Vol 7 Chapter 121: All races

[Apologize for yesterday's incident, the third more, wait for a chapter.
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Above Jiu Xiao, there are demon clouds rolling endlessly, and a figure roaring forward along the giant monsters thousands of feet away. The monster has a flat body and wings on its back. It is covered with cyan feathers all around. A pair of golden eyes are sharp, and a touch of evil is permeated in it.
The wings lifted and penetrated for thousands of miles, and the wings fell for thousands of miles.
During the shooting, the distance within 2ooo passed in an instant, and the speed was as fast as a thunder, like a sharp arrow from a string, piercing the clouds and whistling forward.
However, if you look closely, you can see that behind this thousand demon monsters, there are actually three monks standing silently, all looking cold and standing against the wind, letting the wind blow, stir the blue shirt, and grow long.
Of these three, two of them are exactly the same, even the breath is not a little different, as if carved out of a mold. Both of them have a beautiful complexion, pale skin, but a pair of eyes that are as bright as stars. There are faint stars across their eyes. The mystery is like a star trail, which makes people fall into it, as if they are completely lost. Sink forever.
The other person was thin, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but his narrow eyes were cold and without any temperature. Although the corner of his mouth was smiling, the breath in this person's body was like the bottom of the earth, and it was like the sky above. It was extremely cold.
A fascinating magic, slowly hovering around the three.
The destiny twins, the demon genius, have strange means, control the power of destiny in the underworld, and kill the rivals' destiny twins by invisible means.
King Arabesque, the genius of the demon tribe, the true heir of the demon tribe, has a cold heart, and his sexuality kills his opponent with an unstoppable attack.
These three people have a huge reputation in today's ethnic battlefield!
"This time in the Shangyuan auction hall, the orders of the members of the board of directors are very clear, and they bought the demon ancestral fountain at all costs."
"There must not be any difference in this matter." The Arabesque King slowly spoke, although his voice was pleasant, but it was as cold as a blade, without any temperature.
The two destiny twins are like one. At this moment, they frowned, and said lightly, "My demon relic cannot be succeeded by others, and King Arabesque is assured."
Having said nothing, there was no more speech between the two parties, and they rode on the giant birds and monsters and went straight to the place where the auction was held.
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boom!
boom!
boom!
The loud noise burst, the sky shook, and a huge figure roared across the mountains. Ancient trees, rocks, and rivers could not be stopped at all. They were all pulled up, broken, and broken!
The billowing magic is thick and dripping like black ink, exuding an endless manic and overbearing atmosphere.
In this billowing magic pack, a giant monster with a twin head and a height of 2ooo strides forward. The soles of the 's feet have good claws, which can easily pierce into the rocks. With a little force, they can pass endlessly. distance.
In the sound of heavy breathing, all the magical gas turned into a plume of smoke being sucked into the body by this monster, and then sprayed out, and the turbulent surrounding magical gas became more and more rolling.
On the shoulders of the 2ooo boss monster, there is a monk wrapped in strong magic.
These two people are exactly the genius of the Devil to kill the sky and the demon king of fear!
Killing the sky, descendants of the blood of the demon royal family, the real name of the demon, practiced in the demon perilous refining tower for thousands of years, the combat strength is fierce, and the fierce bloodthirsty is the horrible existence of discolored monks in the ethnic battlefield. .
This person is burly and full of blood. Although there is no trace of breath in his body, he has his own strong and extreme evil spirit that lingers around his body, and makes him look pale as he approaches.
The Dread Demon King, although it is not a royal blood, is a genius of the Fear Demon family. He focuses on the damage of the gods and is best at swallowing other people's gods to strengthen his body. He is one of the few people in the devil who is proficient in the way of the gods.
Unlike the ordinary Demon Clan's physical strength, this feared Demon clan looks rather weak, with only a pair of eyes scattered with light blood and strange.
"Fear the demon, my holy artifacts have been separated for tens of thousands of years, and so far they have not been able to collect them all. This auction, you and I have been supported by the ethnic group, and will be brought back to the ethnic group at all costs."
Si Mo opened his mouth low, his voice was deep and thick, exuding an endless domineering atmosphere. It seemed that the whole world was not taken into account by the whole world.
"Sir Lord Master, rest assured that this time we will go with the mighty power, the holy relic must be taken away, otherwise God will stop killing God and Buddha will stop killing Buddha!"
The Dread Lord arched his hand slightly and whispered.
The demons pay attention to the bloodline. Even if the Dread Demon King has the combat power not less than that of Si Mo, but because of the coercion on the bloodline, he still needs to maintain a certain respect for him.
Under the huge sound of the double horror monsters, the conversation between the two was clear and audible, tumbling with the sky, roaring like thunder, roaring like a demon, and amazing!
The magic gas billowed, gathered in the magic cloud, spreading infinitely cold slaughtering and moving fast.
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The sky was dark, the light flashed, and the endless thunder of roar burst between the collisions, reflecting the whole sky.
Under this thundercloud, among the thunder, a monk in a silver robe strolled forward, and as his footsteps fell, the surrounding thunder instantly came together, turning into a foothold under his feet for him to step on. This person, like the ancient thunder god, can control Thunder as his slave.
Above the void, the thunder light shone, and a monk came down with a thunder, and when his eyes fell, he could form a fierce visual impact instantly! This man has a tall skeleton, a complexion, and thunderous eyes. Since he has a domineering breath flowing out of his body, after mixing the thunderous thunder, the force of oppression formed is undoubtedly even more amazing.
This tribal monk is exactly the dumb enemy known as the raging thunder god!
"Fu Yunqi, if you do n’t show up again, you will blame me for being rude and force you out." Duan Modi said with a low voice, Xu is the reason for practicing the magical powers of Thunder Road, this person has a loud voice, even in this thunder He could hear very clearly in the violent roar, and spread far away.
It was just at the moment when this person's voice fell, a gentle laugh suddenly came from the sky-thunder, "Duan Daoyou, I haven't seen you for a long time, you still have such a violent temper, which is really a headache."
In the laughter, an air of Chiang Kai-shek, peace, and greatness appeared directly from a certain point in the Thunder blockade, and rushed to expand in all directions. A young monk wearing a shirt and a square scarf and holding a bamboo roll appeared directly. At the moment, the corner of his mouth was smiling with a faint bitter smile. Obviously it was him who just spoke.
Son of Confucianism, Fu Yunqi!
"Huh! Although I have made some progress, but now it seems that instead of catching up with you, the gap is even wider." Duan Modi snorted, his eyes flashed a bit helpless, and he was instantly suppressed by it. .
After all, the other party is known as the best inheritor of Confucianism and Taoism for thousands of years. It is not surprising that this progress has been made. However, Duan Modi did not give up. As long as the auction went well and he got the Leiyuan Orb, he would be able to make great progress. At that time, he might not be able to compete with Fu Yunqi.
Fu Yunqi is not very handsome, but she has her elegant and elegant atmosphere. She is as simple and gentle as Baoyu, which makes people feel very close after contact. For Duan Modi's mind, this person's mind is clear, but he has not been entangled with this, and smiled slightly, saying, "Let's go, the auction is imminent, you and I are not always late."
His words fell, his feet stepped forward, and he walked forward with the mighty righteousness. The Confucian shirt fluttered, the wind moved forward, and his manners really looked like the ancient saint.
This Fu Yunqi's temperament is similar to that of Jun, but it is more pure than the latter. It is from the inside out. It is not a disguise, but a true gentleman's temperament. This kind of upright person, Fang is the best successor of Confucianism and Taoism. Otherwise, no matter how high you can cultivate, you cannot inherit the essence of Confucianism and Taoism, and still cannot catch up with the steps of the children and be promoted to the highest level.
Duan Modi nodded faintly, his thoughts moved, and suddenly the thunder light rolled like a tidal wave. He crowded it in, hurried forward, with great momentum, and instantly suppressed the mighty Confucianism and Taoism.
Fu Yunqi smiled and didn't care.
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"This auction is held in my unicorn territory. This trip must not be lost, otherwise it will definitely damage the reputation of the ethnic group."
"At the auction, the strong men of all ethnic groups will not be so calm. This time is the day when my Sambo rises and is a blockbuster!"
Above the void, a unicorn monk whistled, his face was gloomy, and the corners of his mouth appeared cold.
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"Cry, my dearest brother, no matter where the human race Xiao Chen hides, as long as I meet, I will surely kill him and avenge you!"
"When I participate in this auction, I will search again for the killer who killed you, until the human race Xiao Chen is found and killed!"
"My brother, don't worry!"
The earth giant genius Suo Sang roared in his heart. He walked in the mountains and mountains at 15o, often stepping up and down, and can span tens of thousands of feet. Within his eyes, there was a murderous tide and an extremely cold forest.
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In the jungle, several alien monks are fiercely fighting for a treasure potion to survive on the canopy.
The two sides have been fighting for almost half an hour, and several members of each team have been killed or injured. They have already red eyes. At this moment, what they want to do is to kill all the opponents in front of them, tore their bodies apart, and to crush them into powder.
But at this moment, no two sides of the war were present. In the shadow of the trees, a vague shadow was extremely fast, and went straight to the war. This shadow is silent and invisible. Walking on the ground can stretch and shrink at will as the terrain changes, without any breath coming out. But the weird thing is, there is no real thing, where does this shadow come from?
Huh!
Huh!
Several faint daggers are almost at the same time, in dozens of places, shooting from the mottled dark shadows and penetrating through the monk's body. Although the exterior looks harmless, Yuan Shen has been hanged directly.
boom!
boom!
The hatred of a dozen monks who were fighting fiercely trembled, and suddenly fainted in disbelief, their bodies fell to the ground, and the endless dust fell.
Dozens of dark shadows converged and eventually stood up from the ground like a living creature, black dissipated, and turned into a normal, ordinary youth. If there is anything unusual about this young man, it is that this person's eyes are too cold, and there is no emotional fluctuation coming from it.
The skillful collection of the storage ring on Monk of Death and the removal of the elixir from the crown of the tree, the young man's figure shook, and again turned into a shadow on the ground, and disappeared in a flash.
Dancers in the night, reaping their lives, blooming with blood.
This person is the shadow killing clan assassin-seven wounds.
He came with a mission on his face and captured Xiao Chen, a human being, and killed him if it was not feasible.
Over the years, the Seven Injuries have been searching. Although there is no real thing, he has a keen intuition in his heart. It won't be long before they meet.
"Xiao Chen, on the day of meeting, I will use your sharp blade to subdue you. If you resist, you will die."