Chapter 1207: Attacking the real market

In the eyes of the Yellow Worshiper, there is a touch of sorrow: "Too virtual eye tiger family, Xingyue Tian snake family?"
The Yellow Saint of the Market gnawed his teeth: "The Great Proclamation does not know what to think. Why do you want to offend the heavens? The true of the gods is dead and dead. Why must you offend a day with the emperor? In this battle of the Holy Land, even if our family wins, we must pay a terrible price."
Although the Pro-God Protoss only degraded four saints, the saints of the subordinate races were as high as nineteen. Even for the entire real market Protoss, it is also a heavy blow.
The Zhenshen Protoss relied on the large number of vassal races to be able to dominate the central star field, expand their sphere of influence to most corners of the entire central star field, collect countless resources, and cultivate a large number of saints and great saints.
If there is no vassal race, the power of the real market Protoss will drop by at least 70%.
The one-time fall of so many saints is also a heavy blow to the real market Protoss.
The creator of the Rock Rock smiled and said: "People have selfishness. The true of the gods, after all, is the only son of the Great Prophet who is promoted to the Holy Spirit, and the only son who has the potential to be promoted. He was killed by the Holy Spirit. Naturally, the real market is mad."
The more powerful the living body, the harder it is to produce a powerful offspring. Many emperors can have many sons before they are promoted to the Holy One. However, once you are promoted to the Holy One and want to give birth to a child, you must use many precious treasures of heaven and earth, as well as some secret laws.
The Great Virgin of the Virgin is the old monster of the ancestors of the real family, and it is very difficult to make a birthday. It is even harder to want to give birth to a child who can evolve into a Holy Spirit warlock.
The real son of the real market is extremely arrogant, because there is a support of the real market. Since he was degraded in the hands of Yang Feng, he naturally made the Great Man of the Great Wall crazy.
The Yellow Worshiper of the market sighed slightly: "Forget it! No mention, I have something to ask for the Ning Dasheng, take a step first."
The Rock Rock Saints nodded slightly: "Good!"
A stream of light flashed, and the Yellow Saint of the market flew in the direction of the central sky of the godland.
The Temple of Heavenly Market is located in the center of the real world of the gods. It is known as the temple, but it is a continuous palace complex. A circle of light emerges from the temples, and it is like a god's kingdom.
A glimmer of light flashed down to the towering, majestic Great Temple in the center of the market.
Above the entrance to the Great Shrine, the head of a broken magic dragon is inlaid. That illusionary dragon is an almost extinct world of aliens. Both eyes can see through all the illusions. Even a strong semi-emperor can't escape the illusion of the illusionary dragon.
The ray of light appeared to be the sacred figure of the ruins of the Yellow Emperor. He stood coldly before the door. "I have something to ask for the Ning Dasheng!"
The light in the eyes of the illusionary demon dragon flashed slightly, and two illusory magic lights shrouded the body of the Yellow Saint.
Soon, the illusion of the magical light, the enchantment of the entrance to the Great Shrine shines, and opens.
The Yellow Worshiper took a step forward and entered the shrine of the day.
Inside a hall inside the Temple of Heavenly Market, a handsome young man is sitting and admiring the dance of the beautiful people.
As soon as the Yellow Saint entered the main hall, he bowed to the young man in the center of the main hall: "I have seen the Ning of the Ning!"
The Ning Sheng Da Sheng Road: "The Yellow Worship of the Market, you are here, sit."
The Yellow Saints of the Market: "Da Sheng, I am coming here, I have to say something important to you. Please also let these idlers and others retreat."
The Ning Dasheng brow was slightly wrinkled and said coldly: "If there is anything, wait until you finish watching the dance."
The Yellow Saints said: "It’s a big deal, and please ask the Great St. to let these people back."
"Return all!"
The face of the Ning Dasheng was slightly sunk and waved, and the beautiful dancers were retired.
The Ning Da Sheng cold ice ice road: "What?"
The Yellow Saints of the Market said: "We have spies in the real market Protoss! And the position of the spies is very high, it is a saint!! He has been bought by the Holy Spirit."
The face of the Ning Dasheng changed, and the mind was slightly shocked: "How is this possible? Tiansheng entered the central star field for less than a hundred years. How could it be possible to buy a saint among my people?"
"The saint who was bought is me!"
The Yellow Worshiper suddenly smiled and suddenly burst into a stream, holding the [弑神匕首] directly to the Ning Dasheng.
The face of Ning Dasheng changed, and he was furious, and there were countless mysterious curses: "The Yellow Worshiper, you are a big dog, you dare to stab me!! What benefits did Tiansheng give you?"
At that moment, the sacred master of the great holy suddenly emerged from the Yellow Worship of the ruins. In the illusion of the chest, the face of a nine-eyed magical emperor emerged.
Nine twisted voids contain the illusion of the illusion of light and direct a brush to the market.
On the body of the Ning Dasheng, there was a variety of magical light, and a mirror flew directly out of it, growing a strange eye, trying to resist the nine rays.
The magic mirror with strange eyes was brushed by the light, the light in the eyes was twisted, and the head turned directly. Looking at the Ning Sheng San Sheng, a strange and magical light hit the Ning Dasheng On the body.
The Ning Dasheng was brushed by the incomparable light, and the whole person fell into a illusion.
At that moment, the "God of God" in the hands of the Yellow Saints in the market directly penetrated the belly of the Ning Dasheng.
Numerous cursive prints spread from the [God of God] and completely sealed the power of the Great Wall.
The Ning Dasheng looked angry and screamed at the ruins of the Yellow Emperor: "Why, the Yellow Worshipers? Why do you want to rely on Tiansheng and betray my family?"
"Nature is to destroy your real people!!"
The Yellow Saint of the market smiled a little, and the countless tentacles of the illusion dominated the body of the Ning Dasheng.
That Ning Ning Dasheng was in a state of paralysis.
The Yellow Saint of the Market is cold and cold: "Where is the honey Shirley being held?"
The Ningsheng Road of the Ningxia: "Micheliya is locked in the ninth floor of the Star Devil's Hell in the deepest part of the Eternal Star. There are the Great Man of the Great Wall, the Great Eye of the Tiger, the Great Saint of the Stars and the Snake ""
Yang Feng, the incarnation of Yang Feng, smiled and said: "The true sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred I can see you."
The three great sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred priest It is not the peak of the Holy One, but the strongest of the semi-emperor.
The Great Virgin of the Great Wall is a strong man of the semi-empire. Too imaginary, Tiger Dasheng, Xingyue Tianshen, is very mysterious. It has not been shot for tens of thousands of years. No one knows where they are strong.
"Read his memory!"
Yang Feng swept the Ning Da Sheng, the five fingers, and a pipe emerged from the [曦神甲], piercing the body of the Ning Dasheng, countless curses shine, crazy absorption The memory of the Ning Dasheng.
That [曦神甲] quickly filtered the memory of most of the Ning Ning Dasheng, and selected the information that Yang Feng wanted.
Yang Feng’s hands were slightly stunned on his face, and his body was twisted and changed. He turned into an identical existence with the Ning.
Unless it is really hands-on, it is difficult to distinguish between true and false even if the semi-empire is strong.
Yang Feng smiled coldly and looked toward the void: "The real market is very strict, even if I want to disguise the Ning Dasheng, it is difficult to pretend for too long. Unfortunately, I don't need to pretend for too long."
In a star field outside the real world of the gods, the void suddenly bursts into a burst, a huge and incomparably, almost obscured the starry fleet of stars to jump out.
The incomparable radiance of the road shone, and the light beams rushed directly toward the fleet that was lined up to enter the real world.
The fleets that were lining up to enter the real world of the gods were slammed by the gunfire, and they turned into countless fireworks in the stars.
"Tiansheng!! The mechanical army of Tiansheng is coming!!"
"Let us go in!! Let us in!!"
"The mechanical army of Tiansheng is coming, let us in!!"
"..."
The great races who were forced to stay outside the real world of the gods screamed and tried to enter the real world of the gods.
A warship even went crazy to the real world of the gods.
Within the real market of the gods, countless curses flashed, and a huge war of stalks appeared from the void, rushing toward the warship.
The warships that are strong in the real world of the gods have been directly smashed by those trenches and turned into powder.
During this wartime period, the real market Protoss will naturally not allow these aliens who have not yet been fully examined to enter the real market of the gods. Once there are some traitors among them, the entire real market Protoss will be buried directly.
The Zhenzhen Protoss is also an eternal emperor who has undergone countless battles. It is naturally heart-wrenching and decisive.
Seeing this scene, the vassal races of the real people have disappeared, driving a warship and escaping to the outside.
Among the huge fleets, the light shone, countless gunfire rushed toward the vassal races of the real market Protoss, and a vassal race armor of the real market Protoss was directly destroyed, and the essence of that race was torn by the fire. Fragmentation.
A glimmer of light flashed from the armor of the various races, flying out of countless strong men, and they used their secrets to escape in all directions.
In the bursts of roaring sounds, the doors of those warships opened, and the light of the waves shone. The numerous six-level main battle robots and the main battle robots of the master series flew out, forming a horrible steel torrent, facing The strong men of all major races fly directly.