Chronicles of Heaven

It is chilly and biting, straight through the sputum and the fetus.

The gray-white lines of the big dragons constantly flow from the twins, carrying the power of the vast gods and constantly blending with the body.

As Xuan Ming Avenue and part of the spirit of the soul continue to merge with the body, the external chill felt by Wu Tie will fade away.

The chill is still the same, but Wu Tie’s tolerance to the cold and the tolerance for the cold are constantly improving.

Xuan Ming is not old and roaring in a low voice: "Frozen to death, kill him, turn his body and the deity into a mysterious ice, eternal life will suffer from the freezing of ice... Well, remember, remember, don't beat him. When the soul flies, you must keep his soul and make it for 10,000 years."

Wu Tie stood there quietly.

A little colorful light in his deity suddenly appeared, his low shouting, his body surface multicolored light, a majestic blood like a volcanic eruption, violent surge Come out.

A fascinating soul of a colorful light rushed out of his eyebrows and turned into a radiant translucent figure suspended in front of him.

Wu Tie sneered: "I want to freeze the king? Just rely on your old and undead soft eggs?"

A verdant mulberry tree branch flew out from the hands of Wu Tie. Nine thumb-sized golden three-legged gold-wool shadows circling around the branches, constantly making a hoarse and audible scream.

A huge and thick sun rushed into the sky, the terrible heat wrapped around Wu Tie's body, wrapped his divergent sacred thoughts, and shattered a large piece of coldness over his head.

The essence of blood released by Wu Tie is about 20 times that of ordinary gods, and the sacred spirit that floats in front of the eyebrows is about ten times that of ordinary gods. .

As a monk with a heaven and a heaven, Wu Tie's physical and spiritual atmosphere is amazing.

Coupled with the enormous power of the inherited artifacts from the dry, Chiyang Shenshan, the performance of Wu Tie at this moment is like a superb genius with superb strength and superior strength, and is doing all the power to resist.

Xuan Ming smiled unsatisfactorily: "Is it hard to resist, can you use it? Wu Wang children, from the time you step into my nine-day supervised Xuan Ming, you are already destined to be a dead person."

"Unless you also have the blood of Xuan Ming, unless your blood is more than me, unless you know more about the other relative cold rules than Xuan Ming Avenue, you will die."

Wu Tie bit his teeth and sneer: "So, let's try it out? I want the king to admit defeat, to confess, to be killed by you, impossible!"

Wu Tie sneered, Xuan Ming is not old is also sneer.

The world is in chaos, only the gray-white Xuan Ming chills sweep the world, covering the square.

A group of Xuan Ming cold and rich to the extreme, gradually compressed into a squeaky and horrible atmosphere of the size of the water tank, the constant impact of the body of the witch iron, will continue to be enough to freeze the congenital spirits into a chilled cold Into his body.

These chills are all from the heavens and the earth, and they are incomparably rich and inconspicuous. Each of them has an enormous power of mysteriousness, and it contains a rich and profound law of mystery.

The unique magical power of the "Yu Shi Jing" in Wu Tie Mo Yun, his blood changes in a moment, from the chaotic Pan Gu blood, to the purest and most primitive, than the Xuan Ming is not old and so on, do not know how many times pure, how many times the original The body of Xuan Ming.

A large block of Xuan Mou Road turns into a gray-white pattern visible to the naked eye, which quickly merges into the body of Wu Tie.

Wu Tiegao’s 16,000-foot-tall god’s fetus slowly shrinks, and the power of the vast soul is constantly integrated into the body. Wu Tie gradually feels that he and this party’s enchantment of **** and the world of Xuan Ming Rapid improvement.

His body no longer feels cold, but gradually feels comfortable and cool, quite a sense of the fish returning to the water.

God is a heaven, a double heaven, a triple heaven...

The spirit of Wu Tie’s **** was cultivated, and the gods and gods on the Xuan Ming Avenue were repaired in a hurry.

Xuan Ming is not old and so madly releasing Xuan Ming chill, wanting to freeze the witch iron, is to use his own comprehension, control of the Xuan Ming Road to attack Wu Tie. No matter how they attack, it is like Feihong crossing the surface of the water, always leaving a figure on the water, leaving a glimpse.

Wu Tie is smiling.

The huge blood of the show is shrunk in a glimpse, and the sacred spirit that he reveals is also the illusion of collapse.

Occasionally, he will curse a few words of Xuan Ming and others.

Occasionally, the surface of his soul will have a glimpse of ice crystals, and his sacred spirit will immediately shrink and scream at the same time.

All of this is in the eyes of Xuan Ming and others, and it is the performance of Wu Tie's origin, and the body and the fetus are constantly weakened.

Xuan Ming couldn't help but remind his brother: "Be careful, be careful, don't let this kid freeze directly. So leave his soul, big brother, I want to make a good life, I must let him survive. Can't die."

Another Xuan Ming ancestor is proud of his smile: "Big Brother, perhaps, we can still use his soul, to force the people of the Wu Kingdom to lay down their arms and give up resistance... By the time, the whole Wu State is ours. The contents of the bag."

Xuan Ming is not very old and seriously thinks about this proposal of his brother.

After a while, he slowly said: "I am afraid that it is difficult... Their morale is frustrated is certain, but to say that they will give up resistance? Difficult... After all, the children have been killed before, the Wu Kingdom that we captured In the territory, all the men were killed."

Xuan Ming is not old and sighs: "The gods, we are not allowed to do this... continue to kill and fight, continue to kill... Only killing can make the gods happy, we can be truly accepted by them."

A group of Xuan Ming ancestors Qi Qi shouted.

Xuan Ming did not scream and shouted: "All major tribes, attack! No division of soldiers, all ethnic groups join hands to break the military city in front of you."

"The essence of the Wu State is in this military city, breaking this military city... I wait, it is done."

The sharp horn sounded from all directions, and the boundless snowfield warriors made a whistling whistling sound. Under the urging of the tribe elders, it was like a dense group of ants, attacking the military city.

On the military city, countless Mujing masters were densely packed into military arrays, and then numerous arrows were like heavy rains, sweeping the entire battlefield.

The walls of the military city suddenly broke through countless design holes. Thousands of gnomes and dwarves were hidden in the thick walls. Numerous poles of the rune fired a loud bang, the metal bullets of the sky, and the battlefield again. Sweeped over again.

The war broke out.

This time, the power of the Wanzhang ice sculpture was used in the nine-day supervised Xuan Ming array.

The soldiers of the Xueyuan tribe rely entirely on their own flesh and blood, and are confronted with numerous city defense facilities and large ordnance in the military city.

Time passes by little by little.

After half a month.

Wu Xing's Xuan Ming Avenue, successfully broke through to the gods and the world of ten heavens.

Even with the Xuan Ming Avenue corresponding, such as Xuan Bing, frozen, cold and other avenues of the road, they have all reached the perfection of the Ten Heavens.