Chapter 822: Live to the second life
The three great ancestors of Xueshen, Taiming, and Haoyang moved in unison, and in a flash the white king was resisted. The other dozen ancient kings also stepped forward and surrounded the king in the center.
There was no blood, no bones, and only a cold handed saint cloth, shining brightly, Teng Qing died in battle, and his body turned into dust, leaving nothing but hum.
"How could this be, what a blow?"
This is a question for many people. All the ancient kings were alert and said that staring at the white king in the center of the field, the crystal petals fluttered and kept falling. He was like a **** and he was out of the red dust.
"God's sigh!" The ancient King of Taiming said, the bat wings were flapping behind, and the devil's spirit was so high, he was tall and majestic, like a **** of darkness.
In the early days of the ancient times, when someone performed the song of the gods, he also sighed out of the gods, which was more terrible than the sky sword, killing people for a moment, but it also cost a lot of money.
In front of him, there was a trace of blood spilling from the corner of the mouth of the white god, although it was very light, few traces, and he still smiled indifferently, but it made all the ethnic monks worry for a while.
However, the archaic kings were more careful, and they all showed solemn appearance, just like the enemy.
"Wrong, we are all wrong. This person is not just entering the saint's way, not chasing us directly, but a real saint king, there are few adversaries in the world, and we can fight against people like us!" Rear, blood The Queen of Electricity opened his mouth, and his words were so beautiful that he was murderous.
Everyone was startled, and then his body was cold, especially the ancient kings were discolored.
The **** of white wiped off a ray of blood at the corner of his mouth and stood up, striding in the crystal rain, let those ancient kings can not help but retreat this supreme elegance of the kings, so that people are both shocked and worried, and will never forget.
"Yes, he has already walked a long way on this road, not much worse than the three of us." The Haoyang ancestor nodded, and his body was boundless with divine light, such as the reincarnation of the sun god, and the aura was shrouded.
Many monks of the human race are unclear. Therefore, only a few people such as Ye Fan know, because they have already vaguely guessed. He still remembered the past scene clearly.
In the Northern Territory God City, the Dark Night King was wearing a hand-carrying Saint Cloth, holding a pair of golden war spears, exhausted his life's learning, but was killed by the late God King.
You know, the night king was the king of Dacheng 4,000 years ago. So many years have passed, who knows what level he has reached? No one said clearly.
Moreover, that night, the King of God was really dying, and he was cut off from the Purple Mountain. Even his vitality was almost cut off. The divine power has been dried up for a while. It is a kind of extravagant hope. Night King?
The most beautiful key is the sentence of the night king before his death: "Jiang Taixu you ... Shouyuan is almost dried up in the purple mountain, how can it break through to this level?"
Suddenly, everything was clear. Before the Zishan, most of the gods were already a saint, but they were ignored by people, and they did not think about it.
Afterwards, the **** king was late, holding the body of Caiyun Fairy to the wilderness. For the past ten years or so, according to the black emperor's speculation, he could only survive after he was in the dead, just like the wildfire burning sick grass, waiting for spring's life!
At that time, the King of God will open the second life, and will be sublimated at the end of the Tao, more powerful!
"It's him ... it's him!" In the crowd, the two ancient kings next to the crown prince all expressed their astonishment, and their faces were embarrassed.
The King of God had been trapped in the Purple Mountain for four thousand years, fighting against various ancient creatures, and was forced into a strange stone wall, suffering from torture and suffering.
"In those days, when I woke up occasionally, I was surprised by him. I was blocked by a strange stone wall. I couldn't go all in, but I almost wiped it out." An ancient king came, they are descendants of the undead emperor , Guarding the Purple Mountain under the orders of the ancestors, sealed in the **** source.
However, when they woke up again, the dying tribe was sanctified. The waking ancient king shot together and forced them further to the end of the lamp, but they failed to kill after all.
"At that time, when the person under Wushi Dao shot, I think he deliberately sharpened this person's heart and tempered his iron-hard will, otherwise we would have the opportunity to kill him." One The ancient king said that he was terrified when it came to that person.
"Is that the surnamed Gu, protecting the mausoleum of Wu Si's old man, he has been dead for some years!" The crown prince sneered again and again.
"I really didn't expect it. He lived to the present. Since the ancient Huangshan got out of trouble, it has become so powerful that even the original atmosphere is very different. It seems like a different person." Both ancient kings showed a strange color.
Ye Fan's ears moved slightly. Since Yuanshen was consummated on the second floor of Sendai, although he hasn't gone through the Heaven Tribulation yet, part of his supernatural powers have become apparent, and he has achieved a smooth wind ear.
With this ability, not only can he hear the sound of speech in a distant place, but he can even occasionally capture the sound of Shennian. At such a short distance, he has captured all the waves of the three people.
"How can you understand that God King cuts all his roots, like the undead grass roots under the severe winter and the frozen soil, and the cold spring comes back to life, he opened the second life that has few people since ancient times!" Ye Fan said to himself.
"We also stepped forward to help them." The two ancient kings finally couldn't help but strode into the field and entered the confrontation.
"boom"
At this moment, the **** king took the initiative to attack, he was like a dreamy shadow, turned into a white light vertical and horizontal impact, no one can stop it!
"This is the God King's stride, everyone be careful!" There was an ancient king who knew so much about the human race and drank this voice.
However, the white king was too fast, broke through the imprisonment of the three saint kings of blood power, Taiming, and Haoyang, rushed out, and he was invincible.
The holy law of fighting, unparalleled in the world, makes him domineering at the moment, no longer is ethereal and ethereal, the white king of Gods shouted for the first time, and moved Jiu Xiao.
His right hand is evolving, becoming a sword that breaks the sky, sharp and unparalleled, like it can cut through the ages of the ancients, it is actually the emperor of Zhongzhou Jidao-Taihuang sword!
"puff"
Peerless Heavenly Sword staggered down and cut one of the ancient kings from the cover of the heavenly spirit, and split it between the legs, the Yuanshen was annihilated, the flesh was cut in half, and a large piece of blood was spilled.
Chang Xiao, the **** in white, turned his left hand into a golden ancient tower of fairy tears and green. It has amazing defense, but it also shocked the world for nine days and ten places.
"Poof, another ping pong collapsed, and the tower body formed by his left hand killed an ancient king town, turned into a piece of blood and broken bones, and the soul was gray.
Too fast. All of this was born among the flint flowers. No one blocked it. The three sage kings of Blood Power, Taiming, and Haoyang roared, and evolved all kinds of avenues.
"you……"
The two ancient kings from the crown prince were flabbergasted, and the real goal of the white king was actually them. They were stared as soon as they entered the field!
"when……"
With the sound of a bell, the heaven and the heaven sound, everything moves, Qiankun seems to be turned upside down, and the melodious bell sound spreads across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
The white king put his hands together to the left and turned into a big clock with the sun, moon and mountains on it. There are hundreds of millions of miles of rivers, mountains, and rivers, birds and beasts, birds and beasts, stars and heavens, and gods kneel down, the atmosphere is simple, the secret of the beginning of evolution.
Is this the beginning clock? Everyone was shocked that the bell was incomplete, and obviously the King of God had not seen it clearly.
However, its power is enough, a bell rings, magnificent, the white **** king's hands are turned into a big bell, and the town is killed.
"what…"
The two ancient kings shouted and tried their best to contend, but it was completely useless. The body became a fragment in a flash, a blood mist in the clock wave, and all forms were destroyed!
This is the strength of the Peerless God King. At that time, he exhausted the blood of the gods to save Ye Fan, and then cut his own source to save Xiao Tingting.
The King of God killed the Quartet in all directions. The ancient tribes of the ancient tribes were trembling with fear. Even the ancient kings in the field were horrified. This invincible attitude shocked everyone.
"Enough!" Three pillars of blood rushed through the heavenly caps of the three saint kings of Blood Power, Taiming and Haoyang, and they penetrated the sky dome.
"Kill!" Other ancient kings also shot, and various gods were exhibited, completely trapped in front, and not allowed the **** king to rush out.
In the center of the white king's independent field, a clothes hunted and a blood stain was added to the corner of his mouth. This was the price of just killing the four ancient kings in an instant.
The battle between saints, sometimes containing a body of energy and spray, can divide life and death in one move, which is the case with others, but it also hurts oneself.
In the distance, the human race monks are all very excited, and the **** king brave the world, which is the best news for them.
Ye Fan was silent, thinking quietly, with a touch of worry, and more gains. The battle of holy law evolved various imperial soldiers, and that kind of wonderland touched him greatly.
"You have no chance!" Taiming Zuwang said coldly.
Under the eyes of the three sage kings, the four sides were killed, and the four ancient kings were instantly killed. This was also an embarrassment for them, and their faces were very unsightly.
"In this battle, I see how you still go against the sky!" Although the blood power king is a female, he is murderous.
Haoyang also stepped forward, and the three masters laid off the front to block the front, while the other ancient kings also now have great magical powers in the void, wanting to whiten out the white king.
The **** of white clothes gathered his fighting spirit and calmed down. Sitting in front of the ancient piano, there was no trace of murderousness. It was like a killing **** when moving, and like a orchid when quiet, and was enveloped by a flower rain.
"Want to kill me, unless two of the saints among you go to death, or all the people behind you all die."
Plain words, but shattered! He calmed down everyone present, and made the world silent at once, and the birds were silent, and people couldn't even breathe.
"You can't kill any of them!" Haoyang Zu Wang coldly said.
At this moment, all the ancient kings started to work together, and turned into infinite gods to fight forward, to refine the peerless **** king, and trap him in a small world.
In this peaceful land, the petals are scattered, and the pieces are stained with blood, as bright as crystals, like tears, and they are so beautiful.
The **** king plucked the strings with both hands and played the real song of **** with his own heart. This is the understanding of Tao, and it is the sublimation of his practice to the utmost.
This is a beautiful picture. The **** king sits in the sky, a snow coat flutters in the wind, surrounded by crystal rain, and does not eat fireworks on earth.
"puff"
He opened his mouth and coughed up blood, dyed his white shirt, shocking, but at this time, He Ming uttered a terrifying cry of ghosts and gods! Cut through the sky and rushed out of this small world cage.
"Zheng!"
There was a soft whistle, like the sword coming out of the sheath, chopping the sky, and the world would be silent.
"you……"
In front, the Haoyang ancestor's eyebrows were cracked, blood was dripping, and his face was filled with unbelieving expressions. The blood stained the Taotai, and then he fell down on the ground.
"If you want to kill me, just replace your life stack."
The **** corner of the white **** king's mouth overflowed, and he began to touch the piano again. He was ethereal like a god, peaceful and indifferent.
The world is very quiet, only the flowers are floating, the crystals are sparkling, the fragrance is filled, the Peerless King seems to be out of the red dust at this moment ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Everyone has doubts about the cultivation of the King of God, This time it should be clearer. It was indeed already written when writing the battle with the night king, but you certainly will not pay attention to it at that time. Okay, asking for monthly tickets, Yaochi march is changing rhythm.
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