Chapter 1089: Witch iron, breakthrough

There is no void.
Numerous armors and shards of weapons floated around the witch iron, and many inexplicable wreckage surrounded him in the middle.
Hundreds of protoss have different life forms and different physiological compositions. Some of their bodies are disdainful to be swallowed by the four-armed soldiers. Therefore, there are a lot of weird and weird wrecks that remain in the void.
Dozens of the most powerful gods of lava giants, ice spirits, wild gods, and dark souls, trembling with their bodies standing far and far, looked at the witch iron like a ghost.
Dead, dead, all dead.
The gods who stayed at their homes were dead.
Only these strengths have reached the powerful deity of the King of God. They have been fighting in the rear. They have been urging the remaining family members to siege the witch iron, so they live to the end.
It's not how great they are ... it's just that they didn't fight.
They looked at Witch Iron with horror, their hearts filled with despair.
Dead, dead, all dead.
So many powerful gods, powerful spirits ‘ripe-hardened’ with countless human spirit crystals and bloodline essences, tens of thousands of kings, millions of gods in the higher order ...
The four-color sword light resembles the slang of a demon. Numerous deities rush to the witch iron, and then crush their bones.
They even couldn't resist the second sword of Witch Iron.
Around Witch Iron, the four-armed soldiers were shaking violently.
They devoured the life origins of millions of powerful gods, devoured the huge energy and material that made up their body, and the four-armed soldiers began a formal leap and evolution.
They devoured all the treasure fragments of Tiandao Cave, and they themselves have recovered to the peak strength of the ancient myth era, and even exceeded it. They themselves are one of the strongest and most top handful of congenital treasures. They have once again transitioned and evolved ...
The Witchcraft doesn't know what power they will have.
He is just a steady stream of humane merit that he has accumulated, like the tide, into the four-armed murderer.
Slightly reduce their horrific killing intentions and evil spirits, while providing enough motivation for their transition and evolution, and promote their faster and more perfect evolution.
The witch iron can clearly sense that the four-handed soldiers adhering to the three thousand avenues and eighty-four thousand side gates of the mainland, all the roads and rhymes related to the killing and destruction, they devour so many gods, they will hundreds In the world of the gods to which the Protoss belong, all the roads and avenues of killing and destruction are merging themselves.
They will transcend the limits of the heaven and earth universe on the mainland of Mum, and have the killing methods of hundreds of different gods.
The witch iron's body was shaking.
He was receiving feedback from the four slayers about the mystery of the killings they had merged into.
Above the witch iron's head, he realized that in the three thousand roads and eighty-four thousand side roads of the mainland, all the signs related to killing, destruction, slaughter, and extinction light up at the same time. These signs began to collide with each other and test each other.
A trace of killing and evil spirits spewed out of these seals, gradually drawing together.
Respect level, condensing the road seal corresponding to Tiandi Avenue.
Beyond the rank of honor is the fusion of the heavens and the earth.
From a single avenue, it has become a compound style.
An inexact analogy—alloys are far more powerful than a single metal!
Just like the five elements of the Five Elements, the power of the five elements revolves side by side, which is always a hundred times stronger than the power of the five elements.
Endless new feelings erupted in my mind. The congenital aura condensed by the witch iron was expanding and shrinking in a frenzy. A subtle killing intention slowly formed in his innate aura, slowly condensing into a sword-shaped light and shadow.
"Rong Dao!" A royal spirit of the Frost Spirit clan wailed: "He is Rong Dao ... Emperor, he wants to break through the Emperor!"
"Beyond the Supreme Artifact ... Directly drives the immortal supreme existence." A lava giant '咚' knelt in the void and looked desperately at the murderer who was becoming more and more fierce with four handles: "This is not fair ... If I can have such an immortal artifact, I do n’t need to cultivate, I can reach the realm of the gods directly!

The realm of witch iron is cultivated in a trace of continuous and stable growth.
His breath is constantly improving.
"We are a family of gods and are willing to follow the true strong." Standing a hundred feet tall, his head was full of sharp acute angles, his body was burly, and dozens of barbaric kings with knotted muscles were kneeling in the air.
They worshipped the Witch Iron Piously and worshiped, "We are willing to dedicate our spirit, our body, our loyalty to you, His Majesty the Emperor!"
A brunet with a blue complexion shouted loudly in an operatic recital: "Dear God, we are here for the first time. We are the first to observe the outpost. We have never participated in a war against your noble people. , Our hands are clean! "
"We, no people who have slaughtered your family ... we just passively used sacrifices to promote our cultivation."
"We are willing to be loyal to you without reservation, and let you dominate our destiny, our life and death, our honor!"
The atmosphere of Witch Iron is constantly improving.
When the size of the large golden cakes condensed by the merit golden light behind him shrank by about 30%, a sound of a sword swelled into the sky, and all the armor and weapon residues around the witch iron vanished at the same time.
The four-armed soldiers were transformed into chaotic color at the same time, and there was no difference between the previous black, blood color, miserable white, and chaotic color.
They never let out any killing breath, and all the airframes were perfectly restrained.
The broad breath of Wu Tie's body gave out a sharp sword whistle, whistling and swept around.
The dwellings of the three gods closest to the witch iron are huge land masses that stretch for nearly a hundred million miles. They are silently and eroded by an extinct air machine, and they are annihilated in a vacuum, leaving no residue.
Over the witch iron's head, the seals formed by the three thousand avenues and eighty-four thousand side gates revolve like nebulae.
In this magnificent and magnificent Daoyin lucky sky, a four-foot-nine-inch length, chaotic sword shadow hovering there quietly.
Dozens of powerful powerful kings just accidentally glanced at the sword shadow, and they both uttered a "knock" at the same time. Everyone had thousands of wounds that could reach the bones. They were lingering.
Emperor Realm!
The so-called quasi-sacred realm of the Continent.
Everything that is below this level-not to look directly, to speak, not to mention!
Moreover, you must not call his name in your heart, but it will have induction, no matter how many miles apart, it will have induction!
"You want to surrender? Okay." Wu Tie calmly looked at the dozens of powerful alien kings: "Let go of the spirits and let me control your life and death ... Have you just arrived to observe the outpost? I just happen to want to know more A lot, your news. "