Chronicles of Heaven

The former Donggong Wuxiang of the Dajin Shenguo, and the Donggong 24th Guardian commander, slammed the squad and took the lead.

The long legs of the two giant gods burst out with dazzling dark golden light, and the faint movement included the sound of the two long legs of the iron shovel. Then the dark golden flame swept the whole body, and he suddenly became a fireman.

The shovel smashed into the face of Wu Tie.

This punch is even weaker than the strength of the savage gimmick. It is obvious that the strength of the shovel is not as good as the dragon.

But this punch is extremely hot, and the punch is straight to the witch iron knot, and the phalanx is raised like a phoenix eye. There is a hint of metal flashing on the top, and the fist of the shovel is clearly hidden.

Change to an ordinary person, if you punch this fist, you will definitely be broken, and you will be seriously injured and fall to the ground.

Witch iron laughed, and the heavy fist of the shovel was three feet away from his body, and his body suddenly collapsed.

缕缕 Black and white two-color spirit winds up, Wu Tie body turned into a breeze, as soon as lightning flashed toward the hall: "Old man, so old, still so angry? Look at your half-cut, Hurry up and cultivate your heart and keep your grandchildren!"

This is the magical power in the change of the thirty-six days of the nine-turn Xuan Gong.

The body is turning away from the wind, invisible and invisible, without shadows and sounds, and the usual means, it does not touch the half iron of the witch iron. Unless it is the same great supernatural powers, the ordinary swords and swords, all kinds of magic weapons, can not touch him, do not say hurt him.

The shovel punched hard and smashed from the breeze of Wu Tie. The heavy punches were too strong, and a fist smashed the giant gods behind Wu Ting.

"Kid, hateful." The iron screamed loudly.

"Well... this way..." Bai Yan stood in front of the throne and frowned.

"Sister, how can I not let him leave like this." Zhu Xi jumped and angered: "Is let him leave, or is he a big escape? Is it really nobody here?"

Bai Hao slowly nodded, she whispered: "General Huo Xiong, Bai Yu can not let you so arrogant and arrogant."

The breeze of Wu Tie has already rushed out of the hall, rushing out of the square in front of the main hall, and crossing the golden bridge on the rainbow river that is wide and wide, is about to go straight into the sky.

However, Bai Yan’s words just exited, and the sky suddenly became full of glory and radiance. The colorful light flashed into a huge vortex and swiftly swayed at the top of the Witch iron head. An incredible amount of tremendous force was crushed down, and in the sound of the earth-shattering dragon screaming, Wu Tie was sinking and suddenly re-aggregated.

Among the colorful whirlpools, a magnificent atmosphere, three layers above and below, tens of thousands of acres in a square, the color is bronze, the monuments, the palaces of the colorful colors accompanied by the low dragons, thunder and sounds slowly

The atmosphere of this palace is so suffocating. In the colorful whirlpool, only the corner of the palace is revealed. The breath directly breaks the sorcerer's magical powers, forcing him to return to the body.

A loud bang came from ‘铿锵锵’, and two huge bronze pillars with a diameter of several tens of feet and a height of nearly a thousand feet slowly flew out of the palace. Below the two bronze pillars is a huge prison table, with a trace of blood and traces faintly visible.

In the sound of ‘铿锵’, the bronze chains of the two wrists squirted from the two bronze pillars, and ‘唰唰’ was wrapped around the witch iron. Witch iron only feels a sinking, and the body's blood, all mana, and even the soul of the soul are imprisoned.

This force of imprisonment is thousands of times stronger than the previous dragon's pile. It is like a lot of mountains crushed down, and it is so tight that it is so tight that the bones are squeaky, and the right arm is before the dragon. The wounds, which were hard and cracked, were torn apart again, and a large piece of blood sprinkled.

Witch iron blood sprinkled on the bronze chain, this bronze chain issued a cold and secluded bronze light, the blood suddenly ‘嗤嗤’ evaporation, turned into a large blood fog rising.

The bronze pedestal was carried with two shining bronze pillars, and the chain was swaying. The sorrowful iron was pulled up and then suspended between the two bronze pillars. The limbs were stretched and pulled into strength. A 'big' glyph hangs in the air hundreds of feet off the ground.

In midair, the horrible palace was gone, and the horrible dragon humming sound that disappeared into the soul suddenly disappeared.

On the embarrassment, the electric light flashed, accompanied by the harsh thunder, and a weapon of the sword and the sword that had been condensed by lightning was emerging.

A loud bang from the bang, an electric light pistol rushed from the stern on the platform, and slammed into Wu Tie. The iron and steel body burst out with a striking electro-optic light, like a thick slurry of electric awns flowing on him, burning the cover of his body.

This heavy blow is a lot heavier than the dragon's fist.

Witch iron snorted, the skin cracked countless tiny cracks, a lot of blood oozing out, and then quickly smashed into ash by electric plasma.

The high-altitude electric light was bright, and it was a big axe that was condensed by electric light. It was sturdy on the top of Wu Tie's head. Another burst of sound, Wu Tie full of long hair shredded, burnt, turned into a blue smoke, scalp tear, revealing a smooth skull.

The electric mans are raging, and in the beating, Wu Tie’s head is burned with electric light and the flesh is blurred. Only the skull is more luminous.

A trace of electric raging is even absorbed directly by the skull of Wu Tie, and then quickly turned into a huge heat flow sweeping the whole body. The five elements of the heart of Wu Tie's heart release the vitality, and the broken flesh of the Witch Iron quickly heals, and it has recovered as soon as possible.

It’s just that the dead flesh that has been scorched by the thunder and lightning is still hanging on the outer layer of the body. How miserable it looks is how miserable it is.

Then there was a slashing knives that had been smashed from the sky, and the knot was solid on the left shoulder of Wu Tie. Naturally, the skin is burnt, the unpleasant smell of burnt smell is smashed out, and then a large piece of burnt black coke hangs on the surface of the body, and the iron and iron looks more and more wolf.

After three strikes, the attack on the bronze squad stopped.

The voice of the white pheasant came from the hall, as always, it was deserted: "Here, it is not a six-character marquis in your district who wants to come and want to leave. No matter how powerful your magic is, how powerful the magical power is, here, please respect. some."

Wu iron vomited a heavy black smoke.

He was imprisoned and couldn't move in the air. He could only smile with a smile: "There will be more respectful at the end, but whether it is respectful or not, it must be shouted and killed... If so, why is it respectful?"

When Bai Hao was silent for a while, he said quietly: "Respectfully, at least eat less, isn't it?"

Wu Tie is silent.

This is too reasonable to say, and he has no room for rebuttal.

Closing his mouth, Wu Tie looked at the prison table with his eyes. The ancient atmosphere, the heavy shape, with the indescribable vicissitudes of the vicissitudes of the past, this is far more than the dragons do not know how much strong treasure.

That dragon pile, the feeling of Wu Tie, is probably the same as the water and fire gourd he had before, and it is the innate treasure of this world.

It is only this kind of congenital spiritual treasure that has been nurtured. Compared with the real world, the congenital spiritual treasure that has been created by the natural world of gasification is undoubtedly weak and does not know how many levels.

The palace that is exposed from the whirlpool of colorful light, the atmosphere is so terrible, is it not the treasure of that level?

And this bronze pedestal and two bronze pillars should be just an accessory part of that terrible palace. Look at the shape of this torture platform, it should be specifically used to imprison the recidivism, and even to execute the punishment of the recidivism.

Wu Tie struggled a little bit.

With his current strength, it is impossible to refute the imprisonment of this torture platform. The power of imprisonment is like the innumerable mountains that are crushed from all sides. He is like a bug in amber, and there is no room for rebuttal.

However, Wu Tie quickly communicated the yin and yang cylinders in the life pool.

The yin and yang two cylinders flashed, and the meaning of a scorn was extremely faint.

Not only that, but the five elements of the gods that have been integrated with Wu Tie also passed a slap in the face and disdain.

Wu Tie was relieved.

That terrible shrine, even the bronze platform and the bronze pillar, is certainly a rare heavy weapon, but it is not an opponent of the yin and yang two cylinders and the five elements of Shenguang... This is good, this is very good.

With a sigh of relief in his heart, Wu Tie was silent for a while. He slowly and cautiously touched the bronze chain that held him with his right hand and five fingers. The nail gently slammed the bronze chain, and the five phalanx of the witch iron gently swayed.

Wu Tie felt the eagerness of his body skeleton.

If he can swallow this bronze pedestal and two bronze pillars, his physical strength can definitely reach an unbelievable state.

If you can swallow the power of the gods...

Wu Tie swallowed his mouth.

I really can't wait to start.

It is a pity that this shrine and the punishment platform, this pillar is too strong, and the power is far more than the previous Kowloon furnace. With Wu Tie’s current strength, they can’t be won.

Difficult to use a nail to strike a bronze chain.

‘叮,叮叮’...Wu’s phalanx slammed with great trepidation, and the chain ignited, but there was no trace left on the chain.

"Hey!" Wu Tie sighed.

"Where are you from?" ‘唰’, a figure smashed the bronze chain on the right side of Wu Tie, so he sat on the thick chain of his arms and stared at Wu Tie.

Behind him came the sound of the closed door of the main hall. Wu Tie looked back and saw that the hall was closed. The lazy Huanglong was drilled into the gate, and half of the tail was slowly retracting into the hall.

"They want to discuss, how to deal with you in the end. I know Bai Yu and Zhu Xi, but they are not their people, so they will definitely not participate in their discussion." Xiaolong sat on the chain, only one foot away from Wutie. She looked at the witch iron curiously and looked up and down.

"You seem..." Xiaolong closed his mouth.

"Where are you from?" Wu Tie asked Qi Long.

On the body of Xiaolong, there is a **** smell that is homologous to the blood of the Wu family. It is very pure and primitive. Wu Tie even feels the charm of the old man and the nature, the heavens and the earth, and the incomparableness of everything. .

In other words, the strength of Xiaolong is definitely not strong, but in the realm, she is likely to reach the same level as the witch prison. And her physique, her blood, her essence, her source, and the old monsters of the gods and gods in the witch prison.

This is too scary.

Just like Bai Yu and Zhu Xi, the strength of the twin sisters is also very terrifying, and the horror is a bit outrageous.

"I am the person here." Xiaolong looked at Wu Tie with his head, a pair of black-painted big eyes were clear and abnormal, without any impurities: "I am Xiaolong, Wanlongling Wuman people... My name is not very good?"

Wu Tie looked at the stunned dragon and smiled.

"When you were born, did you just hunt a dragon?" Wu Tiesi stunned for a while, remembering the habits of some of the Taikoo witch tribes that the witch parents had said to him.

"Ha." Xiaolong's face became extremely... melancholy.

She murmured: "This name is not bad. Xiaolong is an extremely powerful dragon beast in the underground cave of Wanlongling. Aunt can hunt dragon, I can name it with dragon, this is Very glorious thing."

"But later, I met Bai Hao and Zhu Xi, and after reading a few books with Su He, I found out... a girl, with such a name, is simply..." Xiao Long’s little face was pulled down, heavy Sighed.

She suddenly clenched her fists, her body was terrible, and the right fist that was deformed and injured when Wu Tie was punching had recovered, and she could not see any traces of injury. She waved her fist toward Wu Tie and said very seriously: "But I think you are not a bad person."

Wu Tie stayed and stared at Xiaolong: "Is it a bad person, but I can't see it."

Xiaolong looked up and smiled. "Haha, but I have this skill. I can see from a young age that the beasts in the mountains are bad, which ones are good, which ones can be close, and which ones should be killed." Meat. The soul beast I chose is a small donkey. It also tells me that you are not a bad person."

Xiao Yan?

That ant lion with a length of thousands of feet?

Wu Tie laughed: "I am not a bad person, then what is the fierce Zhu Xi?"

Xiaolong’s eyes widened: “She is certainly not a bad person. So if you fight, I don’t help anyone...”

Xiaolong lowered his voice, and the nerves came together in front of Wu Tie: "In particular, you have the blood of our Wu Man family. You are closer than the red girl. But I met them from childhood, I and them. Also very close."

With a sigh, Xiaolong shook his head: "Will you fight? Will you want to kill each other?"

Xiaolong looked at Wu Tie with a little sadness: "You can't guard your own territory like the wolves in the mountains. Don't you invade each other?"

Wu Tie is silent.

After a while, he asked Xiaolong: "Yes, how old are you? So the Prince was a man of 6,000 years ago, how many thousands of years old are you?"

Xiaolong was sullen in the right eye of Wu Tie: "Which eyes do you see that I am thousands of years old? I am just eighteen this year, and Baitoutou and Hongtoutou are only one year older than me."

Wu Tie’s face suddenly became a group.

Bai Hao and Zhu Xi are only 19 years old?

So how could they be the daughter of the prince? This……

Far away, suddenly there was a low horn.

Xiaolong jumped up, and she frowned and looked at the distance. On the top of the mountain, there was a straight wolf smoke rising from the sky.

Yan Long’s anger slammed his feet: “Ah, the **** half-devils are coming up again... this time, you must interrupt their spine!”

As soon as the body swayed, the dragon disappeared without a trace.

With Wu Tie’s current eyesight, she can’t see how she disappeared.

The door of the rear hall suddenly opened, and the sound of the white scorpion passed over: "Fast speed to find out, how many of the demon people came, Wu Man, whether we need our help."