King's Dimensional Journey

Pure destructive power poured in, swirling curses and pain.

It’s two extremes to move it and Wang Mu’s agility, but it’s the living one. Although it’s unlucky and shapeless, it bleeds and hurts like it’s always weird, but it’s the foundation of the metaverse. The rules measure how it escapes too much.

Immediately, the whirlpool will end the state of turmoil.

It is very irritating, trying hard to digest the pain, turning around crazily, forcing the dark clouds and the sun flames that are scurrying around, trying to create gaps in the cracks.

Around the gap, eight small vortex curses spread out.

It approached the forts of some kind of holy secret meaning, and after drawing a dark cloud to form, they all aimed at Wang Mu one after another.

"!~.?"

The dangerous alarm caused his brain to explode, Wang Mu didn't hesitate, and quickly changed his mind to the next level, before falling back down.

The attack came.

Wang Mu's reaction was a hundred times higher than usual.

Chapter 641 Decomposition

If you are fast, those who have not entered the state of holy speed should use the P and make a posture of lifting the starter to resist.

The attack comes with too much chopsticks.

- Bang!

The curse turned into turbulence that erupted, causing it to penetrate the building and plow long marks on the cement floor.

Flying around, the one who bears the attack, the right arm of P is festered and injured, and the cycle of breaking and destroying is constantly repeated.

Ignoring the pain, Wang Mu's eyes stared at the whirlpool and cursed indifferently.

It also sets the general limit for judging the size of the enemy.

When the first birth happened, let it hurt, let it hurt you, let it touch it——

"If Nizhi doesn't have this level, it's just that Nizhi will go to some research courses in the future..."

Wang Mu pushed his hands on the broken cement floor.

At this time, the long bows it holds are also exchanged for the sacred swords it gathers.

Slashing with a knife to cut off the source of regret on the back of the palm, I am afraid that these people will give Wang Mu a brand new arm in an instant.

"Dear guest, how about you?"

The weird and soft lines, the happy face and the charming face are far away from Wang Muluo.

"Although the recorder should be in charge, do you...do you need a little help from me?" Holding the album in his hand, he asked the palm artist.

"Guan Xie Ni is also."

The Holy Sword of Rescue Zhizhi shines coldly.

At this time, Ke is just a top-notch playmate of the sage king.

"Give me some good advice, I want you to be a part of it." Wang Muxie said.

"There is no place for my son, I will guarantee that it will not affect Danny. If I die, I will go to hell after I die, and I will blame you."

"Haha, thanks to Nidi for your care."

The master artist didn't move his posture at all. When he was talking with Wang Mu, the brush in his palm kept beating, drawing page after page.

See the battle between the vortex cursed Shiba, so it appears in the pen.

There are some handicraftsmen next to them, and wooden boxes holding carts, which imitate but also have other bizarre stories.

"These creations are not worth the fear of dying and dying, and giving Anshiba an uninteresting ending material is something that's worth noting..."

"..."

Appreciated by the spirit of art, Wang Mu looked at the master artist who had entered a state of frenzy, shook his head, and poured his eyes into the whirlpool.

The curse of the vortex is both irritating and irritating, so when Wang Mu fights, the gentleman should stop.

The only thing it didn't attack was that it was the treat that was plotted and garrisoned.

The dark cloud quilt plays the sound of thunder and Zhizhi.The roofs of the high-rise buildings in Wang Mu's area stopped, and the wind slowly dissipated.

There is only one vortex; there are eight vortexes; in order to prevent things like moths, they must be eliminated layer by layer and all at once...

It doesn't have the impractical tactic of simply letting the wind blow away the clouds.

The cloud is the source of the vortex curse, and it is its substance. When it is blown away, it will be re-gathered, which is a waste of energy.

When there is no answer, Wang Mu raises the Holy Sword of Zhizhi to save him.

The golden blades are so bright that they are too bright.

"—Zhan Baoba, save the Holy Sword of Zhizhi."

As soon as the formation was too high, Wang Mu's knives were sharp and wide, and they began to spread continuously.

Like those missile launchers a person faces, the majestic relic is mixed with lightning, and suddenly appears in bursts.

The glory of the nine honor saints; the gun of Damira;

The sheer amount of energy brings about the collapse of time.

It is a holy weapon, every handful has a strong force, and it is like a beautiful firework that blooms in full bloom at night, and it will surely bring this hope of eternal return. Some unworthy curses...

For a while, the order to attack had not been issued yet, but Wang Mu had to wait for the release of the Zhi Sheng Knife.

Severe pain spread in his brain.

The vortex curse attack came quietly and slowly, just like it did.

However, this is not only a shock wave of strength and curse, but also a strong holy attack in line with its identity as a curse.

The venomous snakes that devoured you, the holy people who swirled and cursed, Wang Mu's brains scurry around, spreading the only viruses.

——Why wouldn't you accept to lie down?

——Yi Jing Ke Yi Huan 苚 侢 Nu 仂 孒.

——Everyone is the same, and the strength of your body is your strength, and the fusion of your body will be stronger.

——Abandoning hostility and hatred, this is the destination of Niwo's happiness and happiness.

——Looking at the whirlpool, the whirlpool gives everything to Ni.

——Wouldn't it be nice to have this beauty?

——Hug and lie...

".‖...Never dare to enter the spiritual sanctuary of a guard of mystics...what group of priests of the ancient saints would dare to do this crazy thing."

Wang Muying was willing to turn off the pain sensation, and endured the severe pain, biting the corner of his mouth and oozing.

The face looks a little bit embarrassed, but the smile is full of joy.

——The enemy is also coming into the land.

After being promoted to the high-level Nephilim, the magnificent spirits began to play, the spirits counterattacked, and the storm broke out, and the guards died and disappeared. Influence.

Not only that, but it began to silently recite the prayers for the initiation of Huang Yizhi's Hashta.

Now that it's on fire, why don't you put some souvenirs in it, how can this young master think about it?

How about some hospitality!

After the prayers are recited, Wang Mu is so holy that there is no such thing as a connection across the border, across the distance between the board and the board, and arrives at the distance of the yellow clothes. Rejoice in the Holy Kingdom of Harathata, and the number of Pleiades has increased by sixteen.

Four elements of Zhi Feng, Gao Wei Xie Sheng Zhi, Harsh Tower, a Fen Jing Sheng and Wang Mu link.Yiwei used to control the spirits of the gods.

The ancients in the Yuan Universe are crazy, and they are so thoughtful.

The whirlpool cursed the baby who was babbling, daring and high-spirited, holding a small branch and chopping a wooden sword, and entered the territory of an ancient giant.

It's a lot of fun, but it's a shame.The whirlpool curses those who die and die, so that after an hour or so, the bitter fruit will be eaten, and it will also swallow it.

— it hurts.

Very serious injuries.

The painful reaction of the whirlpool curse was still strong when Wang Mu drew the bow and arrow.

The cloud layer is tumbling crazily, and from time to time, a few tentacles that belong to it will be moistened, dispersing its strength and essence.

Hashita didn't have a palm, and Wang Mu didn't have a palm.

The Curse of the Whirlpool After a glimpse of the evil sage and the sage-like sage, it can be analyzed and analyzed, and the poisonous thoughts are driven to a desperate situation, almost to the point of understanding.

Begging to let it stand up to the tattered and tattered, it takes a lot of effort to barely maintain the rules and quality of the original.

Chapter 642 Shocked

The eight small vortexes in the surrounding area shrank down to three, and a series of grotesque cursed people came out one after another.

——The time-delaying strategy of miscellaneous soldiers.

"Aren't you afraid of such emotions, Ni Jingran?" Wang Mule asked.

It's also the fight between the fighters of honor, and it's always pleasurable to give the curse of the vortex this opportunity to delay time, and the pain and network water dogs are always so enjoyable.

The storm shreds the monsters, and the thunder vaporizes the body. It is not suitable for the Canaan sages to clean up the miscellaneous soldiers.

Thunderstorms, strong winds, and the curse of the vortex came to him, and Wang Mu killed him at 780.

Akiba is a little creepy, unpredictable and dangerous.

What's more, when Wang Mu released and released Meka's power, it did not withdraw from the battle to save the Holy Sword.

A scar pattern made of iron on the palm and arm does not move, and the range of the holy knife spreads to the extent that it covers the entire street.

There are several dozens, hundreds of quantities.

There are thousands and thousands of sacred artifacts and dense clouds, and the sharp blades and cold lights make even some warriors frightened.

The amount of power contained in it is just that——"Ready to talk to this guy, see you, the garbage in the back garden."

Aim, end.

The Curse of the Vortex sensed that it was in danger, and it was raining all night, so it really didn't have the time and energy to defend against it.

It's just trying to retain the clear water in the colander, and the more it tries to make up for it, the more counterproductive it is.

Without hesitation, the Jinjin Sacred Sword waved lightly.

Even the palm artist couldn't help but rest on the tip of the pen, staring at this moment of its long life.

Thousands of streamers, mixed with lightning, flew into the clouds one by one.

With a little bit of light blue smear, each sacred artifact has an unusual legend, and it is honorable to worship and look up to.

All the sages bestow upon Motamon some sacred weapons, so the sages will always be victorious and not defeated, and they will perish and disappear forever, which is enough to wipe out all the vicious tumors.

It's so beautiful, this is really too beautiful... No, I'm sorry to find it!This is it!

The master artist first bites the pen holder, and then the spiritual and extremely unsteady music starts, but it is not often enough to watch this scene, I am afraid that it will leave a shadow of intimidation.

In particular, it is said that it is not easy to reach, but I like the yin and yang.

Monsters kill humans and spread their own unique fears and legends. They are happy, but they have regrets and fears.

Yes, the monster is afraid that it will kill the humans.

——Who told this to be a human being?

As long as it is to destroy the evil monsters of the first level, this monster talk shows that these monsters are powerful, so how can they defeat the human base that the plague spreads and grows.

Don't stop killing, don't stop making fun, after all, human beings are still building and enlightening the modern society, or even conversely creating funds to accommodate it.

But if there is no such thing as Wei Huang, it's not the same...

——Father of the public.

A word popped up in the brain of the master artist, making it ecstatic.

"...Yes, Father Zhongzhizhi! Father Wang Mu! That's great, Your Majesty! I don't think so..."

The palm artist raised the paintbrush again, and began to paint through the picture album and the paper.

Right now, there is a picture on that piece of paper.It's darker, darker, darker, darker, darker, darker, darker, darker, darker, stranger, more strange Put it on its feet, just like a scarf cast a scar on the foot of the pedestal.

"Aww!"