Nine Dragons War Sovereign

In the underground palace.

The sky appeared in time, saved Fengyu's life and flew out the opposite leaf Lingzhen.

Ye Ling retreated and knelt on one knee. Blood flew out of her mouth. Her face was as cold as ice. She looked up and looked at the opposite sky.

"Cang?"

"Master, he is Ye Ling!"

Feng Yu, who was scolded by the sky as a waste, heard that the sky called Ye Ling "heaven", which made him mistakenly think that the sky recognized the wrong person and quickly opened his mouth to correct it.

When Feng Yu finished, he saw that the sky suddenly squinted at Feng Yu behind him, and the corners of his mouth were cold, making people smile like stepping into death.

"Shut your mouth."

"There's no place for you to talk here, you useless thing!"

Feng Yu was still in shock, but the sky angrily scolded him. In his opinion, Feng Yu could not help the mud to the wall, which wasted his attention, but he was such a waste.

Hearing what the sky said, Feng Yu's heart was mentioned to his throat. He knew the horror of the sky, and his life was in the hands of the sky.

"Asshole!"

"One Ye Ling is enough for me to deal with. Now there is another sky. Can I only be bullied?"

Feng Yu gnawed his teeth fiercely, but he dared not say anything in his heart. Facing the sky, he could only bear it, because the sky was so terrible that he had to rely on the sky in the future.

"God!"

"I won't let you succeed, let alone integrate your body and soul."

"Standing here, I'll take you on the road. It won't waste our brother's time!"

The sky took back its cold eyes, looked at Ye Ling opposite, smiled strangely, and even determined that Ye Ling was "heaven", saying words that people couldn't touch their heads.

Ye Ling frowned. The sky in front of him was very strong. He was mistaken by the sky for "heaven", which made him feel very upset. When he thought of the sea of suffering, "heaven" said to himself.

"Who is your brother?"

"Open your dog's eyes and show me clearly. My name is Ye Ling, not the" Cang "in your mouth!"

Ye Ling raised her eyebrows and looked very cold. She glared at the opposite sky and solemnly reminded him that he was him, not "heaven".

No matter what the heaven and the sky have, it's between them. Does it have a fart relationship with his Ye Ling?

"Ha ha!"

In the face of Ye Ling's denial, the sky smiled and shook its head without arguing. What he knew, Ye Ling did not know, and what he saw, Ye Ling may not know.

Since he would rather pretend to be a fool, why should he let him die?

"Come forward and die!"

The laughter in the sky stopped suddenly. He narrowed his cold eyes and looked at Ye Ling opposite. He raised his hand and hooked his index finger to guide Ye Ling to die.

In the face of such defiant provocation from the sky, how can Ye Ling's anger be calmed?

With enough strength, the power in the body works extremely. The whole body's breath erupts like a volcano, the power of the four dragons erupts at the peak, and the whole body thunders like a roar.

Teng!

At this time, Ye Ling suddenly rose from the ground, turned into a shadow of running thunder, crossed the void, swept through the thunder, and roared into the opposite sky.

Ye Ling's firepower is fully open, but the opposite sky sneers and disdains. With a wave of his outstretched right hand, there is an invisible mysterious force, like a sharp blade, which instantly decomposes the power impacted by Ye Ling.

Poop!

Ye Linggang just got close to the sky. He suddenly felt powerless. His strength was like a deflated balloon, which disappeared in an instant.

Ye Ling lost her strength and even couldn't fly. Like a waste, she fell heavily to the ground and lay at the foot of the sky.

The reality is so cruel and realistic.

In the face of her strong strength, Ye Ling is still a drop in the bucket. Like mole ants, she has become a waste without the power to bind chickens.

The sky is the strong one who has the power above the holy Empire, beyond common sense and above the rules.

Raising your hand can destroy everything. Stamping your feet can make the sky tremble. It's easy to deal with a Ye Ling whose cultivation has not reached the holy emperor's realm.

"His grandmother's!"

"If I have such strength, I'm still afraid of an egg?"

Feng Yu's eyes are tongue tied, but her heart is incomparably shocked.

Seeing that the sky was just a wave, Ye Ling had no mana at all. It was like frost eggplant. Dalton wilted.

This is better than killing Ye Ling.

Accustomed to Ye Ling's forced appearance, now he sees that ye Lingli doesn't follow his heart, like a waste with no strength to bind a chicken. He Fengyu really wants to step forward and burst Ye Ling's head.

In the distance, Tianmu, who was black and blue, saw that Ye Ling was so vulnerable in front of the sky, but he seemed to be dreaming.

"He will kill Ye Ling."

"Why does he have such strong resentment against Ye Ling?"

Tianmu looked pale, and his eyebrows and eyes were blinking. He saw that the resentment in the sky was very heavy, which was directed at his Ye Ling.

He doesn't move.

Tianmu's heavenly eye is just a beginning. He doesn't have that ability at all. When he looks at the heart through the sky, he can only see the superficial appearance.

Murong eagle and Murong family were frightened. The Heavenly Lord showed great power, and greedy for ink was naturally happy.

The sinner who almost killed them is not as good as a dog. They are hating and praying for the sky to make Ye Ling disappear completely.

"How?"

"Empty has its body, not its soul."

"You're not my opponent at all. I've scared you with one finger."

The sky showed a sneer and looked down at Ye Ling lying at his feet. His eyes were full of ridicule and contempt, because he was the one who laughed last.

Ye Ling, lying on the ground, faced the humiliation of the sky and the words that did not match the turbidity, hit a thousand waves in Ye Ling's heart.

"You're proud, aren't you?"

"You keep calling me" God ". Why don't I have any impression of you?"

"Since you said you were brothers with me, why did you give me such a hard hand?"

Ye Ling looked up and looked at the proud sky opposite. He was puzzled.

What is the body? What is a soul?

If he is "Cang", who is Ye Ling?

What is he clinging to? Or do I sink and sink into reincarnation?

Is it a dream? Why so realistic?

Why is all this?

He needs a reasonable explanation, a reason to believe.

Oh, God.

The sky is even more so.

Two selves, do you really have two different memories and lives?

"Ha ha!"

See Ye Ling's confused virtue.

He found the sky very funny.

The "God" who once talked and laughed with himself and had great ambitions has become an ignorant teenager now.

Who is not frivolous when young?

Ridiculous ignorance destroys a life.

"Brother, that's just once."

"You and I can only survive. You don't need to understand all this. Come in the confusion, go in the confusion!"

The sky shook its head and the past was like clouds and smoke. Since I'm dead, why mention that year?

After ruthless indifference.

The dark light in the palm of the sky condensed, and the power of terror burned like fire.

He looked coldly at Ye Ling on the ground and smiled when he waved, because in the next second, everything will be completely over. He is still the sky, and there is no "sky" in the world.

How can Ye Ling, lying on the ground, be willing to wait for death?

I saw that at the moment of electro-optic flint, the blood light in Ye Ling rushed out, and a dry blood hand directly blasted to the incoming sky.

Boom!

The fine awn splashed everywhere, and the blood light collapsed.

The sky dome was broken by a blow, which made it impossible to go back several steps under the sky dome.

Lying on the ground, Ye Ling stands in front of a blood coffin, which is the burial coffin in Ye Ling's body.

The burial coffin appeared out of thin air. There was a slight floating of blood light and a strong smell of blood around it, which made people feel that the blood of the whole body was countercurrent and could rush out of the body at any time.

The evil spirit of terror is at its zenith.

Ye Ling, lying on the ground, although he is weak and imprisoned by the sky with regular power, he has not really reached the end of the mountain and water.

He raised his hand and pressed it on the burial coffin in front of him, bit his teeth, stood up, shook his thin body, leaned on the burial coffin, and looked at the sky opposite with a smile.

"His grandmother's."

"Which one is he singing?"

"Clearly it's the end of a powerful crossbow. Can it continue to be so arrogant?"

Feng Yu was surprised.

Staring at Ye Ling in the opposite direction, he was surprised. He had an ominous premonition, which made him confused.

It's not just Fengyu.

In the distance, Tianmu's face was pale, and his eyes looking at Ye Ling were full of fear. His spirit was trembling, and his eyebrows and eyes were bleeding.

"He... What does he want to do?"

"Why is there a face looking at me and smiling in that blood coffin?"

Tianmu's panic was boiling. He stared at the burial coffin opposite. He actually had a sign of death.

"Tiansha lone star?!"

The sky looked dignified, and he was shocked by the bloody hand just now.

However, after seeing the burial coffin in front of Ye Ling, he had an ominous omen. He felt that the interior of the burial coffin condensed the strongest spirit of heavenly evil in the world. The interior was violent and wanton, just like a wild beast waiting to come out of its cage.

"Followed me so long."

"It's time for you to come out and meet people."

"Don't let me down on you? My life is on you."

Ye Ling looked at the sky opposite, but she was talking to the air. It seemed that she was mentally abnormal.

Buzz!

As Ye Ling finished, there was a buzzing sound in the burial coffin he relied on. Then he saw the burial coffin shaking and the coffin cover trembling.

Boom!

At this time, the lid of the coffin slammed open, and a thick blood mist erupted from the inside. The smell was rotten and smelly.

Feng Yu on the other side was frightened by the six souls. He quickly stepped back and nearly fell to the ground.

The Murong family were all eyes congested, their bodies trembled, their legs softened and fell on their knees. Strands of blood flew out of their bodies and quickly flew to the front of the burial coffin.

"Ah...!"

A corner of the burial coffin was opened, and strands of blood poured into the coffin. Only a penetrating sound came from the inside, as if panting.

After the sound disappeared, a dry, blood stained hand suddenly stretched out from the open coffin cover.