King's Dimensional Journey

"Wanfen...sorry, Your Majesty Nyarlathotep."

To do this, I am afraid that the hunter will be the holy envoy of Naia, and let it flap its wings and perform the ceremony with blood on its chest, so as to express the respect and fear of the saints.

In the same way, Miss Nero did not imitate this opportunity.

"——Zhu Qiba, Yu Zhimo! Show off your bright light!"

The use of treasures, the exaggerated golden theater, and the construction of the cave violate the law.

In the theatre, musical instruments were loaded with purple scorpions to destroy the insects, and they all aimed at the scorpions and put them in to prevent the scorpion snakes.

However, it is not a body clad in scales, nor is it a thin, fragile wing.

"Praise the theater of gold!"

+ Comparing with the military treasures, a bunch of bright lights are flourishing, brightening the whole hole in the sky.

I'm afraid Hunting Palm is not as thick and thin as Wang Mu's. Its wings are thicker and weaker, not only for attacking, but also for its strong wings.

After flashing those flashes, Nero's treasure paraphernalia accurately pierced through a pair of wings of the fearsome snake.

Lost and stagnant, so the traction and the fear cloth catches the place and falls.

The snake uses the secret technique to fly, so that it can't fall into the world.It's impossible to avoid the situation, however, with the extinct and extinct birds that fly and move the dreadnought claws, which are less dexterous than ordinary snakes.

But Joan of Arc, who had just made preparations for the dark green array, was stunned.

With a single leap, the undiscovered secret art array was violently shattered by the Holy Spear.

puff!

"------!"

It is difficult to express the mourning and mourning, and the fear of being pierced by the holy spear protected by the snake and the scales.

With no poisonous smell, Joan burst out and turned her spear desperately, trying to shatter the mind of the Dread Hunter, ensuring a quick end to the battle.

However, if you are injured, you may not be able to reduce the bulk of the hunter's hand.

The body of the snake twists and turns to let it swing halfway up and down. After a few rolls on the gorgeous red carpet, the saint uses the spear in his palm to stop the momentum. Hit the theater walls in the form of Nero's Noble Phantasm.

Mystery is still a thing of the past.

Fearing that the hunter would fly some of the newly acquired scorpions, he ascended to the top of the theater, and swept off all the chandeliers decorated with Nero as if to vent his anger.

- Whoops.

The noise from the falling of the metal chandelier was mixed with the ambiguous anger of the fear that the hunter's mouth was injured.

".My respect...you despicable cheesecake!"

The corners of its slit mouth are dripping with filthy filthy blood, although Joan's blow touched the brain of the fearful snake, but it is different from other kinds of harm, this damage is not as good as that of the guard All kinds of death.

"When I paid homage to the great saint, you made me lose my composure. Hurray! This remorse will be paid for by your life... No!!"

Before I could say anything, there was another burst of severe pain and the announcement of the fear of the hunter.

It's strange, it's jumping from time to time, so you're afraid of the snake's head when you talk to Nero.

Her posture is still elegant, like a red rose.Its palms, its twisted greatswords, pierced the wounds made by Joan of Arc.

dripping.

"Although Ran Yu is a hero, and Qing is a weird person, we should oppose each other. If I didn't stand in the position of Young Master Yuzhi against Qing, I would like to apologize——I apologize."

Nero said dully.

Afterwards, when Hatsushiba opened the hilt of the sword, the flames obtained by the emperor's privilege seemed to erupt in an instant, and the orange-red hot flames poured into the torso of the Terror Hunter.

Chapter 596 Erase

Get rid of the snakes and show up.

The snake's body swelled, and every gap in the scales beeped and revealed its innocence.

I am in pain, I am afraid of the snake, I am even lost, and I am crying in pain.

This is not the case, but the hunting palm is probably not a mimicry, but it has everything to do with heat and flames.It symbolizes the four elements, and it was ruled by the old days and ignited Cthugya, and it belongs to the servants, and it is the enemy of this group of Nyarlathotep holy envoys. For a long time, there are conflicts, and there is no need to fear that the sesame snake will die and the sesame essence will be burned.

——For some resistance, I'm afraid the hunting palm is not as good as it could be.

The flames continued to lose, and after the fear spread and the dust turned from head to toe, Nero's body took out the first seed.Nero's golden theater and ink painting scars dissipated, feared the death of the hunter and the consequences of its disappearance, it caused the occult group to lament that the walls disappeared in an instant, and behind the walls sat a stone pedestal The evil sage reappeared.

Just now Joan of Arc saw Naia, and found that it was slightly missing.

It still has the same silver-haired, feminine and human-like appearance, but its clothes are also different from the modern skirts, not the tattered, old-fashioned long robes.Pao Yizhi, and countless hateful transformations, one after another, and a movie with a blurred curtain of history and history.

The sanctification ceremony, Yan Ran Yijing entered the final chapter.

"Which stupid guy, this piece of Holy Seed land dares to show off its strength, and Nimon gave it a lot of opportunities to die and reflect."

Fearing that the snake will die and die, it will not make Naia flustered, and it will say regretful words with contempt in its mouth.

And when the trials of being favored by the saints come to light, the fate of a blessed one is indeed at stake.If only the stone seat of Naia is bound and left untouched, then there is no need for Nero and Joan to hold it, for it will also be frenzied. Swallow the palm into the belly.

The blond-haired saint couldn't hear the words of the evil saint, but he spoke clearly.

It drew the unsheathed sword from its waist.

The blade of the sword is clean and snowy, and the hilt is in the shape of a regular cross, wrapped around the iron rope that symbolizes the bondage of Jesus.

Well, this is the ordinary silver sword bestowed on Joan by Saint Catherine.After the demise and disappearance of the saint, some elegy turned into a conceptual crystallization of the saint, and it holds the holy spear and the precious treasures.

When the sheath was imitated, there was no level, but after pulling out this sword for 900 years, it will be better than Jier Gamey, and it will be far away from the sun wheel of Pichia and Karna, by the way The demise is the same as the demise, and it is not counted at this level.

The saint of Honglianzhi—Joan of Arc was tortured and died at the moment of death.

Joan of Arc held the silver sword, step by step to attack the evil saint, narrowing the capture range of the treasure that needs to be used to exert its full power.

"Hey, Nidhi's partner, turn around. I've said that I've seen it and it's true, and the revelation is that it's absolutely true, and the bad results just coincided with what I've seen. There is no conflict between me and me. If Ke Yi said something, I would say this is the truth."

Back then, when they were sitting in the room, Wang Mu refused to talk to Joan, but she refused to talk about it, and refused to share her attitude.

However, it is not like that, it is more like the description of P.

"Real appearance? In this kind of situation, is it possible for Niu to hold the palm of his hand?"

Hearing the condolences, Naia covered her mouth with her sleeves, and smiled gracefully.

"Don't be happy to perish and die, holy man. You say that Wang Mu and I are so ugly, and you are making excuses to appease you. It's true. That's it. It’s a waste of time, why don’t you point Ni’s conceptually crystallized sword at me, and let me let Wang Mu come down and end the farce.”

"It's been a long time since I've been away for hundreds of thousands of years, and I'm really looking forward to it. It's so hot that it's so hot, it's enough to dissolve a saint's cosmetics—or even give it to me How about lying down as a bonfire?"

Based on Weige alone, Nyarlathotep surpassed Naktugyazhi.

As pure as the guardians dominate, Nyogda, the ministries, is the symbol of the four elements, and the cornerstone of the sanctity system.When the evil sun is dry and the flames are violent, it is the ashes of the guardians who turned Nyarlathotep when the Ngai Forest was in full bloom.

Joan of Arc, what's the deal with the endgame of human beings who are short-lived in the pan?

"I'm lying down."

If there is no answer, there are some answers, Joan of Arc is not too embarrassing.

This does not conflict with its mission.

"Damn. No matter what you're trying to achieve with the Holy Grail, the history of humanity belongs to humans, but it's the history that you've buried in this history. It's burning If the judge is ordered to appear, why not let the distortion spread to the backs of human beings!"

Pile up rhetoric, speak with a clever tongue, in the final analysis, the tsunami in Fuyuki City, the tsunami of the new generation, and the fact that Wang Mu and Naia caused the disaster directly or indirectly.

Even if she returns to the seat of Ganoderma lucidum, Joan of Arc hopes that after it leaves, someone will play out such tragedies for her.

——It’s not that the war issue has brought misery, but one Fuyuki city is enough.

At a suitable distance, Joan of Arc, like a holy spear, turned her younger brother's treasure upside down, and held the sharp blade in her palm.

It didn't seem to seep through the palm of Ye Yi's palm any time the sword was cut, just kneeling down like this.

Put your palms together and close your eyes.Despite the beautiful posture, there is no sense of martyrdom in it.

Nero noticed a little strangeness, the saint did not send a message of help when he came, so he sneaked quietly behind a big rock, trying to erase his regrets remove.

Watching the movement of the saint, Naia's robe stretched and stretched, covering the entire stone seat.

The evil sages who perform sacrificing rituals can't use sacred spells or the palms that consume a lot of power, which can cause everything to crash.

It's not easy for Naia to deal with the Noble Phantasm of Joan.

Where is the creeping and wriggling Chaos, the majesty of the face, the high messenger Nyarlathotep, and the extension of it that transforms a little bit of the sanctity.The Kabbalah, the Jewish religion, kills the sycamore tree, so that the health of the human beings, and the human beings are not harmful, but it is very different from the great Zictugyaweg, the Joan of Arc. It's a mile.

"——All are the glory of the sage, and the great achievements of the Sacred Palm. Condolences are conveyed during the day, and knowledge is conveyed at night. Not only do you talk, you speak, but your voice is warm. The sesame sprinkles all over the place, extending to the ends of the world. These ends go to the top, and all the way around the ends.”

Chapter 597 Unstoppable

The pockets of Joan of Arc rose, and even the songs of praise faintly lingered around the pockets of the saint.

Wash away the silver sword, wash away the sins of being baptized, and transform the karma to show off the light.

This one has a glow, and it looks like the clothes are faded, but it is as clean as the lotus flower when it replaces it.The braids are untied, and the long blond hair drags down the sides, and the picture scroll and game are too good to catch.

The sword hilts on the pick-up frame are like flame-flaming sesame flowers.

This novel of flames is a powerful one that makes Joan of Arc sway and kill.Convicted believe that this part is the punishment of relatives, while Joan firmly believes that this part is the ultimate relief.

He was not holding the hilt of the sword, but he was holding the saber tightly, and the solemn and solemn man pointed the hilt at the evil saint on the stone pedestal.

"The haze is gone! The queen of despair will surely usher in hope! ——! The saint of Honglianzhi"

At the first level, these treasures are activated by injecting life into them.It's not about the enemy, the army, or the like, but it's a treasure that can be obtained at the cost of sacrificing one's life and destroying any enemy.

The flames are so violent that Qi Jiaerna is violent, and Qi Zhou is lonely and arrogant, but the belief contained in it makes it short-lived. .

There is no such thing as this kind of thing.

The shining flower flames, the posture changed instantly and exploded, and the sharp blades continued to spread, spreading around, causing the evil saints of Zozaba to attack violently.

After burning at the entrance, carrying a silver palm suitcase, Wang Mu stood firmly in the cave just after turning over the barricade.

The aftermath of the flames blurred the saint's face.During this Holy Grail War, Wang Mupi's face was covered in flames, and his younger brother, Sanci.

The younger brother is Ma Huangdi's Yanyan, the younger brother is Karnadr Suriyazhi, and the solution of the sacred treasure is the younger brother Sanci.

Wang Mu said to cover the palms of the suitcase with silver palms, the water flow is simple and imitative, the cuffs of the suit are not there, and there is no water vapor rising slowly, but the aftermath of the saints and the flames are dissipated. The eclipse of the sun, the ape, the power, and the beauty is blocked.

It turned its head and said something behind its back.

"Hey, Jing Mi Ni is waiting for you_Where is this place?"

When they met along the way, the purple-haired assassin behind Wang Mu's ghostly body was revealed.

Part of Wu's cheeks turned red.

"Young Master Lao, Ni Feixi, belonging to you is not a hindrance..."

In the past, it was said that it should give priority to protecting the younger brother, but now the position is reversed, and a weaker person should be protected first.Although it's not right, it's quiet and I don't hate such regrets.

As alive as a real woman is, it's what it dreams of and dreams of.

Seeing An Mi's insistence, Wang Mu shrugged his shoulders and expressed his condolences, pointing out some heroic spirits and evil sages everywhere.

Inflammation of the red lotus, what is the basis?/p>

Except for Shizuo Zhizhi, who was against Bitong, the remaining two guards on the field did not pay attention to the situation.

Nero is a rare treasure that looks like a clover, but standing evil saints and saints, there is no leisure and scruples around them.

Noble Phantasm extracts its life.

The heroic spirit needs to pay attention to it now, but it is because it senses the fate, and the regular heroic spirit should not worry about these problems when it comes to safety.哃.

Even though the contract of the card lotus is connected, even if the chest is full, the holy sword of the saint is still drawn with the handle of the sword that resembles the lotus flower, bursting out a bright sesame seed of only one!

The scorching sun is shining, and the scorching scars are spreading in this dark place.

As long as it is destroyed, there should be no evil spirits left!

But——

"Is... not enough?"

The golden-haired, long-haired saint bit her lip, her face was pale and papery, and the palm and arm holding the sword trembled slightly.

It is ordered to turn Zhiyan into flames, burn iron to melt rocks, and destroy all existence.Unfortunately, all these things do not exist in the other side of the Kobu evil sage.

Nyarlathotep, the great saint who was praised, the silver-haired and blue-eyed man did not move at all, and the flames were all unpredictable, and the robes of yar were absorbed.In the long robes, one looks like a guy in a brightly colored dress, another looks like a bloodthirsty two-headed bat, and another looks like an unhealthy figure with a red face and a joke.

He is also the saint of thousands of appearances. The saints of chaos now eliminate the disputes of quality and quantity, and smooth out the ambiguous ones.

... Did it fail?