Dragon-Marked War God

"Noisy, how about the Zulong Emperor, it depends on how good you are, oh. Happy, but not all of you can be comparable."

Nanhua sipped a cold, and a horrible hurricane waved up. Under the exquisite tree, all were storms, and the ancestors of the ancestors stabilized the soul. They used the ancestral tower as the basis and resisted Nanhua. However, the South China real people had a hurricane. Almost everything is torn apart, and no one can stop it. The Zulong Emperor is also forced to stick to the square. It is not an opponent of Nanhua real people.

"Happy, the world is big, let me travel!"

A sigh of enthusiasm, played by Nanhua, the violent vibration of the ancestral tower, Jiang Chen is also quite embarrassed, this South China is too powerful, simply unparalleled, the Zulongta is also the first time to feel the threat.

"Unfortunately, I am still too weak. Unless you can reach the emperor, I can separate from the Zulong Tower. That moment is when the Zulong Tower really shines."

The ancestors of the Zulong Emperor sighed, and the enthusiasm of the Taoist Road could almost smash the sky, the atmosphere of the ancestral dragon, and the oppression is extremely miserable. If this continues, Jiang Chen knows that there is absolutely no chance, Zulong Huang They will all be exhausted by him.

"Nanhua, you are not Nanhua!"

A sigh of sound, echoing the emptiness of the void, ‘Yan’s city’ is sharp and straightforward.

"Cuckoo, Du Fu, I am not South China, don't you know?"

Nanhua’s eyes are complicated.

Naturally, it is Du Fu, who occupies the body of Yan’s city. Du Fu’s slight glimpse is also extremely complicated. He looks at the real people of Nanhua, but he does not know where to start. Finally, I saw Jiang Chen’s eyes, and Jiang Chen’s heart was also in horror. At that glance, Jiang Chen saw a look of Yan’s city.

"Allure, is it really you?"

Jiang Chen muttered, at least for now, the appearance of Du Fu, blocking the offensive of Nanhua, will not let the Dragon King completely be destroyed.

"He is Nanhua. When he was young, Nanhua was unruly, cold and mountainous, killing people like hemp, and squatting for nine days. But it was not Zhuang Zhou. Don’t you even understand this?"

‘Murch Dongchen’ also appeared at the moment of Du Fu’s side, Shen Sheng said.

"Where are you? I am with Nanhua, why do you have to gesticulate? Are you old?"

Du Fu said coldly.

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, his eyes, only me, what are you?? Giggle."

The butterfly fairy smiled softly and confidently.

"Fairy, I don't know you today. But I will never let you damage the name of my husband, Junzhuang Zhou. Nanhua, why do you follow Zhuang Zhou billion years, still don't know him?"

Du Fu looked at Nanhua.

"Zhuang Zhou is already dead. I am Nanhua. I am a happy man! He is decadent, and I am ambitious, happy, and free from the world. It is to let everyone surrender. This is the way to go. ""

South China has a cold voice.

"You are no longer a happy way, but fall into the magic road. Zhuang Zhou will never say such a thing. His way of getting away is very different from yours."

The butterfly fairy fairy shook his head, and he did not care about Nanhua’s words.

"Not crazy, why live? Hahaha, I am South China, is to go against the sky, to achieve my freedom to dominate the world, happy, not a mediocrity for this life, happy, is the world, happy, unparalleled Only I am alone!"

Nanhua screamed and said that there is a strong momentum of all beings.

"Since Zhuang Zhou is not there, then I will be the way for him."

Du Fu stared coldly at Nanhua. At this moment, everyone was arrogant.

"It’s really a big hand to understand the nine-day butterfly fairy, who is the wilderness of the Du Fu Princess."

Lian Zulong Huang, he is silently sighing, the charm of Mr. Zhuang Zhouzi is really too big, any one is a peerless fairy who can provoke the land of Kyushu, but now he is willing to pay attention to Zhuang Zhouzi alone.

It’s really sorrowful, sad and strong!

"This time, maybe I have to join hands with you once. The dream can be broken, the soul can be destroyed, the name of Zhuang Zhou, can not be humiliated."

Butterfly Fairy said faintly, but between the lines, it was the affection of Zhuang Zhou. This is why even Jiang Chen had to sigh for it. It can be seen that whether it is Du Fu or Butterfly Fairy, it is a deep affection for Zhuang Zhou. Although hundreds of millions of years have not had a moment of hesitation.

"it is good."

Du Fu looked at Nanhua coldly, and her heart was like a mirror. Because she had to be clear, Nanhua in front of her eyes was no longer Zhuang Zhou. Even so, the name of Nanhua could never be destroyed in his hands.

"I will have my heart to the moon, and I will see the moon in the divine. If this is the case, then I will be with you from this moment."

Nanhua Shen Sheng said, eyes staring at the front, even Jiang Chen did not understand, whether the grief in his eyes is true or false, the cuckoo and the butterfly fairy immortal insistence, this time, there is no room for any maneuver.

"Butterfly Fairy, Princess Du Fu, deep and righteous, old dragon admire. Today's World War I will have a result. Nanhua real person is the congenital Taoism of the ancient times, admiring people, I definitely do not allow the name of Nanhua real person, was Feel free to trample."

"Zhulong Emperor, there is work."

Du Fu said, the Zulong Emperor is also a big man in the ancient times. Although they are no longer the glory of the past, they have to say that they are still in the same breath, absolutely not allowed the name of Nanhua, and they are insulting Zhuang Zhou.

Nanhua’s gaze, the offensive of the three men, is also unceremonious, and directly to South China.

"I hope everything is safe."

Jiang Chen silently said that he knows the current battle, he is powerless to return to the sky, whether it is the Zulong Emperor or the Du Fu, or the Butterfly Fairy, the real means are comparable to the Supreme, even after Jiang Chen confidently swept the younger generation, but at this moment, he was somewhat stretched.

Jiang Chen’s internal view of Dantian, his soul has turned into a grain of sand at this moment, even Jiang Chen himself does not know, what is the role of this grain of sand? Jiang Chen urged Da Yan refining soul. At that moment, Jiang Chen’s soul of the emperor’s soul gradually became a little swaying. A piece of sand in his mind burst into a glimmer of brilliance.

"Da Yan refining, soul movement!"

Jiang Chen brows his wrinkles, his soul realm, even at this moment, can only be placed 10 meters away, 10 meters away, his soul can not be touched, but between Jiang Chenyu, pupil tightening, 10 meters Within, even if it is a dust, Jiang Chen can see it really, it seems to be in the heart of his heart, the transparent dust, the pulsating spirit of the gods, including the aroma of the air, as if In the control of Jiang Chen.

Ten meters!

Only ten meters, but within this ten meters, Jiang Chen is like a supreme king, and he is in the world.