Chapter 1345: Wrath of the King of the Earth

阎王拼了, 阎王印 bursts the greatest power,
Endless blasphemy is the magic weapon of the sacred, overwhelming, golden light, and does not give the opportunity to sing the king. (8) (1) Chinese Network WwW. 81.Zw. COM
Nine whirlpools, as if to inhale the heavens, the power is terrible.
The endless glory of the golden light, no less than the power of the whirlpool, completely shrouded the vortex and went down.
boom!
A tornado formed in the vortex, and then other vortexes also flew a tornado.
The sky is completely occupied by the nine tornadoes, covering the sky.
Those ghosts are more like duckweed, flying completely to this horrible tornado, and once they get involved, they will fly away.
As a result, the deafening screams resounded through the clouds and were horrifying.
The king of the Tibetan Mastiff was stunned, and there was a word in his mouth. The law in his hands changed indefinitely, and the endless 袈裟 did not fear the nine tornadoes.
Bang!
Finally, a tornado hit the endless shackles, swaying, shaking, and immediately stabilized.
The golden light sprinkled, and the tornado that rolled the yin between the heavens and the earth was immediately dyed into gold by black, and the screams of the ghosts that were attracted came to an abrupt end.
Their eyes have become calm and calm, although the king of the king is still wielding power, but it seems that in their eyes, the king of the king is not terrible.
The tornado was completely dyed golden by golden light, and the tornado was drastically reduced.
Hey!
A crackling sound, a crack on the tornado, spread quickly, and soon it was full.
In the end, the tornado exploded and turned into a golden light, scattered in the air.
The ghosts that were originally attracted by the King of the Kings regained their freedom and cheered.
The tornado was connected to the king's seal. When the tornado broke, the power of this horror spread directly to the king.
Snapped!
The heavenly magic weapon 阎 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印 印
puff!
A blood spurted out of a scorpion king's mouth, and the look immediately became wilted, apparently being extremely hurt.
Other kings saw it, and they all drunk up, madly urging Wang Yin, trying to save his life.
However, there is no end to the golden light.
In an instant, the heavens and the earth were completely occupied by golden light, especially the golden light beams that descended from the sky, and the energy contained in them was awe-inspiring.
Eight golden lights collided with eight tornadoes, and the tornado was completely dyed in gold for a while.
With the lessons of the previous car, the kings immediately understood that they were not the opponents of the King of Tibet. The confidence of the genius was only deceiving himself.
"What should I do?" The kings looked at each other and did not have a suitable answer and method.
No one is talking because they have realized that it is at the juncture of life and death.
At the time when they had not finally made up their minds, the Dizang King had made up his mind, swearing through the Tibetan scriptures, and endlessly smashing the golden light, and the eight tornadoes were completely dyed in gold and exploded.
The tornado disappeared, and the eight kings were also destroyed.
The heavenly level magic weapon, the treasures of the kings, have not left in front of the endless battle for ten minutes, and those magic weapons are completely retired from the stage.
Puff puff……
The king of the scorpion vomited blood, and the internal organs seemed to spit out in general. One by one was pale as paper, and looked at the endless hustle and bustle in the sky.
The endless squats are falling a little, there is no resistance from Wang Yin, they are the lambs to be slaughtered, and the mood can be imagined.
Song Jiang Wang Che was completely shocked by this scene and was impressed by the cultivation of the Tibetan king.
His heart is full of sorrow, the vest scares a cold sweat, if he is obsessed with it, or does not win, is it the same end with these kings?
If there is nothing in it, if he has a bad move, he will almost leave the ghost gate and almost disappear.
Song Jiangwang’s mouth trembled a few times, and he looked more afraid of the eyes of the Tibetan king.
One by one, the king vomited blood, and the breath became very weak. Looking at the endless shackles from the sky, it seemed as if a knife was hanging on the neck, and it might fall at any time, asking for their lives.
They did not care for the injury, there is no Wang Yin, they have a skill, although not as good as Wang Yin, the power can not be underestimated.
As a result, the nine kings of the princes have printed spells, and the sinister scent of a horror spread from them.
In a short while, these breaths merged together and turned into a huge head.
This ghost head seems to occupy half of the sky, several times larger than the mountain that the king of the king has become. Looking at it, there is a very small feeling.
Endless golden light blooms, the momentum is not reduced, and it falls quickly.
"Roar--"
The ghost head roared in the sky, and the yin was a masterpiece, as if to devour everything in the world.
The king of the earth does not change color, and he did not put this horrible scene in his eyes. His mouth was filled with words, and the mysterious and profound Tibetan Buddhist scriptures sprang out from his mouth and turned into a golden Sanskrit, flying to the endless battle.
On the road, the endless glory of the masterpiece, the degree of decline increased, and the head of the ghost immediately confronted.
The endless squats inward and immediately wraps the ghosts. The horrible yin is completely covered up by Jin Guang.
Hey!
The ghost head squats in the middle of the squat, and continually collides, trying to rush out.
However, all this is in vain.
The endless golden light is too dazzling, and it is not at all that the ghost can break through.
When the king saw it, the heart immediately fell into the abyss, and the weak breath became rushed, and the breath was like a cow.
"kill!"
Suddenly, a king screamed and rushed to the endless battle.
boom!
A golden light was shot on the scorpion and hit the king. A huge black hole appeared on the chest of the king. He flew out like a cannonball.
The man was still in the air, and his eyes were stunned by his eyes, unbelievable.
In the black hole, a little bit of golden light, the golden light spread to all directions, and in a short while, the body of the king was completely occupied by Jinguang and became a golden man.
Hey!
A crack spread from the inside out to the whole body. In a short while, the crack was covered with the whole body. Eventually, it was broken and turned into a piece of golden light, which spread out.
Other kings were struck by lightning and looked at this scene with a sly look. They did not seem to think that their companions would be so vulnerable and vulnerable.
When the kings fought back, the pressure on the bottom of their hearts was incomparably huge. This scene was like the last straw that overwhelmed the camel, and the fear spread rapidly in their hearts.
"Does he really dare to kill us?"
The kings have come up with this thought in their hearts. If they had a little luck in the past, this scene clearly tells them that the Tibetan king is really killing.
The wrath of the king of the land is not something they can bear.