Chapter 412: 造化
When you hear the old man of the warrior, Wang Chen’s brow is locked at this moment.
There was a change in the warrior, but this was something that Wang Chen did not know before.
"I don't know."
When I heard Wang Chen’s words, the veteran of the warrior said ugly.
Next, he looked at Wang Chen’s eyes, full of resentment: “The true God is no longer, the age of today is not the original, you should not return at all.”
The face is almost awkward, and the old warriors roar and roar.
The real blood, this is the biggest pain in their warriors.
For thousands of years, they have turned away from the blood of the true God, known as the pseudo-blood, which makes the warrior one of the six families, cold eyes, and even suppressed in the holy mountains.
In the eyes of the warriors, it’s all because of the blood of the true God, because the so-called true blood of the gods.
"Shenwu blood, is not suitable for this era, the difficulty of reproduction, destined you should be destroyed, the beads of the gods, when you give me the war, we are the people who can make the blood of the gods glory."
At the same time, the war veterans are even more reluctant to say.
The real blood, although powerful, then how, now, is not the original era, this era is strong, and the blood of the gods has already begun to decline, because of the difficulties of reproduction, because of the ancient times, the Middle Ages The outbreak of the war of the times, the inheritance of the blood of the gods is constantly decreasing.
Because of this, there will be the birth of their pseudo blood.
Their reproduction is not inferior to ordinary people. Only they can lead the blood of the gods to reproduce the glory of the time. They are not abandoning, they are inheritance.
If it weren’t for them, after thousands of years of development, the blood of the gods could still exist.
They never regret what they did.
In this old man's view, Wang Chen should not appear, and the true blood of the gods should not appear again.
If the Pearl of God is in the hands of their warriors, how can the warriors now fall to such a degree?
"Kill you, as long as I kill you, there is no fake blood."
Under the madness, the old man is like a wild beast.
The return of the true blood, this makes the pseudo-blood pulse retelling.
But if you kill Wang Chen, there is no such thing as the blood of the true God, then their pseudo blood is the true blood.
Find the beads of the gods, they can return to the peak.
"Kill."
A roar, the old man holding a faint rifle, once again killing Wang Chen.
"Not self-reliant."
Looking at the old man who was killed, Wang Chen’s eyes flashed in the cold.
This old man is simply a strong word.
Abandoning the true God, it is still so beautiful.
This pulse, given the glory of the original blood of the gods, as a matter of course, they will enmity, such a person, should kill.
The field in front of you has no shackles on Wang Chen.
In the blood of the imperial class, this field has even been gradually controlled by Wang Chen, and the old warriors still want to kill Wang Chen.
"Nine-day Church."
Thinking of this, Wang Chen’s hand prints out and shouts.
He will replace it.
The sacred arhat, there must be a place for this old man.
With the anger of Wang Chen, the space is distorted.
The naked eye, the field of God of War began to twist and collapse, and soon, it was replaced by the nine-day church.
In Wang Chen’s imperial bloodlines, the field of God of War has long been uncontrolled by the old warriors. Therefore, in the face of Wang Chen’s replacement, there is no rebellion, and even a strange feeling. Spread in the heart of Wang Chen.
哗...
As the field of God of War disappeared, a blood spurted out of the mouth, and the face of the old warrior suddenly became pale.
The rifle in his hand has disappeared.
The figure suddenly slammed, and the old man seemed to have been evacuated for a moment.
"Blood suppression."
In the nine-day sacred hall, Wang Chen is like a **** of war. He is proud of himself. He is burning with the flames of the Suzaku, and the endless blood and blood is swept away toward the old man.
In this powerful **** atmosphere, the old man struggled with pain.
Wang Chen’s **** suppression, the impact of the war criminals, can not be imagined by ordinary people.
The suppression of this **** power makes the veteran of the warrior look distorted. He only feels his blood, as if he is solidified, his heartbeat seems to stop.
In the sky, there seems to be an invisible hand that is strong and imprisoned.
If it is not into the pure yang, the strength is strong, he has even been in the suppression of this **** power, seven bloodshed, into a desperate situation.
And even with strong strength as a support, he is still very painful at the moment.
"Rohan suppression."
In the blood of the blood, Wang Chen is an old man who did not care about the struggle. In his hand, he was a stamper and shouted.
咻咻...
Along with the screams of Wang Chen, the three figures flashed out.
Two of them are the Luohan who were the incarnation of the ancients. As for the other person, it is naturally a rattan.
The three people became Luohan, with a strong strength, instantly rushed to the front of the warriors.
Although, due to the strength of Wang Chen, the strength of the three is now banned in the ranks of pure Yang, but it is enough.
In the **** suppression, now the warriors and old people are struggling against these three half-steps of pure yang.
"Holy suppression."
With the presence of Lohan, Wang Chen is also mobilizing the infinite sacred repression.
A powerful pure martial artist, this is what Wang Chen needs.
Even if it is a pseudo-blood pulse, it also has a strong blood and nerves. It is natural that such a Luohan can bring benefits to the nine-day church.
Calling...
The wind is sweeping, and the waves are soaring.
The nine-day sanctuary is now in the midst of madness.
The blood of the body was imprisoned, the sacred atmosphere of the outside world continued to invade, and the three Luohans joined forces to suppress. For a time, the warriors and old people fell into desperation.
"Ah..."
Crazy roar, crazy struggle.
The veteran of the warrior is red at this time, and he is as shocked as a beast. However, it is so useless.
The suppression of blood, where is so good to get rid of.
Even after thousands of years, the master, still the master, the slave, is destined to be a slave.
In the presence of the master, how can the slaves struggle, under the majesty, the strength is greatly reduced,
The integration of holy gas is constantly controlled.
The veteran of the warrior only felt that his consciousness was gradually blurred, and his body began to be involuntarily.
"No..."
The fear is filled, and the veteran of the warrior is desperate.
He never thought that he would fail like this.
The world is in chaos, the murder is coming, and the old man of the warriors feels the murder of the sky when they step into pure yang.
He thought that maybe one day, he would fall, but he never thought that he would fall in such a way. At this moment, in front of Wang Chen, under the suppression of blood, in the suppression of Luohan and holy spirits Among them, there is no resistance.
As if Wang Chen was pure Yang, and he was just an ant.
The role between them seems to be transferred to the general.
This allows the veteran of the warrior how to be able to bear the madness, how to bear it, this situation is too strange, people are too wrong.
The memory in the brain is constantly being extracted.
Own body begins to be out of control.
One memory fragment is integrated into his mind.
He seems to have seen the ancient times, the power of the true God, as if to see the heroic spirit of the heavens, he repeatedly saw the patriarch of the true blood of the war, how to honor.
He seems to have seen the posture of the warrior in the ancient times, the hand of the warrior.
He saw the age of glory and glory.
He also saw how the pseudo-blood was born, and saw how the pseudo-blood was abandoning the blood of the true God and killing him all the way.
This picture, constantly flashing, let the veteran of the warrior gradually fall into chaos.
"No, ......"
I don’t know how long it took, holding my head in my hands, almost losing the old man of all consciousness, falling to the ground, rolling and screaming.
The tears filled, he felt as if he had endless remorse and felt the boundless sin.
"I, mourn the glory, turned away from the true God, turned away from the warrior, where do I go, between the world, and my place of the land."
In the struggle, the old man screams, with confusion and sadness.
"Incorporating into the sanctuary, achieving the position of Lohan, you can have eternal life."
In the face of the madness and pain of the old man, Wang Chen said that he was faint.
A few words, as if to become a Buddhist voice into the mind of the old man.
"Follow my Buddha and make Lohan."
The eyes are empty, the old man calms down slowly, he mutters, the voice falls, the old man slowly sits up, his face gradually relaxes, seems to be integrated into the world.
Hang...
With this moment, the boundless sacredness is even more slamming.
Gradually, the golden light shrouded and the old man’s figure disappeared.
In the nine-day sanctuary, the time of the Sanskrit, full of holiness and peace.
I don’t know how long it took, when the light dissipated, finally, that figure once again appeared in Wang Chen’s line of sight.
At this moment, he looks calm and his face is full of majesty and integrity.
He, quietly suspended in midair, relaxed as never before.
嗡...
After a moment, his eyes opened and two lights passed by.
The light seemed to sweep through every corner of the church.
"Rohan is back."
In the void, a majestic voice came.
Hang...
With the fall of the voice and the voice, the nine-day church was violently shaken and the wind was rising.
"This is..."
In this kind of vibration, Wang Chen’s eyes widened, showing a horrified look.
In the past, Wang Chen refused to know how many Luohan, all the way, life and death, Luohan fallen, to this day, the rest is only three people, plus the current war veteran, but also four Luohan It’s gone.
In this period, Wang Chen, who took the picture of Luo Han, experienced a lot, but this time, it is so different.
At this moment, Luo Han returned to his place and the situation changed.
Wang Chen actually felt that the nine-day sacred temple seemed to have something more, as if there was a strange smell.
"God of War."
As if I thought of something, Wang Chen looked strange and muttered.
Hang...
As the voice of Wang Chen falls, the church is once again swaying.
Between the blink of an eye, a majestic atmosphere enveloped the church.
"This is the case."
Wang Chen was shocked.
Because, at this moment, he is not feeling the breath of the God of War field.
Unexpectedly, while refining and refining the veteran of the warriors, this time, Wang Chen even refining the field of war gods together. This field has been integrated into the nine-day sacred church, making this space of majesty and holiness more. Out of a hegemony, more than one ability.
"Come on."
Unconsciously, Wang Chen reached out and shouted.
嗡...
In the anger, Wang Chen’s chaotic gas quickly rushed out. In the blink of an eye, his hand was a condensed shot of a golden gun.
This is to let Wang Chen breathe a cold air.
"Sure enough."
After the shock, Wang Chen was overjoyed.
Although I don’t know what happened in the end, but Wang Chen is very clear, this time refining, he got the chance, this time Luo Han homing, Wang Chen got the creation.
The field of warfare, the integration of this field will inevitably make the nine-day church more perfect and more powerful.
