Chapter 873: Willing

"Brother, you are amazing."
When Qinglian watched a large block of vomiting blood fell to the ground, when countless Jing Chao soldiers were stunned and shocked by the horror of the sacred gods, when countless giant soldiers slowly approached, and the flames passed to these giants. The magic soldier cannot cause any damage.
Xiahou stood up anonymously, holding his fist, nodding, and admiring the witch iron: "Among the brothers in this family, there are heroic figures like you, which really makes my brother, me, happy and frightened."
With a sigh, Xiahou's nameless face burst into a violent color. After an instant, he became like an angry lion. The high crown on his head burst, and the ribbon of the hair burst into pieces. The hair stood up like a lion's mane.
"But you have to do it alone, and the whole dynasty of Wei Ling ... seems not enough."
Wu Tie pointed at the ghosts, demons, and demons who were lined up behind him, and toward the battlefield to the west that had stopped, he stood side by side with the ghostly Peng Zun and the poisonous Zun Zun.
"Two demon respects, I heard that you take good care of the blood prison, so, in your affection, the King can't help but blame you ... being an enemy and a friend, you just have to think!"
Wu Tie beckoned towards the two demon statues: "However, King feels that we are better friends."
Nether Pengzun and Wandu Zunzun looked at Wutie for a while, and then they laughed in unison, the laughter was sharp, as if two awl pierced the sky. Their laughter shook countless magpies in the vicinity, spurting blood at the elite ears, one by one screaming and twitching.
"We, of course, are friends." Youmeng Pengzun and Wandu Zunzun laughed in unison, their bodies flashed, and they appeared directly behind Wu Iron.
They stood behind the witch iron body, and then looked up and down at the pig pig: "Dead pig head, this time, you have been fooled by a terrible character ... hmm, maybe ... you ... haha!"
Obviously, the two monsters have something to say to the pig Gangye, but at this moment it is not appropriate to speak, they just laughed a few times.
Pig Gangi patted her belly gently and grinned softly, revealing a thick, simple smile.
"Look, I'm not alone." Wu Tie smiled and looked at Xiahou Wuming: "The teacher thinks that it is based on your respects ..."
"Dare to fight?" Xiahou Wuming turned his head slightly and stared at Wu Tie: "You and my brother, a fair battle. You won, my brother and I resigned, and never care about the dynasty; if you lose Then, leave with these demons and ghosts, and wait for my brother to settle the dynasty's dynasty, and let us rely on our means? "
Wu Tie rubbed his hands vigorously, and looked at Xia Hou's name with a smile: "Fair battle? But how can you and I fight? How can it be fair? Brother Taishi, my strength, you have seen it just now."
Xia Hou Shen Shen said, "Thirty-three days, the witch demon bleeds the blood ... The old man personally presides, if you can break the line with one person, the old man will give in."
On the side of the Six Demon Demon, the whole body scarlet, which represents the fierce demon of 'Furious Rage' with a sharp laugh: "Don't be fooled, this evil gate formation of Xiahoushi once had a record of beheading ..."
Nether Pengzun murmured: "Thirty-three days of the witch demon bloodshed? 'Witch'? Witch? Well, there seems to be a record of this ethnicity in the bloodline memory of the ancestor of this deity ... That is, It ’s an older human race than the emperor's concubine who was worshipped by the Emperor Chao! "
Wu Tie waved his hand and smiled at Xiahou Wuming: "Okay, that's thirty-three days of witches ..."
Before confronting the Taoist man of Qinglianguan, the witch iron's clothes were shattered. He simply rolled up a large piece of colorful light, condensed into a set of colorful glowing robes, and smashed into the sky. .
"Come!" Wu Tie beckoned to Xia Hou anonymously.
"Go!" Xiahou Wuming also tore his shirt clean. He yelled, and a group of dazzling white Gengjin spirits gathered in the void, forming a silver-white gown on him. .
Shaking his hands, Xia Hou's unnamed had an animal face shield in his left hand and a heavy axe in his right hand.
Xiahou Wusheng and 33 other Xiahou clan members made similar strides forward. They wore heavy armor, and their armors gave off a dazzling light. Gradually, their skins became pure gold, like a battle of gold. puppet.
Thirty-three days, the Witch Demon Blood Formation has taken shape, and Xiahou roars anonymously, and his body turns into a white light and breaks into the array.
The original blood bleed, the feeling of fierceness is boundless, the rolling spirit is almost substantive, making people daunting. However, after Xiahou entered the battlefield without a name, the whole Lexu array suddenly became agile, and the monstrous spirit suddenly restrained, and in the large array, a strand of silvery Changhong swirled rapidly.
The stature of Xiahou Wuming, Xiahou Wusheng, etc. completely disappeared. In the empty space, there were silver silver rainbows swirling and swirling. In a blink of an eye, silver silver rainbows exploded. A statue with a height of 100 feet and blue teeth and even three heads and six arms. On all sides, with muscles knotted in the body, pedalling dragons, waist-wrapped pythons, witches around the earth, water, fire, wind, and all kinds of tides can emerge from nothing.
Lexu array sent out a turbid breath, and the void around the array was squirming, shaking, and faint thunder.
Subsequently, this array was like a black hole, slowly rotating, and the emptiness and time around it, all tangible and intangible, perceptible and unperceivable existence, slowly collapsed into the array.
Devour all things, destroy all things.
"Please!" Xiahou's unnamed voice came from the large array, his voice became extremely cold and stiff, like a sharp sword that has been frozen in the glacier for many years.
Many generals in the Chao Dynasty who were not enough to repair all around, but when they heard Xiahou's unnamed voice, they felt as if the spirits had been hit with a sword, screaming one by one, holding their heads and falling from the air.
"Come here!" The witch iron rushed towards this secret family of witches, and a huge suction rotation struck, actively dragging the witch iron into the array.
All directions are full of evil spirits, mixed with the killing intentions of Xiahou Wusheng and others. The evil spirits are blood-colored, and countless rays of evil spirits whistled at the witch iron with a harsh sound, like countless arrows on him.
The witch iron did not take any precautions and let these evil spirits cut its own body.
In the harsh tearing sounds, a series of evil spirits exploded into shatters. Numerous fine Mars burst out from the witch iron's body, and the oil skin failed to damage the slightest.
The surrounding environment became extremely horrible.
Gravity is soaring rapidly, and it has reached millions of times of the external standard gravity in an instant.
The air pressure is also soaring, reaching the standard million air pressure in an instant.
The temperature is still soaring. When entering the battlefield, it is only slightly hot, but with the effort of fingers, the temperature in the large array has soared to millions of degrees ... This temperature, even if it is an ordinary god, is just a touch. It will immediately burn coke.
Waves of terror like the archaic savage beasts struck like tide.
A loud roar of the devil blew around Witch Iron's ears, and then rushed directly into his mind.
The powerful, sticky killing is like glue, sticking to the witch iron's skin, and wants to intrude into his concubine along his skin.
Countless illusions of blood, blood, and blood grew in front of the witch iron. He saw countless tens of thousands of giant demon gods and strange and strange creatures killing wildly. Those giant deities raised their hands to throw out a terrifying power of terror. They exerted Many of the magical skills are familiar to Witchcraft.
It turned into three heads and six arms, and Xiahou gave birth to his eyebrows, waving three square shields and three heavy axes, snarling and showing his shape from the large array.
He became muscular and swollen, his sweat was pouring out of him like a waterfall, he was spitting out terrible heat, exhaling suffocating evil spirits and soul shocks, like a mad horror, and rushed straight towards the witch iron .
The Wu clan formations are not very mysterious, they are pure, straightforward rudeness and violence.
Thirty-three Wu Clan Erlangs are united to cast their secrets, activate the blood, and obtain the power of a certain Wu clan incarnation demon in the era of ancient mythology. Connect the powers into one through the formation method, in exchange for the blessing of the heaven and earth, and infuse it The human body.
Let a person's strength be strengthened thousands of times and thousands of times.
Even a harmless little white rabbit, as long as it can withstand this great blessing, can kill the dragon.
Even a harmless little white rabbit, as long as he can withstand the pressure of this evil spirit and the shock of the soul, he will have endless fighting skills and become the most terrible fighting machine in the world.
Xia Hou rushed to Wuxi Iron with no name, and with three heavy axes in his hand, suddenly a lingering afterimage was swayed.
Either lighthearted, heavy, or extremely fast, the three-handed axe blasted out dozens of very different moods, and slashed tens of thousands of axes on the witch iron in an instant.
Xiahou's nameless attack frequency was accelerated to an unattachable level.
The bomb index hits 10,000, followed by tens of thousands of hits, followed by tens of thousands of hits.
A heavy axe condensed by the power of Gengjin exploded continuously, and each hit was like a meteor hitting the earth and being placed on the outside. Any one of the hits could completely destroy the land a million miles away.
The huge roar kept ringing, Xiahou roared namelessly, and hysterically poured endless power towards the witch iron.
With Xiahou's nameless cultivation, under the blessing of the Witch Demon Bloodline for thirty-three days, his skin, muscles, and even bones and internal organs were constantly torn, and then the powerful vitality unique to the Witch family With blessing, under the support of huge blood energy, his injuries continued to heal.
Blood roared and roared like thunder.
Xiahou Wuming fell into a crazy, primitive identity.
He completely forgot everything about the outside world. He just tried his best to attack the witch iron, and tried his best, out of instinct, and wanted to defeat the witch iron.
This is him, as the old teacher of the dynasty, the most stubborn obsession and the strongest persistence in his heart.
He, Xiahou Wuming, an old minister of the four dynasties of the dynasty, is now a master.
He, the contemporary patriarch of Xiahoushi, and the ancestors of Xiahoushi, who had followed the founding emperor of the Chao Dynasty, established this glorious kingdom.
For generations of ancestors of Xiahoushi, they cast their heads and shed blood in order to defeat the dynasty ... On the four sides of the battlefield, Xiahou's people died almost every year. In the shrine of Xiahoushi, the spirits of the Xiahou clan who died in battle are enshrined.
Of those ancestors, ninety-nine percent were dead.
However, in the hearts of each tribe of the Xiahou family, there seemed to be a figure floating there in the spiritual position of the ancestral hall, overlooking the surviving tribe in a high position.
Xiahoushi, has been integrated into the Chao Dynasty.
"I can't defeat!" Xiahou growled with an unknown name, and his mouth kept spraying with blood: "How can I be defeated?"
Xiahou Wuming has his pride.
He never thought about it, because Feng Rong's wanton behavior and the Chao Dynasty's chaos shocked him, and he had the opportunity to hang out so many monsters.
A dozen respectable old monsters.
If they could be killed here ... The war situation between the dynasty and the four enemy countries would greatly benefit the dynasty.
Over time, perhaps, the Chao Dynasty had the opportunity to completely resolve the threat from the Quartet's enemy nations.
If this is the case, the dynasty will inevitably be blamed for national prosperity and national security.
However, his Xiahou is unknown, and he will also write a special book in the history books of the Dai Dynasty. The entire Xiahou family will be permanently remembered by the Chao Dynasty as a result of this battle.
But ... Witch Iron!
"Give me, defeat!" Xiahou roared hysterically without name, his attacks became wilder and the frequency became more alarming.
Numerous blazes of fire exploded on the witch iron. In the loud noise, the witch iron stood firmly in place. No matter how Xiahou anonymously borrowed a large array of forces to bombard, he just stood firmly in place.
Just now, there are a large number of road patterns in the multi-spiral light flow in the witch iron's body, which are integrated into his body.
His divine fetus has collapsed to only one foot in height, the witch iron's strength has advanced by leaps and bounds, and his understanding of Pangu's true body has some more whimsy, and his strength has been greatly improved again.
This attack really reached the level of honor.
But trying to deal with the witch iron at this moment is still not enough.
Wu Tie has endured Xia Hou ’s nameless bombardment. Xia Hou ’s name is full of blood, and he has completely fallen into a state of madness.
After such a quarter of an hour, Wu Tie raised his right hand suddenly and blasted out with a punch.
With a loud noise, the Witch Demon blood burst burst out throughout the thirty-three days, Xiahou Wuming, Xia Hou Wusheng and others vomited blood, and all fell pale from the air.
"We are brothers of the same origin ... since I recognize this large array, I naturally break into this large array."
Wu Tie overlooked Xiahou Wuming, who had been spitting blood on the ground and was unable to stand up, and smiled indifferently: "Brother Taishi, don't worry about the things of the dynasty. You can rest in peace and rest in the future ... Things, we will talk about it later. "
When Wutie waved his hand, the old iron scolded, a group of elder elders rushed up, and three or five served one, helping Xia Hou unnamed them, and at the same time they separated them far away.
The witch iron looked at Feng Yao and others with a bleak face in the distance, and said indifferently: "Now, I speak, you have to listen ... you, will not object?"
A Taoist Taoist screamed angrily.
The black sword turned into a ray of black sword awn, and instantly penetrated his body.
The whole body suddenly broke up and planted its head from the air.
Wu Tie smiled. He had snatched the ancient jade charm from Xiahou Wuming's name and crushed it.
The original version of the salary fire was violently shaken, and then the humble, rude altars everywhere went out at the same time.
A group of water tank-sized beacon flames soared from the ruins of the Qianyuan Hall, and the avenue furnace flew over quickly, swallowing this beacon flame that has been passed down from generation to generation.
The witch iron shouted. He cast the Pangu Scripture and transformed it into the true body of the pangu. His strength soared again. At this moment, the witch iron standing more than fifty thousand feet stood in the air, emitting an astonishing pang like a tsunami toward the four sides. Ran Mana Tide.
Under the shock of the witch iron, no one dared to move around.
"Come here, Majesty Feng Rong, please come over."
Wu Tie laughed loudly, and the blood prison screamed, and rushed towards the faceless wind.
No one dared to move around.