Dragon God Supreme

“He simply doesn’t need to dodge our attack. No matter how fierce our attack is, he can’t be injured.”

“Our magic power disappears before it approaches. The surface of heavenly demon’s body seems to be blocked by a very terrifying force.”

“The Old Monster is too terrifying, even if we run out of power, we won’t hurt him at all.”

“The great ancestor summon Totem, the dragon god, also used a more terrifying method than ours and failed to hurt him, let alone us, try to delay the time.”

The fierce attacks of Long Xiaoyang and others, all It turned into a bubble.

Heavenly demon is simply invincible.

“Why did you stop? This seat gives you the opportunity, you must take it, don’t wait to regret it when you lose it.” Candle heavenly demon said with a sneer.

The old eyes swept towards Kuiying, and the candle heavenly demon said with a sneer: “Quiying, your holy sword is very good. It is more powerful than this Majesty’s sacrificial artifact. I really envy this seat.”

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Qui Ying’s face was stern and did not speak.

“reporting to Old Patriarch, that holy sword was refined by Feng Wuchen and named Paragon holy sword.” The soul of the candle star reported respectfully.

“Oh? Feng Wuchen refined it?” Zhuhe Heavenly Demon was quite shocked, and the old eyes looked towards Zhuxing Soul.

“How is it possible? Feng Wuchen can refine such a powerful holy sword? This is a ninth-order forged holy sword. Feng Wuchen has that ability?” Zhuchen’s old eyes are about to protrude, his heart is huge. Zhen, I can’t believe it.

“It’s true, it’s made with one thought.” The Soul of Candle Star respectfully said.

The Three Great Founders, Chu Tianshu and other senior leaders were also deeply shocked, all with stunned expressions.

“Then smelly brat can really refine the sacred artifact?” Yang Xuanyi was shocked and shocked, no wonder Feng Wuchen always clicked the Holy Spirit stone in the Hidden Treasure Pavilion!

Feng Wuchen can actually refine the nine-tier forged holy sword, and it is also the top of the top.

“Quiying, can I let this seat take a look at Paragon holy sword?” Candle heavenly demon looked towards Kuiying, the old eyes were full of greed.

“You are not qualified, your hands are too dirty, the holy sword refined by Lord Paragon cannot tolerate your defilement.” Quiying coldly said.

Candle heavenly demon nodded, said with a sneer: “It’s okay, I will take it myself for a while!”

“The arrogant old bastard!” Long Qi gritted his teeth and cursed with his face. The flesh twitches violently.

“Well, if you don’t do it anymore, this seat will have to do it yourself. This Majesty’s patience is limited. The Dragon Sacred Palace sits down in the Great Influence powerhouse. They haven’t made any moves yet.” Candle heavenly demon said with a sneer.

When I heard Zhu Heavenly demon this remark, Yu Xuzi and other Great Influence powerhouses, my complexion changed drastically at the same time, and the soul flew away and scattered.

To fight this kind of perversion, isn’t that bring about one’s own destruction?

“Do it, hold him first!” Chu Tianshu said solemnly.

“bang bang bang! ”

“weng weng! ”

Long Xiaoyang and others once again exploded and attacked with all their strength. The law of Judgment was continuously displayed one after another, and the void vibrated.

Try your best, just to delay time.

“reporting to the Shadow Guardian, the Rakshasa Temple was attacked by the Martial Spirit Temple, and Lord Paragon was still in retreat.” At this moment, the shadow guard came from the ears of the Shadow Guard respectfully. sound.

The complexion of the gods watching the battle was greatly changed, and hurriedly sound transmission asked: “How is the battle? What kind of power is it?”

“Martial Spirit Temple sits down in Saint Soul Sect, Qinghong The guardian is here, the war has just begun.” The god Shadow Guard respectfully sound transmission said.

Hearing this, the shadow of the gods exploded in an instant, and said gloomily: “Reporting to Three Great Founders, Brother Feng has not yet left the customs, the Martial Spirit Temple is sitting down, the power Saint Soul Sect is attacking the Rakshasa Temple .”

“What?” Shan Tong and others turned pale with fright.

Long Qianye worriedly said: “It’s broken! Qingyang and the others are in danger!”

Ling Xiaoxiao’s cultivation base is only the realm of the sage, absolutely no match for the Martial Spirit. The palace sits down in the powerhouse.

The old face of Three Great Founders is extremely gloomy.

It’s already a headache for them to deal with Zhu’s heavenly demon. Now the Martial Spirit Temple sends people to deal with the Rakshasa Temple. If they don’t send people to support, Ling Xiaoxiao and the others will be in danger.

However, once you support it, it might lead to the Martial Spirit temple powerhouse and even the ancient Xuanzun.

If Feng Wuchen does not leave the customs, the consequences will be disastrous.

“Single pupil, Shenying, immediately take someone to the Rakshasa Temple to support!” Long Jitian coldly shouted, his old face extremely hideous.

Shan Tong and Shen Ying immediately took the dozens god Shadow Guard to flash to the Rakshasa Temple in the Profound Saint Realm.

No matter what, the people of Rakshasa Temple must not be in danger.

At the beginning of the war, Long Qianye and Shenying immediately came to support them, but the Rakshasa Temple did not fall into crisis.

“The guardian of the god shadow! Qianye guardian! There is also a single pupil!” Liu Qingyang and others were ecstatic when they saw the appearance of the dozens powerhouse such as god shadow.

Fortunately, Gongsun has been ruthlessly staying in the Rakshasa Temple, otherwise the consequences will be hard to say.

“Shen Ying, Long Qianye, Long Divine Race have powerless to defend himself, are you still taking care of this?” Qinghong guard Fasen asked coldly.

Shadow fury shouted: “I will not only care, but I will kill you!”

“Shadow protector, I hope you have this strength!” Shui Wuhen’s cold voice When it sounded, the silhouette appeared.

“Shui Wuhen!” Shen Ying frowned deeply, and the complexion is gloomy.

“This guardian wants to kill you, I am afraid that the Dragon Divine Race is unable to send a powerhouse to rescue you.” Cold eyes swept towards Shenying and others, Shui Wuhen sound transmission said: “reporting to Great Elder, Shenying brought people to support the Rakshasa Temple, do you want to destroy them?”

“Do whatever you want, this Elder only needs the white flame of Feng Wuchen!” Nangong Xuan sound transmission said with a smile.

Apart from this, there was also an accident in the Saint Pill Pavilion of Nine Provinces. The people behind Four Great Influences have already begun to take action and crazily suppress the Saint Pill Pavilion.

Four Great Influences even threatened that whoever dared to sell the treasure to Shengdan Pavilion would kill anyone.

They even forcibly annexed many shops in Shengdan Pavilion, and many powerhouses in Shengdan Pavilion were injured.

Even if Heavenly Dao Temple takes the shot, Four Great Influences is still not afraid.

Mu Honglian and Shui Yun’er are still struggling to support them. If it weren’t for the help of Heavenly Dao, I am afraid that Shengdan Pavilion would have been raze to the ground.

The Dragon Sacred Temple is attacked by the Heavenly Demon clan, and there is the possibility of extinction at any time. The Rakshasa Temple has also been attacked by the Martial Spirit Temple. At this moment, no one can care about the Sacred Pill Pavilion.

Mu Honglian and the others can only rely on the Heavenly Dao Temple to resist the enemy.

I just don’t know how long it will last.

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As the fighting time passed, Long Xiaoyang and their powers were almost consumed, and their faces were a little paler, but they turned out to be heavenly demon. Still standing in place, unharmed.

“It seems that you are no longer able to do it, it’s my turn to take the shot.” Heavenly demon said with a sneer, deep old eyes, very ruthless murderous aura, fleeting.

“xiu!”

“bang bang bang!”

“puff puff puff!”

A black lightning is abrupt It was fleeting, but at that moment, Long Xiaoyang waited for the powerhouse of the fifteen saints, while vomiting blood, his figure flew out.

No one can stop it.