Chapter 1820: 战火胥古圣

Boom!
The cave swayed, the lava seemed to be boiling, and it kept rolling. The eyes of the ancient sacred eyes were smashed, and the power of the world was crushed in the sound: "Do you say it again?"
"What are you going to do?"
The ancient sage of Mo Ling is rushing forward.
The president is so direct, he is not expected, but since the other party is headed, what to do naturally, what to say, will not back.
"I have heard that your Witchcraft teacher has been arrogant. I didn't accept the Confucius in the past, which led to the killing of the whole family in the Masters. I eventually fled here... I thought it was a legend, and now it seems to be true!"
One step forward, the heat wave is stirring around, and the old sacred sneer, the heat of the body, tearing the space into pieces.
When the ancestors made their works for thousands of years, for the first time, some people dared to run over and said that they wanted to accept it as a beast. The original Chen Yonghuang did not dare to say this, an immortal kid... courage Really big enough!
Do not teach a meal, what is the face?
"Our witchcraft, what have you done, you can't take it for you!"
Inkling ancient holy cold.
"Yes?"
The huge head looked over, a fire, and immediately collapsed, and the ancient sacred scorpion of the scorpion swelled and his hands raised.
Hey!
The flame touched the palm of your hand. There was a huge deep pit under the foot of the ancient spirit of Mo Ling, and it took a few steps back.
I didn’t expect this guy to say that he shot, but there is no sign. The ancient spirit of Mo Ling is about to explode. When the body flashes, it rushes up. People are swaying in the air, and the cave is suddenly cloudy. To be cold.
The Witchcraft Master is afraid of the flames, but he learned the rules of the president, and this sense of oppression has disappeared. The real battle may not be lost!
"Or let me come!"
I haven’t come to the front, the faint voice sounded, and the ancient spirit of Mo Ling stopped and looked at the behemoth not far away, and looked alert.
Hula!
Zhang hanging forward, came to the lava and looked at the fire in the air. "Well, how about you and me?"
The ancient sacred priest does not answer, just stare at it.
Innocent Holy Spirit has never seen it, but has heard of rumors, strong and arrogant, but at this moment, so faithfully obeying this command, there must be extraordinary means.
"My bet is very simple, I am fighting with you, you lose, surrender to me, be my beast. You win, I will bring Chen Yonghuang, let him personally promise, to you. Favorable conditions for the beast!"
Zhanghang faint smile: "How? This will not be my strength, you dare not face it?"
"Hey!"
The old sacred scorpion of the fire, the huge hoof claws patted over: "Let me appreciate the real means of the president of the witch soul division!"
Boom!
The space under the hoof claws is broken, and the force is like the essence, and the position where the suspension is suspended is completely blocked.
Inkling's ancient fist is pinched and his face is anxious.
The power of the other party's move, even if it is him, is difficult to compete.
Doesn’t this ancient sacred sacred sacred, which has not been seen for thousands of years, has it been increased again?
"It’s with the help of..."
After the shock, I quickly understood.
It’s not how much the other’s strength has soared. It’s hard to fix it to reach their realm, even if it’s a breakthrough.
The reason why it looks strong is mainly because the other party has used the power of the lava inside the cave to make the advantage of the flame beast itself more playful.
It can be said that the other party in this state, he is no longer an opponent.
You can escape at most.
He is better than the president, the president?
Hurry to see, then I saw the president, smiled lightly, the palm of my hand shook, and the long gun appeared in the palm of my hand.
Like the break, stepping on the lava that spreads, flying upwards, shaking with a long gun in his hand, the guns are one, just like a dragon that has been flying for nine days, facing the upper hoof Rushed over the past.
Boom!
The dragon is in the air, making a short tweet. The entire cave is in the sound, there are road cracks, and countless gravels fly down from above.
"This is... Tianlong octave?"
Inkling ancient St.
This dragon whistle, only seen in books, is said to be the scream of the real dragon, countless creatures, can not withstand the power of a drink, will be shattered on the spot, become mad.
Is the keel gun not just broken?
And the blood is impure... How can you make such a roar?
Hey!
He was shocked in his heart, and the opposite of the fire, the ancient saint did not seem to believe, could not help but retreat a few steps, his eyes exposed.
Although it does not have the dragon's blood, the Tianlong octave has no essential oppression, but this sound is emitted from a dragon. The shock brought by the Emperor of the Beasts still makes the heart appear cracked and does not dare to resist.
Hula!
As soon as he retreated, he saw the black dragon in front of him, the huge tail was stirred, and the lava below, also rolled up, rolled up in a hurricane, forming dozens of lava fire dragons.
Shaking his head, it is only clear that it is not the power of the black dragon, but the young man standing in the same place, with a long gun in his hand, and the lava under the rapid stirring of the gun body, a dragon is stirring and coming to it.
"This is my place, use my things to deal with me, you think too simple!"
I didn’t think that my main battlefield was borrowed by the other side, and I played such a powerful fighting power. I smashed the thick nose of the ancient sacred spurs, spewed a flame, raised my feet and stepped down.
Hey!
A golden ripple rippled around, countless lava dragons, in contact with one, immediately split, repainted as droplets, and fell below.
This place has been waiting for thousands of years. The ground fire magma inside is all tempered by itself. Although it has been obeyed by the other party in a short period of time, it is easy to control it as long as it is willing.
"Yes?"
Being close to the gun, Zhang Hang smiled a little, not because the other party regained control of the lava and was frustrated, but with a strong confidence.
The ancient sacred sacred look again, but there is no contempt in the eyes: "Become a president of the Witchcraft division, it is not simple... However, your strength is indeed only perfect, it is so powerful. The fighting power is because of this long gun?"
A fight, it looked out, this so-called president, real strength, not strong, can fight with him, mainly because of this gun.
"Yes!"
Zhang Hang does not deny it.
"There is no master of the weapon, and you can't play the strongest fighting power. You can display such a powerful trick, so that I almost fell into a wolf. It is indeed very insightful and combat experience..."
See him admit, the fire sacred, nodded in satisfaction, and then shouted: "But, just like this, want to win me... or think too simple!"
At the end of the voice, the lava below boils again, and it rises out from the ground, like a rising tide.