Chapter 86: Changes are about to happen

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Boom Rondon —————

Blood Thunder shines on the earth.

Killing the god Palace is standing on the edge of the cliff, with a graceful body, a long skirt fluttering, and silver silk swaying like the water.

She looked at the bottomless blood abyss below, her eyes were calm.

The rolling blood mist is rhythmic, and in the shadow, there seems to be a monstrous giant beast is breathing.

I don't know how long it is.

The Lord of the Kamiya Palace finally spoke, the sound is far away, and the tone of each word is full of mystery and ancient charm. It seems that it is not the language of this era, but from ancient times. "He has entered the Killing God Palace. Open the Hongjun Tower ""

Boom Rondon-

The surging blood fog stagnated for a moment.

After a while.

The hoarse, the vast voice sounded the whole blood mist abyss.

: "Are you ready?"

On the cheeks of the Lord of the Palace of God Palace, there was an unspeakable smile on the cheeks without blood, as if relieved of liberation, "I was ready from the day of becoming the Lord of the Palace Palace."

"It's been a long time, I have been too long in the past, and I have been tired of this day."

"That's okay, I am also liberated, isn't it?"

Under the abyss, the blood mist is turbulent.

The old voice came, "You have worked hard these years."

The Lord of the Palace Palace turned around and left. I didn't say anything.

After walking out 100 meters.

She stopped.

Ahead.

A green willow tree broke out.

Thousands of stretch stretching, turning around.

: "Lord Ling Ling." The master of the Kamiya Palace was blessed gently.

A willow branch hangs down, passing her cheek, like a mother, stroking her child, and whispering what.

In the original calm eyes of the God Palace, a wave of waves was swinging.

final.

She still said nothing and left quickly.

The willow trees down the willow branches.

: "She has her mission, and we also have our mission."

The old and loving voice came quietly.

: "Everything is arranged, isn't it?"

The willow branches rose, and the wind swayed without the wind, and said a few words to the mysterious and old voice, and did not disappear in the soil.

In the abyss, blood mist also stops.

It seems that nothing happened.

At the same time.

Killing the Palace.

The endless Monki was still climbing the peak, and wanted to reach the top of the mountain and enter the killing god palace.

Due to the advantages of the number, they briefly suppressed the countless white bones on the mountainside.

Therefore, their climbing speed is a lot faster.

: "Hurry up, faster, you will reach the top of the mountain soon."

: "Hahaha, there are countless opportunities in the killing of the shrine. If you just pick up one to the treasure, you can let us dominate the party."

The enthusiasm of the Monk of Wan nationality was unprecedented. After thinking of getting the treasure, the strength was great, and the eyes were red, and the speed of climbing became faster and faster.

More peripheral.

The countless tennis monks are fighting the countless dead souls of the killing place, trying to break through their blockade and enter the different space of the killing of God Palace.

The shouting and killing, the scream was endless.

The countless magic weapon is like rain, constantly pouring down.

The battle was extremely terrible, and it was crazy to the extreme. At all times, monks fell, and countless undead turned into soul -ash.

The original blood red land became more fresh and different at this moment.

Fighting and fighting, the monks of the Wan nationality were red, constantly pressing forward, crazy with the wave of undead.

The general trend is coming, not to fight, it is the body of the body.

At this moment, no one stepped back at all, and no one dared to retreat.

Someone died, and someone continued to enter the place where killing.

The place of killing is like a huge flesh -and -flesh grinding, crazy hanging all the creatures entering the place here.

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Killing the shrine small world.

The sun is brilliant, the bird's fragrance, and the bloody killing of the outside world shows extreme contrasts.

call out--

A bunch of golden streamer cut through the sky.

Flying a large number of birds.

Chu Xiu dragged Zhu Biyue's Hao wrist, strolling the void, hunting in the black robe, and his waist long hair blown back by the wind.

向 Guang went from the small world in all directions.

Zhu Biyue narrowed his eyes, and his tone was extremely dignified.

She looked at Chu Xiu worriedly, "I heard a sister who said that the monk who could come here by his own strength was at least the super strong of the pinnacle of the pinnacle."

That's the pinnacle of the Holy King.

Look at the entire sky continent.

It is also the Holy Lord of the Holy Land, and a monk of the demon family reached this height. As well as

Zhu Biyue was worried.

now.

Chu Xiu is alone. Can he really compete with so many strong people?

: "Peak Holy King?" Chu Xiu shook his head and laughed, "The main force of the competition for the opportunity is the existence of the war emperor's combat power."

In the next struggle, the pinnacle of the pinnacle was only considered to be the role of cannon fodder.

: "Then you can laugh!" Zhu Biyue was anxious.

Chu Xiu was silent for a long time, taking a step, and disappearing Zhu Biyue with Zhu Biyue.

The clear voice echoed Zhu Biyue's ear.

: "Rest assured, there is no existence that can threaten my existence in this era."

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In the center of the small world, on the huge square.

More than a thousand strong men gathered at this time.

The weakest among them were all peak Saint Kings.

The dozens of strong men standing in the front were all super strong men with quasi-emperor combat power.

The strong men of all races looked at each other with vigilance.

The atmosphere was tense.

Everyone present was a competitor. ,

Facing the temptation of the treasure, even if they were of the same race, they would probably kill each other.

: "I didn't expect so many people to come."

The Kun Centipede King smiled sinisterly, scanning the surroundings with scarlet eyes.

The Saint King strong men who came into contact with his eyes felt their scalps tingling, and instinctively stepped back away from him.

: "Hehehe..." Howling Moon Wolf King licked his tongue and laughed strangely, "There are indeed a lot of people. After entering, we should eliminate some people. As the saying goes, those with opportunities and virtues will occupy it."

: "That's what I meant!" Kun Centipede King and Howling Moon Wolf King smiled at each other, and reached a certain consensus very tacitly.

A golden stream of light fell from the sky, attracting countless eyes.

After seeing the person clearly.

The expressions of the masters of all races were different.

Indifferent, excited, curious, and eager to try.

"A human master, do you want to enter Hongjun Tower too?" Howling Moon Wolf King asked in confusion with a slightly solemn expression.

How dare this human?

Is he really not afraid of our collective attack?

Chu Xiu took Zhu Biyue's hand and came to a corner of the square. He ignored the eyes around him and did not answer the nonsense of Howling Moon Wolf King at all.

Being ignored.

Howling Moon Wolf King bared his teeth and was about to roar and say something fierce.

Above the square, a graceful white figure appeared out of thin air.

The Lord of the Killing God Palace looked down at the monks below, with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, muttering to himself, "The gift of fate has been clearly marked with a price. How many people understand this?"