Dragon-Marked War God

Once upon a time, he had never felt this way. Even if it was the soul of the emperor, and he was outside the millions of miles, he had no such feeling at that moment. This sand is so ordinary, within ten meters. Jiang Chen believes that even the strongest person of God's honor can not escape from the palm of his hand. The sand of this soul is really strange.

This feeling is really a bit of a chicken rib. Within ten meters, who will become your prey? Moreover, between Jiang Chen and his moment, the power of his soul seems to have been greatly depleted.

"Da Yan refining the soul, gathering gas!"

A grain of sand from Jiang Chen, turned into a sea, is a vast ocean, and it is the sand sea. Jiang Chen feels that the sand sea is endless, and he is in the boundless sand sea. In the middle, a grain of sand has become an endless sea of ​​sand, like a fantasy, but Jiang Chen knows that this is not a fantasy.

"The soul of the emperor, so amazing!"

Jiang Chen thought of a move, Shahai instantly returned to the position, that sand, reappeared in his mind, but Jiang Chen's face, but already pale to the extreme.

The power of Jiang Chen’s soul has been thought to have been extremely depleted, but he is surprised by his inner feelings. The door of the warrior who was originally buried in the river of Jiang Dian Dan Tian is shocked by Huo Ran’s soul. But at this moment, the door of the Warriors was opened.

In the door of the Warriors, the broken world, at the moment when the dust of Jiang Chen’s soul broke in, the heavens and the earth vibrate, the gates of the warriors, thousands of souls, Jiang Chen seems to be able to feel the sadness and sadness of those souls. .

"The door of this warrior is so strange!"

Jiang Chen thought in his heart that he did not know that his soul was graver, and he was even more surprised.

However, it didn't take long for Jiang Chen to feel the power of the soul within the door of the Warrior, slowly blending into his soul's gravel, and his soul gravel, in the world of the Warriors' Gate, seems to be able to feel thousands of miles. Mountains and rivers and grasses, billions of miles of change.

Jiang Chen thought of a move, the door of the Warrior was actually held in his hands, this is a broken world!

The dust of the soul of Jiang Chen fell on the peak of the world of the Warriors, just as the dust settled.

At the top of the Beishan Mountain, the old man in white looks at Du Fushan, the Minghai Gorge in the Bohai Sea, and looks dignified.

"Da Yan three doors, one heavy one to go to heaven. The gods of the gods, finally have to wake up."

Jiang Chen’s eyes are at the moment. At this moment, the three wars of South China, whether they are Du Fu or the butterfly fairy, or even the Zulong Emperor, are all under his strong repression, and they are extremely embarrassed.

"Where is the world, I can fight with me? Hahaha."

Nanhua said with a big smile, a terrible road of morality, with the pressure of destroying the earth and destroying the land, forced the three people to have no means to resist, the power of terror, seemingly light, but dangerous .

"Twelve Fire Gods!"

Jiang Chen immediately recruited 12 fire gods, united a blow, rushed to Nanhua, and hand-in-hand with the gas, the 12 fire gods next to Jiang Chen, was repulsed away, Jiang Chen palm Tianlong sword , sweeping invincible, Unicom 12 fire gods, are not able to compete with Nanhua, Du Fu and Butterfly Yixian, one after another was shaken back, pretty face covered with frost, Jiang Chen heart is extremely worried, although they are inside The soul is controlled by the cuckoo and the butterfly fairy, but it is the body of Yancheng and Moling Dongchen.

The ancestors of the ancestors were unparalleled in war, but now he is hard to reach one-tenth of the peak period. The tyrannical golden dragons in the hands of the ancestors of the ancestors raged out, the dragon-shaped tiger shadows, the shocking sky, the world, and the world. It is deafening.

"A group of humble guys who want to fight with me, you are not qualified enough."

Nanhua screamed, with the wind in the palm of his hand, thunder and smashing, Jiang Chen and the twelve fire gods, was instantly smashed, if it was not the 12 fire gods to resist, Jiang Chen must also suffer a death-like heavy blow.

The shadow of the soul of the ancestors of the ancestors is also more and more weak. The cuckoo and the butterfly fairy are spurting, and the state is quite worrying.

"Damn guy."

The ancestors of the ancestors snorted, but they could do nothing.

"The world is not benevolent, everything has been a dog, happy, is this a happy? Zhuang Zhouzi, your way, where is it?"

Jiang Chen looked at the North Mountain and thundered. At that moment, he knew that the Zulong Emperor had tried his best. Du Fu and the Butterfly Fairy were also helpless. Now they are already back to heaven.

Let them do whatever they want, but they are still not the rivals of Nanhua real people. Jiang Chen can only look to the north. He knows that the old man in white who will be deadwood must be Zhuang Zhou. At this moment, he is the only hope.

At the top of the mountain, the old man in white sighed and looked down. It seemed that he was getting old for a moment.

"Cheng Cheng is also exquisite, defeat is also exquisite. I am happy, but finally happy. My happy way, whether it is a road."

Zhuang Zhouzi whispered, and his heart was mixed.

Du Fu and the butterfly fairy are all looking at Jiang Chen. At that moment, the light in their eyes is extremely complicated. It is like a sigh to Jiang Chen, and it is like a feeling of Jiang Chen. It seems like a common understanding. Even Jiang Chen Unsure, now they are Du Fu and the butterfly fairy, or Yan Qingcheng and Mo Ling Dongchen.

"I laughed from the cross knife to the sky, who can break the road ahead, and I will be happy, and I will never have Zhuang Zhouzi again. Hahaha."

Nanhua said proudly, his eyes glanced, like a sword, let everyone shudder.

Jiang Chen’s gaze always looks to the North Mountain. At this moment, Zhuang Zhouzi did not let him down. Not long ago, when his soul was overwhelmed by the Emperor’s mountain, Jiang Chen knew that the mountain’s top, the man, was always there. .

"At the moment of my path, I once said that there is no South China in the world."

Zhuang Zhouzi stepped into the air. At that moment, all the eyes of the people were all condensed on him. In the eyes of Du Fu, there was a love, a butterfly, and a fairy.

"You have already gone through the road, why do you want to be partial to the red dust? Is it indifferent to you, the relationship between you and me, hundreds of millions of years?"

Nanhua looked at Zhuang Zhouzi, Shen Sheng said, in the eyes of Du Fu and the butterfly fairy, although they are both old and young, they are generally the same.

"You end up for me, I am sympathetic, and my age is sad, your ambition is too big."

Zhuang Zhouzi is faint and looks calm, as opposed to Nanhua's four eyes, just like looking at himself when he was young.

"I am too ambitious? Hahaha, how did you know that, Xiaoyao Dao, this is the first in the world, but you have no intention to cultivate the Tao, let the heavens and the earth go away, let the nine days raging, let the Taikoo power fly, and even see you Nothing, you can swallow this breath, but I can't swallow it!"

Nanhua sighed and shouted, his eyes sharp and sharp.

"There is nothing in the world, and the mediocrity is self-interesting. If you are not guilty, you have no beginning."

Zhuang Zhouzi Road.