Chapter 1634: Emperor's Tool

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After that, the three holy places were reorganized, such as the black Wang Yang, rushed to the heavenly mountain of the heaven, wanting to drown it.
This time, their legs and legs were numb, and they could not run slowly.
"They all aimed at the fight. Although there are many source rocks, they can't be wasted." Looking at the three troops approaching each other, Long Yi cleared his throat and took charge of himself.
"Look, how much come, give him a nest." Situ Nan grinned and took charge.
"Hit." Outside the mountain, a hissing sound rang, and the three monks launched an attack, revived the attack line, fired a line of arrogance, and cooperated with the magical tools and magic skills to spread the sky.
The gods of the sky were intertwined into thunder, and the strands of silence disappeared, banging on the heavenly enchantment, and the buzzing sound rang the sky.
"Hit." With Long Wu sighing and drinking, the heavenly courts also opened up, one by one, the sky and the sky were revived, one by one, and the shots were extinct.
It was a scary picture. The number of gods emitted from the heaven was inestimable.
"My mother is gone! The heavens are so savage." The Quartet horrified.
"How many source rocks would it take for such a number of lore formations!" Someone said, "Where is the money!"
"Twenty million monks in heaven. One person gathers ten source stones, which is five hundred million. Is it rich and can't be willful?"
"Let's underestimate the heavens." Yaohuang frowned.
"A group of Wuhe people." The ancestor of the monster tribe faintly, although also surprised, but not shocked. Compared to the Emperor of the Dao, everything is false.
Look at the three monks again, the expression is the most wonderful.
As early as the moment Mantian shot, their eyes became prominent, and their pupils tightened collectively.
That is how many killing arrays, and all of them are Xuantian lore arrays, scorching the sky.
One or two moments later, their attack hit the heavenly enchantment, but they failed to shake the enlightenment.
The next moment, the heavenly gods shot and overwhelmed.
On the spot, blood splattered, blood flowers bloomed, and the figures turned into flying ash. The Yuanshen and the flesh annihilated at the same time, and even the screams were saved.
The picture was bloody. With a wave of attacks, hundreds of thousands of people from the three families were wiped out. Blood mist flew, covering the sky and staining the earth, and the world became bloody.
"Retreat, retreat quickly." The three lords shouted.
After a throat, he ran faster.
Without their orders, the three monks are also playing with their lives, losing their helmets and armor, and failing to break into the army.
This battle cannot be fought, and if you fight again, you will find yourself happy.
Compared with the number, they are more than 40 million away from heaven;
Compared with the battle array, they are far from heaven;
Compared to defense, they are not comparable to heaven.
If they flee, they can only escape, otherwise they will go to collectively. The heavenly courts are too fierce, and the Emperor Zhun will have to kneel as well.
"Hit, hit fiercely." Tianting kept angrily.
But if you ca n’t fight, just run. How can it be so easy.
The second wave of attacks came, with no bullets, one by one, the fugitives, one by one buried in the sky.
The virtual sky lore is not only powerful, but the range is also powerful. Three or more people are in the range. Is n’t that just calling them one by one?
The screams sounded louder than the sorrow of Li Gui.
The Quartet spectators couldn't bear to look straight. This is a war. This is the unilateral slaughter of Dachu Tianting!
I don't know when it will be called Banglong Annihilation, and the heavenly courts will suffocate.
It's not that you don't want to kill, but that you are far enough away that you have exceeded the range of the Xutian lore array.
As for the monks in the three schools, how can they be described as a miserable character?
Nearly a million monks have fled back, less than a thousand people, and each with injuries, more than half are in the state of the gods.
"Waste." The demon emperor snorted, not bothering to take a look.
In a word, the three lords of the princes didn't come up in one breath, sprayed blood directly, and were sloppy in shape, almost falling to the ground.
Although angry, they dare not speak, they can't arouse the demon tribe.
Retribution, this is retribution, originally hiding well in the starry sky, but ran back, made cannon fodder, said so many people died, but only a word of waste.
This is the world of the strong, brutal rules.
"The old man's finger counts, this is what the legend deserves." Among the monks in the Quartet, there is an old guy with a beard, who wants to laugh without smiling, and has a serious attitude.
"One face to face was destroyed by nearly a million people." Someone booed, "The three holy places defeated in this battle is not ordinary miserable!"
"The three sacred places are defeated, and most of them are demons." When this remark came out, it attracted too many people's attention and cursed waste, and they all wanted to see the demons want to play a trick.
"Heaven, don't be afraid of a battle." A faint utterance was heard from the heavenly mountains of Xianting, but Ye Chen came out, and it was transmitted by Zhuan Yinshi.
He still stood on the cloud of fairy fire, looking blissless and sad.
He knew that the battle was not over yet. The previous matchup was just a small warm-up. The real battle was coming.
"I have smelled the imperial soldier's breath." Long Yi and Long Wu murmured, solemnly, without jokes.
Sure enough, the words of the two of them fell squarely, and they heard a boom, and they shuddered a hundred thousand miles.
The heavens and the earth were dark, and I saw a fairy light soaring into the sky.
It is a divine pot, surrounded by the sacred mansions of the gods, with the ancient pattern depiction, and the sound of the road and the sky.
Looking up at the sky, we can still see ancient visions: the mountains and rivers collapse, the stars are dead, everything is born again, and souls die, and eternity in reincarnation.
It's too powerful, the emperor's law is flying, and it is overwhelming the world.
Jidao Diwei bloomed and formed ripples, like an invisible hand, wiped across the mountains and rivers, covering the vast soil of Cangyuan.
Wherever I passed, the wind stopped blowing, the leaves were set in midair, and even the annual rings of time were fixed.
The dim sky, and no other light, left only that pot suspended, like a bright sun shining on the world.
"Evil Emperor ... Tianhu of Emperor Soldiers Town." The older monks trembled and pale, as if they knew the emperor.
"Okay ... so strong." The young monk, with his legs trembling, couldn't help but feel like an emperor.
The great emperor of the demons is also a symbol of the times. The invincible heavens, the of all spirits, the existence of shocking ancient times, his legends, each is an immortal myth.
In the ancient years, the great emperors stood at the peak of the Tao. Their destiny weapon was devastating.
"After the endless years, see Zhentian Hu on these occasions." Tian Yan was also looking up, his old eyes revealing old memories, as if remembering a long time ago.
"I vaguely remember that when the demon emperor came to the sky, he was like a scholar, sitting opposite the king of heaven, and talking about the Confucian classics for three days." Di Mian said, "I don't know how many years.
Who would have thought that Tian Di Di Mo also had a drink with the demon emperor. The emperor's stunningness is vivid, and he has never forgotten it.
Who would have thought that after the vicissitudes of the sea, the descendants of the demon emperor would actually carry the Zhentian pot in the sky to show off Wu Yangwei.
They both sighed, looked away, and looked at the heaven. The eyes fell on Ye Chen. The back of Xiao Xiao, like a monument, never looked up.
He didn't need to look up. The emperor had slaughtered it. How could he bend under the emperor's apparatus, the Eucharist is strong, and it has been like this since ancient times.
Not only did he not see it, everyone in the heavenly court did not see it.
Fighting for hope under the Emperor of the Devil was a pride of life. What about the Emperor soldiers, they couldn't hold their heads.
"Open the mountain gate and come out by yourself, but Yuner will wait for the safety of life and death." The ancestor of the monster tribe spoke, Junlin Haoyu sky.
Its tone lasts for nine days, with irreversible majesty.
His eyes, stunned, but overlooked everything, just overlooking heaven, just like overlooking ants.
"Let's talk about Kai's Kaijiejie." Ye Chen replied, his words were plain and unsophisticated.