Dragon-Marked War God

Nine Nether God's face of indignation, impassioned, unparalleled in war, although knowing that he must die, he is not willing to take a step back, this is a kind of faith, but also a kind of obsession, a kind of pride that penetrates into the bones.

Han Yan looked serious, but he could not help the upper half, because his strength is not enough to change the situation and turn things around.

"Father, father!"

Han Yan looked sad, roared and said, running forward desperately, but at that moment, under the shackles of Jiu Ning Shen, he could not rush forward, letting his heart linger, his eyes blood red, blazing The light, falling on the three big mountains, is the mountain that no one of them can cross now.

"Go to hell, this is your only ending, your child will go with you."

Deaf people said faintly, no one can leave this place. They spend all their energy, time, years, and life. They want to completely eradicate the undead, so that they can never live forever. The nation is completely trapped in despair. Otherwise, if the undead are resurgent, they will be their biggest rivals.

"Children, remember, I am not wrong! In order to defend the glory of the undead, the father will not regret even though he died. From today, the inheritance of the undead will be replaced by you!"

Nine Nether God said, a black seed between his hands, he was shot by a palm, into the body of the cold, cold, and shocked, his body, like a thousand thousand The gas is shrouded in general, and it is completely involuntarily floating. The whole person is like a bath in a sea of ​​magic.

"Father, don't!"

Han Yan said that his face is full of struggles, his face is cold, and he is unwilling to accept this magical power, because he knows that this is the last trace of his father.

"The magic root is deep, it seems that you are planning to leave your hopes on your son. Unfortunately, all of you have to die, not dead, it is time to end."

If you are a singer, you will be very angry, but he has no other way. The last trace of the soul can only be planted in the body of the cold, so that he can become more powerful and able to replace I will complete the mission of guarding the immortality and guarding my mind.

In the body of Han Yan, a black seed shrouded in a magical spirit, planted in his dantian, constantly rooted, constantly breeding, constantly changing the atmosphere of the body, the deep roots of the magic, that is the inheritance of the undead It is the most powerful way of the devil between heaven and earth.

"Even if you want me to die, don't think too much!"

Nine Nether God smiles indifferently, his eyes are extremely cold, and the nine secluded gods are one enemy two, completely fearless of the people and Ge Ling, the three-person battle, shaking the entire ancient city of the river, this sky is also becoming more and more embarrassing, light and shadow Make up, the momentum is magnificent.

However, the strength of Jiu Ning Shen Shen, compared to the Shu Ren and Ge Ling, is a bit of a gap, and the last trace of his body, deep in the body of the cold, the strength of the two, has been a far cry, although the nine ghosts I want to drag them to death, but I still can't complete my mission.

Seeing the phantom of the nine ghosts is getting weaker and weaker, the breath is getting worse and worse, the cold eyes are like electricity, although they can't move, but the fury and violentness in the eyes can be imagined.

For Jiang Chen, he saw the end of a generation of the Styx, the end of the nine-day demon, and also witnessed the rise of the new generation of strong, cold, has become stronger and stronger, the atmosphere is more and more, the devil Deep roots, one day, he will reach the real strongman's realm and become the new generation of the owner of the Styx, allowing the undead to continue.

The phantom of the nine secluded gods gradually turned to nothingness, and the fist of Han Yan, at that moment, loosened, pale, and did not say a word, staring at the people and Ge Ling.

Jiang Chen also feels sad for Han Yan. For anyone, it is unacceptable. Seeing his father has become a nothingness, dissipating between heaven and earth, the kind of grief can be imagined.

Han Yan has always been unaccompanied, so he is fearless and has no worries, but just knows his father, inherits the inheritance of the undead, the father has dissipated, and the whole undead, also Only he is left, the kind of torture, the heartache and heartbreak that have been lost, so that Jiang Chen can almost feel the same.

At the same time, the eyes of the monks and Geering even fell on the body of Han Yan, because the nine ghosts are already dead, then his children can never survive, even if there is an undead. People are alive, for them, they are all great threats, killing the danger in the cradle, and the monks and Gealing have paid everything, all of them become seriously wounded and dying, and they are also facing the fallen crisis. They also paid their lives for their own business. In order to pursue the balance and justice, they also have no regrets.

"Undead, one, can't stay!"

The eyes of the people of the deaf, staring at the cold and dying.

Ge Ling is also the color of the face, the look of stunned, looking straight into the cold, the palm of the hand moves, and the cold is going away, a palm hit, the wind thunder!

"Go to hell, not dead, you shouldn't live in this world."

Ge Ling rises up to the sky and directly slams into the cold. At this moment, Han Yan is enduring the pain of the deep roots of the magic root, and can't fight at all.

But at this moment, the Dragon Thirteen came out of the body and directly stopped in front of Han Yan. Compared with Ge Ling, the look was extremely complicated.

"To kill him, you will kill me first!"

The dragon thirteen was intertwined with Gealing's eyes, and Ge Ling was shocked and stared at the dragon thirteen. Before that, he always had a battle with the nine ghosts, and did not notice the existence of the dragon thirteen, but at this time At this moment, the appearance of the dragon thirteen, but let his heart once again set off a wave of waves.

"You... you are..."

Geering's face gradually became severe and he took a deep breath.

"I am also a rock monkey. My name is Dragon III."

Long XIII looked at Gailing, his eyes were complicated. He didn't know how to face this father, because he also felt the psychological changes of Gailing, his eyes from the initial complexity to the ultimate pain and torture.

"Child... child! Is it really you?"

Ge Ling's gaze gradually softened. Between the heavens and the earth, there is only one Lingming stone monkey. That is him. If there is one, it is the child lost in the battle of the Taiko gods.