Vol 2 Chapter 1862: Hidden Island Destruction 7

The king of the island, Shen Zun, said: "The deity will never let you ruin the island."
"Oh, don't let this sacrifice be ruined, joke, do you think that with this situation, those people are still alive?"
Is this dying island not ruined?

The sacred laughter of the holy sacred sounds.
Responding to him is the squatting posture of the king of the island, and the fierce pilgrimage to the priest.
The sacred figure is in the air, and the backhand is followed by a palm.
"Boom." I only heard a muffled sound, and the water splashed.
The sacrificial priest and the prince of the island, the two palms, intersected and clung together.
From a lightning-like attack, it instantly turns into a competition.
Watching the face of the holy priest and the king of the island, the red face slowly rose, and the smoke began to appear on the top of the head, but the figure was not moving as the iron.
Ouyang is in a tight heart.
Internal forces work together, and a mistake is a matter of life.
Not because of the hand that has been clenched into a fist, the more gripped blue veins are cracked.
"How..." Just rushed out of the crowd at this point, and the left and right guards who came quickly and the few murderers who followed closely.
Looking at the situation in front of me, the left guardian law only had one tone in one sentence, and it was pressed down.
Looked at the scene where the internal forces have begun to fight.
The left and right guards and other people's faces began to look hard, and they quickly stood by Ouyang Yufei, and they only watched quietly.
By the lake, the breeze is flying and the silence is abnormal.
In the lake, the inner strength is arrogant and murderous.
Blood red eyes, the holy priest looked at the king of the island in front of the eyes, sneer, silent, the king of the island, said: "You are not as good as me.
I must have buried this island with me today.

The king of the island, Wang Zun, looked at the eyes of the holy priest, his face was blood red, and the same silent road:
"You can't think about it, I just put it on this life, and I won't let you reach it."
The sacrificial priest saw this and laughed very hard.
"What to do, Master can't beat him."
Ouyang Yufei, who always pays attention to the situation in the field, naturally did not miss the lips of the two people, and immediately lowered the voice of anxiety.
The former King of the Island and the Holy Sepulchre were the teachers and brothers taught by a master.