Tales of Herding Gods

Chapter 425: God of War, never give up old

噗通.

Qiao Xingjun sat down, staring at the sword, looking at the old rivals coming forward, laughing lowly: "The old man, you and me are all puppets, the **** of the gods. Even if you fight to stop us here, how can From the sky, there are two people. We are only used to attract you. They really want to start the heavenly artifacts. There are others. Yankang is destined to be destroyed..."

Opposite him, the huge Yuanshen behind the head of the village is incredibly fierce, like a **** burning with flames, but at this moment the **** is also broken and difficult to support.

His gods are gradually dimmed, and may be extinguished at any time, but suddenly the flames are flourishing, repeated again and again, apparently trying to maintain the peak of the final blood.

"Qiao Xingjun, where is another person?"

The head of the village came and ignored the other people on the battlefield. His eyes fell on his body: "You and I are old, and people will die. Their words are also good. Do you really want to see?" Countless lives are destroyed in Yankang?"

Suddenly, there was a cracking sound in the body of Qiao Xingjun. The handsome **** was so ruthless and sneered: "These inferior creatures die and die, what do you do with me?"

He looked up at the sky and muttered: "The star that belongs to me is finally going to fall."

Hey.

His sword made a slight crack, followed by a whistling sound, then slowly intensive, the sound was getting louder and faster, and the cracking sound from his body gradually became dense.

The Yuanshen behind the head of the village gradually dimmed. He encouraged the blood to let his gods restore their peaks again, but they could not ignite.

Now, the flesh is like a broken bellows that is leaking everywhere. He wants to rekindle the vitality, but he is too broken to ignite.

He is disabled, has no limbs, has a great influence on his body, and has a great influence on his combat power. But even more crucial is that he is old.

He is so old that his life has come to an end. He had more than a year of Shouyuan. If Anan’s old-age pension and honest cultivation, he might be able to repair the bridge before he died. , enter another realm and become a god.

However, this battle made him exhaust the last blood of his body.

Now he can no longer reignite.

"Tell me, where is another person going?"

The village chief sighed: "Joe Xingjun, where did you come from? Have you been like these people, are you the low-lying species in your mouth?"

Qiao Xingjun had already closed his eyes and waited for death. Suddenly his body trembled, his eyes opened, his eyes were hollow, and there was no vitality. There was another sword wound on his body.

The sword wound is deepening and it seems that there is an invisible sword that cuts and cuts the body of his god.

The last move of the village chief, his vitality was cut off, his gods were collapsing, his body was torn, and he was destined to die here.

"What is the use?"

Qiao Xingjun bowed his head and smiled and said: "Do you still have the ability to stop them? You have to die, old friends, settle down, sit down and go on the road with me. On the Huangquan Road, let's go together..."

The village chief said: "Tell me, which way did they go from?"

Qiao Xingjun looked up at him, and Mumu’s eyes moved slowly, looking at the big market in the darkness. The breathing suddenly rushed: “They should be coming soon... cough and cough, if you still have the ability, then stop them. ""

His face changed greatly, violently grabbed the village chief's clothes, and screamed exhaustedly: "I saw the fire, and Yankang became the fire after the death of many souls. They are asking for my life! Stop them! Don't let these people The death turns into my sin... You don’t come over, don’t come over! It’s not my business, I’m also obeying things... I have a debt, I don’t want to kill you!”

The village chief broke his hand and went away.

Qiao Xingjun’s eyes are getting more and more holes, as if he is seeing something terrible, he cried wildly: “I’m not helpless, I’m helpless, don’t ask for my life!”

"I saw countless paper boats, a lot of paper boats, driving from Yankang to the dark... God, what is that? The corner of Tubo...Hell! Here is hell!"

"Save me out! Real God, where is the true God on my head? Come and save me! You promised me, will not let Tubo take me, judge me... save me-"

......

After a while, Qiao Xingjun’s face with endless fear stopped breathing.

Snapped.

The sword in his hand suddenly turned into a powder, broken a place, Qiao Xingjun had no breath of the body to fall forward, the sword sore broke out, tearing his body.

The village chief rushed into the darkness of the big market and ran fast. His gods were sometimes bright and sometimes dim. He tried to spur the last heart of the blood to promote his own body and not let his will be annihilated.

He can feel the call of death, and his body has become more and more difficult to bind his soul, and death is getting closer and closer to him.

He feels that there is something chasing him. In fact, he often has this feeling in recent years. It should be the call of the world of the secluded world. It is the rule of heaven and earth that binds him and wants to detain his soul.

As the body gradually dies, this sense of restraint is getting stronger and stronger, and the call from another dark world is getting stronger.

The contract of Tubo, everyone signed this kind of contract from the moment of birth, as long as the body died, the soul is owned by Tubo, and silence is in the quiet.

The flesh is not dead, it is the key to jumping out of the earth's covenant. The gods practice the flesh to the gods. In the last god, there is a bridge of the gods. The gods cross the bridge to become gods. At that time, the body became a god, the gods. No longer bound by the covenant of the soil.

The village head originally had this possibility, and now the strike of Qiao Xingjun before his death ruined his way.

He can only hope that he can find another **** in the future to go to the disaster, but even if they find them, he does not know whether he still has the strength to continue fighting.

"I am really old..."

The village chief felt the blood floating, unable to restrain his own god, the Yuanshen suddenly violently shaking, to leave the body, he still did not dare to stop, perhaps he stopped, and will fall forever.

He went crazy, and there were countless monsters in the dark who were eager to move, followed him along the foothills, waiting for the moment he died.

When he fell, these monsters would swarm and tear him apart.

He ran slower and slower, feeling that his body with no limbs was getting heavier and heavier. The village chief suddenly had some sorrow. He smiled and wanted to stop: "I am really dying..."

At this time, he saw a big bird fluttering in the darkness, the big bird flew to his front and landed on a hill. The big bird patted his wings and gathered his wings to become a bird’s first person. The gods used their birds to care for their feathers.

"Time is up." The big bird heard the voice.

The village head continued to move forward, and the speed was getting slower and slower.

"hold on!"

He heard his voice as if it was coming from a hundred thousand miles away, far away, hehe.

"Let's wait, I still haven't finished!"

The **** of the first bird looked at him with a strange look and continued: "Time is up."

"Hold on."

The village chief heard himself crying. "Let's wait a second. I don't want Yankang to become hell. I can fight again. After all, I am the emperor of this land. I still have the responsibility and burden..."

There was a snoring in the darkness, like the singer’s first **** laughing. The head of the village was angry and rushed to the crown: "Do you dare to laugh at me? I am old but old, but my aspirations have not changed!"

The **** of the first bird flew up, dispelling the monster in the darkness, hovering around him, and suddenly fell on the branch in front of him. He smiled and said: "I laughed and brave, and I have no power. ”

The village head turned a deaf ear and continued to walk forward. After a while, he saw the bird’s head **** stopped in front of him and cried: “It’s time to go. If you don’t leave, the shadow of Tubo will come! You are an old man waiting for you."

"I can still fight..."

The village chief saw that his face had turned black, and the dead air had spread to his head, letting his brain into death.

His gods began to collapse, but his gods still stood on the bridge, but under the bridge was endless darkness, bottomless darkness.

Here is his Shenqiao gods. There should be nothing outside, but there is something in the dark that invades. It is another world, the world of the solitude.

His flesh entered death, and the world of Umno invaded from his god.

In the endless darkness, a paper boat floated from the depths of his god's possession and approached his god.

He should leave. If he does not leave, Tubo will take away his god.

The head of the village head looks to the opposite side of the bridge, where is the Xuan approach bridge where the heavenly court is located, but there is still a distance between the two bridges. He must cultivate into a god, so that it is possible to pass this distance and enter another The realm of myth.

However, his qi and blood have completely dried up, and the vitality has been unable to rush in the body of death. He is almost impossible to provoke the gods.

"As a human emperor, I have to fight again!"

He made a roar, but he could not hear his voice. At this time, he saw a ship, a ship coming from the darkness.

The ship is like a three-legged scorpion made up of mountains. One of the moons flows through the hull from the hull. On that ship, there is a giant who picks up a half-moon and slams into a demon. The gods are cruel!

The village chief suddenly stopped.

Moon boat.

He once saw this ship. When he went to find the worry-free township, Qin Mu once drove the ship through the darkness to find his trace.

I did not expect him to meet this ship again here.

The battle with the ship is from the gods of the gods. Compared with Yan Jingjing, Qin Mu is too violent, and picks up the shackles of the moon, and does not care about the consequences!

In addition to him, there is also Long Qilin on the ship. On the back of the dragon, there are small foxes, sages, and a royal blue king who dances around the big ship and kills with another god.

"Shepherd..."

The village chief’s eyes were filled with tears, and a heart suddenly fell down, and the heart slowly stopped beating.

The bird’s head **** looked at him sideways and said: “You can rest assured now? Go with me, the king is still waiting for you.”

The heart of the village chief beat the last time and smiled: "I don't accept the old."

His **** leaped from the bridge and rushed to the heavenly court.

"I was born to be a **** of war! Never give up old!"

His gods laughed, and the swords swayed and rushed to the radiant heaven. This moment seemed to be eternal.

However, his white-haired body fell.

Qin Mu followed the sound and saw that the village chief gradually solidified into a stone statue falling from the sky.

————Second!

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