hundreds of people in their place of birth, and there are thousands of people in their lives. It is also through the power of the congenital twelve devils, turning the heavens and the earth into a small chaos, and each stroke has a blessing of heaven and earth.

Thousands of heavy weapons have fallen, but they have not been able to approach Simashan and Simaquan.

Simashan slammed out a hammer, and the octagonal flying phoenix hammered the fire, and a hammer shadow exploded and turned into a burning volcano. Thousands of weapons were suddenly smashed by him, and hundreds of weapons of lower quality were even more shrill.

The magma sea of ​​a hundred miles was almost completely vaporized by a hammer. The demon gods on the twelve totem poles screamed, and hundreds of feet of fire spewed in their eyes.

Sima Quan’s long squats gently waved, and the flow of the same stream of water was twisted and twisted like a snake.

One piece of weapon was hit by the long streamer that he swung, only listening to the sound of flowing water and scouring the stone. A handle of the weapon was covered by ice crystals, and then it was rushed high by the force.

Severe, Sima Quan waved a hand, and several streams of light rushed around. The dozens of witch families in the shelter of the big squad were sullen, and their chests, abdomen, and thighs were inexplicably deep. It can reach the wound of the bone, and the wound is cold and cold, and the ice crystal quickly freezes the blood and muscles near the wound.

These thick, fleshy, burly children were suddenly squatting, one by one, panting back.

After Sima Quan’s blow, they were frozen in blood and immediately lost their strength.

The roar of the big bang, the magma sprayed again, this time the magma turned into lacquer black, the dark lacquered magma temperature is even more horrible, and there are all kinds of magical heaven and earth fires hidden in it, with a terrible high temperature sweeping .

Thousands of heavy weapons were also wrapped in black turbid light, and a heavy weapon with a handle was pushed under the big array, like a huge whirlpool.

This time, the power of the big array is more than ten times that of the previous one.

Thousands of witch families have exhaled their voices, and they have used their secrets to push their power to the extreme. Even the last force in the bone marrow has been squeezed out and gathered in this blow.

The witch iron face changed dramatically.

Like the autumn insect instinct feels that the winter cold wave is coming, Wu Tie feels the terrible power in this hit - enough to crush him and let his soul completely disintegrate.

After all, he is only the first time to repair the life of the pool, even if the foundation is solid, the power of the big battle has almost reached the realm of God, and the gap between the gods and the Tibetan environment is like building a foundation and life pool. The same.

It’s far from the sky, and it’s impossible to compare them.

Wu Tie clenched his fists and looked at the blow, watching the black whirlpool wrapped in thousands of heavy weapons slammed down.

Sima Shan laughed a lot, and he spurted out the eye-catching fire. He raised the octagonal flying phoenix hammer, and every pore in his arms spewed a very long line of fire. He shouted and screamed. To the top of the head.

Thousands of heavy weapons slammed into the air.

In addition to the near-thousand-handed weapons intact, the other 3,000-year-old Wushu family smashed the top-grade soldiers with their heart and soul.

More than three thousand witch family members vomited blood and regressed, and each step was bleak, and it was obvious that this injury damaged the vitality.

In addition, more than a thousand witch family members have also changed their face slightly, and blood leaks from one corner of their mouth.

"This is, God's vision?" Wu Tie suddenly exclaimed.

"God is clear and the gods are clear, and there are people..." Simashan seemed to hear the exclamation of Wu Tie. He smiled slowly: "God's vision, when it was too ancient, it was called the Golden Wonderland." ""

"The so-called Jinxian, people at that time thought that gold is the purest, most eternal, and never decaying thing between heaven and earth." Simashan looked at Witch iron without any interest, he really heard it. Witch iron's exclamation.

"The so-called Jinxian is the same immortal and immortal immortal as gold." Sima Shan held the heavy sledgehammer in his hand: "It's still a little bit worse, just a little repair, I and Aquan, both Jinxianzhongren... However, God’s Ming Dynasty, well, this title also has some truth, and the gods seem to be more in line with our wishes."

Sima Quan held the crescent moon and smiled indifferently: "I am waiting for the gods on the high, you are the kind of muddy muddy, garbage, insects, the next three things... You dare to offend the Dajin Kingdom?"

Twenty-four young people wearing chain mails laughed at the same time.

At the same time, they pulled out a three-faced heavy sword with a three-foot-long waist and a wide palm. They held the hilt with both hands and pointed at the surrounding Wu family.

This is a powerful monk of twenty-four high-ordered Tibetans. They also form a sword array. Together with the sword, they see the Jianguang interlaced, a thick black turtle tortoise rises, and then a basaltic virtual shadow on their heads. Appeared.

"Xuanwu Jianzheng." The old iron said with a deep sigh: "Xuanwuwei, this is a strong internal defense corps in the conception, but it has not been built successfully, we have lost and lost... I thought I would see it in my life. Not even the Xuanwu sword array."

The head of the snake head, the black wave of the foot, the basaltic virtual shadow, the black magma around is forced to retreat a few steps.

At the same time, the masters of the twenty-four sorcerer’s temples held the sword forward, and they saw twenty-four thick swords screaming out. The two sides were intertwined like scissors, whistling to kill the surrounding Wu family. .

The demon gods on the twelve totem poles raised their hands at the same time. Their hands were caught in the void, and the chaotic thunder of gray ash flew out of their hands and fell heavily on these swords.

Xuanwu Jianqi burst open, from the thick and mountainous sword light quickly turned into a sword and mans with a long movement, piercing the interception of chaotic lightning, and rushed into the dense array of the Wu family.

The swordsmanship is fierce, but it is as smart as a stream. The sound of '噗嗤' is endless. The siege of the siege of the siege has a deep sword mark, and a large piece of blood is sprayed. In an instant, more than 2,000 people are hit by Jianguang in the air. Suddenly filled with a strong **** smell.

Wu Tie’s face twitched, and he said in a low voice: “Uncle, if it’s for my sake, let the tribe suffer... I...”

Wu Zheng sneered: "Where are they? They dare to chase and kill the Witchland, even if there is no hatred, we have to kill them, let alone, they dare to bully our little sister?"

"I am worried, these guys have never been out of the battlefield, have not seen the real **** battle to kill the look of the goods. This time let them shot, but also let them get blood in advance." Wu Zheng slammed his mouth, coldly said: "If the group of real killings in the family...", our witches are not old ghosts without the gods."

Proudly laughing, Wu Zheng whispered to the iron ear and said: "I heard that my family still has more powerful old things that can’t be closed. Anyway, when it comes to the Witchland, if we can’t protect ourselves, we still have faces. Use this last name?"

A few of the witches who have been repaired for the highest fetus are snarling.

Thousands of chaotic witches and strong men stabilized their positions, and they breathed deeply, and the terrible wounds on the thick and burly body healed rapidly.

The heartbeat of thousands of people has become extremely loud.

‘噗咚’, ‘噗咚’...

The heavy, loud heartbeat gradually stepped on a point, and a terrible **** atmosphere rose to the sky.

The body of Wu Tie and Wu Zheng swayed, and their **** breath almost broke out and merged into the suffocating blood of the sky.

Fortunately, they knew that they were not in the lineup and forcibly suppressed the blood, which did not let their powers break into the big troubles.

Twelve congenital devils also slammed into the sky at the same time.

The black magma is rolling, the congenital demon is blended in the black vortex, and the Wu family's courage is gathered together, and then a tall and sturdy giant gathers quietly.

The face is stunned, and the body is surrounded by thirty-three chaotic fires like a dragon.

The giant raised a big axe in his hand, and when the first axe fell to Sima Quan, Simashan and others.

Thousands of people joined forces before the bombardment, it seems that the weather is complete, but in fact the power is scattered.

And the blood power of thousands of people gathered into a giant, the power of this attack is condensed on a line, its strength is extremely condensed, and its lethality is terrible.

The Xuanwu sword array of the twenty-four-child Tibetan monk was blocked from the first.

The big axe fell, the basaltic two broken, twenty-four fetuses in the Tibetan army were repaired and vomited, and the eight-faced epee in the hand was broken. Everyone had a dense crack in the bones, and twenty-four people fell to the ground at the same time. The body is twitching and can't move anymore.

Sima Shan took a deep breath, he put away the sly smile on his face, and looked solemnly lifting the sledgehammer to the big axe.

The sledgehammer and the big axe hit together.

At first moment, the sledgehammer and the big axe did not move, only to see Simashan's robes sleeves suddenly smashed, and his two white arms swelled to the old height.

The next moment, a loud noise came, Sima Shan snorted, spewing a few blood in his nostrils, and his body slammed back one step backwards.

The giant axe in the hands of the giants broke open, and the giant's arm was bounced hundreds of feet high by the force of the earthquake.

Sima Quan moved.

The crescent in his hand is like a poisonous snake, with a piercing whistle that pierces the heart of the giant.

Just a blow, the heart of the giants was pierced, and the body of the giant quickly began to collapse.

The giant's left hand clenched a fist and punched him on Sima Quan.

Sima Quan was beaten seven times with a fire, and the ignition light mixed with blood and sprayed hundreds of feet away.

This trapped two people outside the big array, thousands of miles away, a black lacquered altar circle hundreds of feet, quietly suspended in the air.

Dozens of thin-skinned, white-haired witch families stood quietly in front of the altar, looking awkwardly at the singular artifacts on the altar, especially the witch irons enshrined in the middle. The soul of the soul is scattered and the sword of the seven-handed Beidou.

The soul of the soul swayed gently, and when Simashan and Simaquan vomited blood at the same time, the scorpion slammed a trace of blood.

Dozens of witches, Xuan Ming’s clan, laughed in unison: "In the middle, in the middle, the blood is hooked up, and it’s worse... Hahaha, come on, come on, my witch is really terrible, but it’s invisible. The curse of the spell."

Dozens of Xuan Ming people sang and danced around the altar at the same time, chanting the curse loudly, and dancing the ancient dance steps of the ancient ancestors to worship the heavens and the earth.

In the big array, the bodies of Simashan and Simaquan suddenly swayed.

Their eyes were confused, and they saw a transparent figure of human figure flying out of their bodies.

Sima Shan and Sima Quan were stunned. They also looked at the blood that they had just spewed out.

Is such a little insignificant blood, actually become the medium of the witchcraft's spell, let them directly attack their own soul?

It’s just... I saw the ghost!

What a terrible curse!

The two men took out the treasure of the town from the Lingbao Temple when they left the Dharma Hall.

A blood-colored orb, a bronze token, two pieces of different treasures suspended on the top of the two people, releasing fireworks and general hoods.

The two have just stabilized their souls. Twenty-four of them have been hit hard by the high-end swords of the high-end tires. They have seen their souls suddenly disappear and have been forcibly forcended by the altar. I took away the soul.

"You, **** it!" Sima Shan and Sima Quan screamed.

A thousand miles away, in a small secret cave, more than a hundred soldiers wearing black heavy armor were lying on the ground, unconsciously suspended in the air, smirking with pride.

These warriors are the ones who took over the forces of Simashan and Simaquan who sneaked into the underground world.

Unexplained into the secret cave, regardless of the three seven twenty-one, directly swallowed the blood of all people.

More than a hundred children's Tibetans, the blood of the life of the monk is very rich, and they are very happy to eat.

Unexpectedly, I could not feel the volatility of Simashan and Simaquan. His low roar screamed and quickly turned into a cold wind rushing to the position where the two were trapped.

‘嘭’!

A big hand appeared out of thin air, and a slap would not be taken from the void.

A five-meter-high-skinned, thin-skinned old man with his hands on his back, standing slightly in front of his uncle, smiled and nodded: "Children play, let them play, life and death are life... This kind of old is not dead, staying aside to see the excitement is not good?"

The old man was unclear, revealing a very fierce smile: "If you dare to join in the fun, we will do you."

Uncleed and grinned: "You? Can you kill me?"

‘唰’!

Thirty-five breaths and dry and thin old people are generally strong, and even stronger ones have emerged from all directions.

Unknown face twitched.

He simply sat on the floor with his hands on his chest: "Oh, that's good, let the two dolls... look at their lives."

The old man was laughing: "He really-mother--oh... Oh, no, I want to say that there are friends coming from afar, happy, happy, haha, happy, happy!"