Chronicles of Heaven

In the void, a group of gods looming, looming, enveloping a huge mountain of abundance and sharpness, flying fast in the dark void.

The mist had just returned from the spar star of the Celestial Protoss.

Sitting in his own hall, watching a group of beautiful maids around him, he waved his hands in a mist.

The waitresses softly bowed and salute, and then walked out of the hall silently.

The mist squinted and looked at the maiden youthful backs of the maids, and they couldn't help but lip it down.

Observing the outpost is a fat deficiency ... Of course, it was a fatal defect before the five outrageous protoss cut off the crystal bridge and dominated the observation of the outpost.

High above, overlooking beings.

Almost every day, on the mainland, there are major forces laying altars, offering countless treasures, and offering countless handsome men and women with strange bloodlines.

Those bloodlines are peculiar and do not need to be cultivated. They all have geniuses revealed by strange and powerful talents, most of which were returned to the ancestral lands of all races through the crystal bridge.

Of course, as the leaders of various ethnic groups who observe the outpost, it is natural for them to deduct a part for their own enjoyment.

Just in the misty mountain of wisdom, such human servants are millions.

On the mainland, all of them are talented and arrogant. If they can embark on the right path of cultivation, they will undoubtedly have the qualifications to grow into a strong party.

But their bloodline was discovered, their qualifications were discovered, and they were taken as sacrifices to win the favor of the gods and transmitted through the secret altar.

No matter how bright the future they should have been, now they are only the maids of the Mountain of Wisdom ... whatever the mist and his tribe wanton to enjoy.

Of course, with their qualifications and their strong and amazing bloodlines, if they can give birth to a man and a half daughter, their children will also enjoy a high position in the Protoss of Wisdom-with the bloodlines of the gods, but their talent is amazing. A protoss will be valued.

"What a wonderful day ... unfortunately it was ruined by these overbearing guys."

The mist snorted coldly, took out a head-sized crystal of the spirit, and suddenly kicked this piece of spirit crystal, which was placed in the ancestors' land of great value, kicked away.

"It's me, it's my clever plan, it's my ingenious arrangement, it's taken me so much time to infiltrate all the forces of the mainland. It was me that took thousands of years to get on the mainland. So much potential. "

"This harvest is also because of me."

"And you guys ... dismissed me with such a bit of junk?"

The mist kept pulling out pieces of spirit crystals, and they were thrown into the hall. Soon, he threw out three or four thousand pieces of spirit crystals. The large and small spirit crystals sprinkled in the hall, emitting a magnificent intoxicating light. .

This means that three or four thousand gods existed and were killed.

No such war has broken out in the Three Kingdoms and the Chao Dynasty continent where the witch iron is now located.

As the mist in the Qing Dynasty's avatar Qingwu said, this is the harvest of the gods in other hunting grounds and battlefields on the mainland.

The fog can be divided into so many spoils. Can you imagine the **** of the five major protoss, such as Youyou and Wuwu, how much did they get?

The gains of the gods are so terrifying.

The loss of the human race can also be imagined.

"Residual stubborn, do you want to send meals?" Misty crosses her legs in an indecent manner, sits on the white throne, holds her chin in her hands, and stares deeply at the crystals on the ground.

"The crystallization of the spirits can only quickly improve the current strength. To break the blood veins, strengthen the blood veins, and have a brighter future, I need the blood vein essence, the blood vein essence of the human race, especially those powerful blood veins. Essence. "

"But this time, they didn't even assign a ray of blood to me."

"In the future, as soon as they ride on the dust and stand high, I can only look up at them like ants."

"It's not good, it's bad, it's very bad."

"I must, look for opportunities to turn things around."

"So, what is the way? They are living in the void and taking advantage of the fishermen. This is not right. If they want to gain something, they have to work. So, they have to artificially make hard bones and let them go ... hard bones."

"Oh, oh, oh, the power of wisdom ... or, in their words, the power of intrigue?"

"It doesn't matter. It's all the same thing. It's all the same thing."

The mist pulled a strand of hair from his head, like an old dark dog, biting his hair in his mouth and chewing gently.

"However, don't worry ... my clan is not good at fighting. If anything wrong is found by those violent madmen, there will be troubles, big troubles ... so be careful ... to ..."

He was whispering to himself, and the misty skin was suddenly covered with a light green.

His body shook, and then a spit of dark green blood spurted out.

"Poison?" The fog stared blankly at the pool of dark green poisonous blood on the ground.

The blood is extremely toxic, and the misty temples are all made of ancestral special products, which are cast with exotic stones containing majestic power. These kinds of spar have strong resistance to any strange mana and all kinds of evil and strange energies. Even if they are respected, they are hard to shake.

In this way, Jingjing was actually corroded by that poisonous blood, and his voice sizzled, and white smoke continued to emerge.

This shows how terrible the toxicity of this poisonous blood.

Thinking of this poisonous blood, it was actually sprayed from his body. The mist yelled, a head of onion fell off the throne, and he grasped a crystal of the size of a human head on the ground.

Using mystery to spur, the crystallization of the spirit and soul immediately swayed a splendid brilliance, and a stream of light quickly poured into the mist.

The mist was humming deep, huge power filled the whole body, his body was shining with dazzling light, and a wave of mighty power spread out all around.

He raised his head, glanced around with vigilance, and flicked his fingers.

‘Boom Boom’, dozens of sounds rang, and nearly a hundred tall, pointed arched windows and doors of this splendid temple closed quickly, leaving no gap.

Flashes of light flashed, magical powers forbidden to seal the hall imperviously.

"Damn, I can't let my dear brothers know that I'm inexplicably intrigued ..."

"Dammit, who is it? Who is planning me?"

"Fight them? Impossible ... these violent madmen, they will kill me face to face, and will not secretly poison."

"Yu? He may have this brain, but he will never put it into action ... The pride of the Ice Spirit Protoss makes him disdain to poison. This kind of thing, among many Protoss, only a few Protoss will do this A shameless thing. "

"The most probable are my brothers."

"Ah, you see that I have reached an agreement with them, and see that I can get a lot of benefits, so you can't wait to replace it?"

"Stupid brothers, without my arrangement for all these years ... how could they give me the meat of their mouth?"

The mist suddenly slaps itself to himself: "Damn, mist, you have made the big mistake of neglecting the enemy ... Except for you, wouldn't your **** brothers do anything on the mainland?"

"They may be weaker than you, but they are definitely not stupid!"

"Ah, aha, haha, dear brothers, you ... there are also some people who have enough resources and power on the mainland to replace me?"

"Wow," another blood spurted out.

The fog panted, and stared deeply at the dark green poisonous blood. He tapped lightly, three lengths, widths, and whiteness, with pages of light golden writing flying off his head, and sprinkled with a soft golden light covering his body.

A sharp roar came, and in the misty body, the dark green poisonous gas was violently twisting and fissioning.

Even more frightening is that near the heart of the mist, a thumb-sized, dark green body is seen, and a poisonous seal of the ‘呱呱’ tweet is constantly issued. This small seal seal contracted like a heart, and the blood of the gods in the mist met the seal seal and immediately turned into green poisonous blood.

"poison?"

"Respect?"

"Where did it come from?"

The mist quickly noticed the strangeness in his body. He turned into a translucent body and looked dullly at the inexplicable poisonous seal in his body.

"Damn, on the land where my avatar is, the power of respect to take the poison ... total ... total ..."

With a finger of the misty hand, a delicate scroll emerged, and the scroll quickly became large, expanding to a length of more than three feet, and then the scroll was unrolled, and countless golden handwritings appeared.

The fog chanted a spell, and the handwriting on it quickly diminished, leaving only 147 lines in the end.

"Dizijia No. 5 battlefield, green squid poison statue."

"The battlefield No. 37 on the ground is old and strange."

"Dizi B 29 battlefield, Heavenly Remnant."

The misty fingers swept the handwriting on the scroll one by one, and then ruled out one by one: "No, no, no, it won't be them ... the attributes are wrong, although they are also poisonous, but they also have the focus ... the poison in me, More like ... "

The mist is bright and clean, like the back of a girl's hand, and a few pink flesh are suddenly born, and then these flesh expand quickly, and a little pus head emerges from the tip, and soon the pink becomes dark green. Immediately thereafter, the flesh began to fester quickly.

In the sound of 噗嗤, these dark green flesh spit out white poisonous pulp, and the flesh contaminated by the pulp all quickly eroded and withered, and soon the flesh was corroded, and the mist was pale silver, slightly Transparent **** bone.

"This is ... the battlefield No. 5 on the ground ... the western demon country ... the toad poison of the magic toad!"

The fog hissed and screamed: "Boy toad, old man, you **** ... do you dare count me?"

"Snap", the mist slaps on his face fiercely: "No, no, I have no courage. He is the most devout believer of the" Sacred Ancestor of the Demon Race ". What he has dreamed of in his life is He was chosen by his ancestors to be detached and to live forever. "

"Well, that's not right, if one of my dear brothers got his toad poison?"

"But, even more ... who has come these years?"

"My brothers ..."

"Old man ..."

"Yi Chao, the demon kingdom ..."

The poisonous gas floods in the body. Rao is the crystal of the spirit using the mist to introduce a huge amount of power to suppress the toxicity. The toxicity is still spreading.

The three-page book of Rao is a book of wisdom that radiates the whole body with surging divine light, the poison is still spreading, constantly eroding the body of the god.

The fog coughed, and a lot of dark green blood foam was sprayed all over the floor.

"Damn ... Damn ..." The fog was gazing, reaching out and grabbing one in the void, a mass of white light emerged, and a fist-sized white glass bottle emerged. He drew a glass bottle out of the glass bottle Thumb-sized pale green pill.

"But my wisdom is enough to withstand all your conspiracies." The gloomy cold light flashed in the misty eyes, he murmured: "My brothers, no matter which one of you wants to replace me, yours Every effort is destined to fail. "

"You never dreamed of it. I had protection against all the lowly tools I have come in contact with.

"Old man made the antidote that can resolve all his toxins."

The pale green pill emits acrid cold air, and the twisted road patterns on Dan Pill meander like a living creature. Occasionally, a flash of light flashed on the pattern, and Danmaru suddenly became translucent, and a strange seal-like light and shadow flashed through it.

Poison comes from poison seal and seal seal.

Detoxification naturally depends on the corresponding seals on the road.

This pill is not only an antidote, but a concrete projection of the principle of the road.

Mizu proudly opened his mouth, trying to put Dan Wan in his mouth.

A deep howling sounded from the bottom of his heart.

The boundless evil spirits emerged from the body of the mist. If anyone can see the state of the mist's luck, when it can be found that the mist is suddenly collapsed and dim at this moment.

If it was said that his luck was a bonfire burning, then these evil spirits were like the gods set off huge waves and splashed a small half of the ocean on the bonfire.

The misty body flickered, his fingers trembled, and his fingertips flashed a little white light, accompanied by a shocking sneeze, the foggy blood sprayed all over the ground, the white light at his fingertips stimulated Dan Pill in his hand, Dan Pill ' 'It exploded.

"My ... antidote ..." The spit of blood was spitting in anger, wrath and terror.

The dark green poisonous blood corroded the floor, making a hissing sound, and the fog hissing and screaming: "Curse, not only poison, but also curse ... Who is it? Who is it? Mantra Protoss? No, they have been extinct It's Hmong ... So, is it ... Witch? "

"The curse of the witch tribe?"

"Warlord, witch iron?"

"An abnormal change in the Chao Dynasty?"

"Old man, he's in the western demon country ... his poison ... asshole!"

"Oh, small and lowly people, how dare you count the high God? You ..."

The fog hissed and roared, but he suddenly found in horror that the three fingers on his left hand were inexplicably dried up and shrunk, as if he had suddenly changed from an eighty-two girl to an eighty-two old lady.

The mist quickly looked up at the three pages of the Book of Wisdom.

"Oh no ... you can't do this ... you, have more power than the Supreme Artifact?"

"Really, **** it!"