Vol 3 Chapter 493: Beast

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped! ......
The sacred sacred sacs are broken one by one, and the powerful energy formed falls from the sky, like a torrent of water pouring down.
There are occasional celestial arms during the period.
It’s just that these falling attacks, as if the mud cows entered the sea, fell into the soul vortex, and even the slightest flaws did not provoke.
The expression of the purple scorpion became more dignified, and then he heard a humming sound, and a huge monster appeared from the air.
It was a huge coffin, and the whole body shone with thunder, and the body was nearly a hundred feet in size, hovering in the air.
The pressure of terror is radiated from the body of the coffin. If the same stress storm spreads out, other people will change their faces after they perceive this pressure and look toward the sky.
The coffin hovered in the air, the clouds above the head rolled, and sometimes one or two thunders fell, a shocking sight.
The coffin raised his head and a humming sound. He saw the dark clouds and thunder in the sky and immediately dispersed.
The vast scene disappeared, and only the spirits were empty, seeming to declare its existence.
This is the first time that Zi Yan has seen such a sacred charm. In addition to the vigilance that should be in the heart, more is actually shocking.
Such a sacred sac, is it a sacred character that can be presented?
But he did not feel fear, but said three people behind him: "They are five, they are handed over to you."
The sable has perceived that the reality of the soul, called Mooney, is not specifically restrained by the fact that Xuan ammonia said that he has not broken the of ghosts.
At this time, the ghost spirit has entered his knowledge of the sea.
Snapped! Snapped! Snapped……
As the crystal is broken, the sacred symbols in the sky are all bursting in an instant, but all the thunder and the heavenly arms are displayed, and they are whistling toward the spirit.
In a twinkling of an eye, the coffin was overwhelmed by many attacks, just as the previous four-person scorpion bombardment.
The expression of Xuan ammonia is still calm, without the slightest wave, it seems that I don't worry about the spirit.
A strong sound of breaking sounds, in the center of the gathering of soul power, a tail flies out, annihilating the surrounding forces, sweeping toward the purple sable below.
boom!
The earth roared, a huge crack that stretched into the deep pit in the distance.
The purple scorpion evades the distance, and there is a symbolic light in front of him. It is the sacred character that he accumulates during this time, going toward the front.
The coffin came from the sky, and the place where it passed, the forest was broken, and the strong atmosphere stirred in the sky.
Those sacred characters have no effect on the coffin, just like being completely immune.
Looking at this scene, Zi Yan’s expression is more and more dignified, and Xuan ammonia is a big laugh:
It seems that without the little devils, you are nothing. But think about it, this is a situation. Poor, in this world, the gap between the realms is so great, how can you be my opponent?"
The sable is still silent and constantly retreating. This is the first time he has taught the soul of the soul. It is indeed terrible.
Even in the heart of Zi Yan, I believe that this is the real sacred charm.
The coffin pursued in the rear, with a strong power, and the forest was broken.
Its mouth opened and a squeaking sounded, and the face of the purple scorpion suddenly changed, and the figure suddenly turned and traversed.
A huge Thunder descended from the sky and landed in the place where the original Ziyan stood, and the roaring sounded.
The coffin is not only physically attacked, but also able to use the Thunder, which is extraordinary.
Looking at the sable of the wolverine, the ammonia can not help but sneer, and now it seems to him that the sable is not the same as the rumors, it seems too weak.
However, if you think about it carefully, you can understand it because it is a world of soul power. You can only use the soul to attack, but you cannot mobilize energy.
Such as the powerful body of the sable, and the power of pure thunder, can not be displayed here.
At this time, the purple scorpion has already retreated to the original deep pit. Xuan ammonia smiled and said: "Where come from, I will take you where to go and die."
The purple scorpion fell into the deep pit, and the sound of the flu was heard, and the coffin chased it up.
Xuan ammonia shakes his head and no longer pays attention to the purple scorpion. He looks toward the rear. The battle there has already taken place. In the case of three dozens, the person on the purple side has the upper hand.
During the period, Xuan ammonia specially took a look at the mountains and the dumb. One of the two was the person named by the ghost king, but it was not clear which one.
Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and it seemed that there was no movement to chase the purple coffin.
He immediately looked in the direction of the deep pit.
A scream of a devil suddenly screamed, and the tail smashed into the coffin in the deep pit, and suddenly flew out, squatting on the ground, breaking several ancient trees, and the belly was facing up.
The face of Xuan Ammonia has changed, and a touch of sensation emerges. How can Zi Zi be a rival of Lingbi?
At this moment, I saw a huge black shadow appearing. It seemed to magnify the countless times of the little devil, and the size was bigger than the coffin. It jumped from the deep pit and rushed toward the coffin.
Two behemoths, fighting together.
"Damn!"
Looking at the two beasts that are comparable, the face of Xuan ammonia flashed a fierce man, which he did not expect.
At this moment, I saw the purple scorpion plucking from the deep pit, he just had a pale face, and there was no other injury.
"Well, today I will use the power of the soul to completely kill you!"
The momentum of the abundance of ammonia began to surge, and the pressure of the soul was once again revealed, and swept away toward the purple.
In the face of this pressure, only purple is cold in the eyes of Zi Yan.
Xuan ammonia rushed over, under the powerful force of the soul, he took a palm forward, and countless souls lingered between the palms.
The wind blew, rolling up the long hair of the purple scorpion, his eyes became colder, and the wind was a big fight, a boxing out.
Did not use the soul, just pure soul.
The two fists met, the giant earthquake came out, and the powerful forces collided together, and countless fallen leaves danced.
The shape of the ammonia is just a sway, the volley retreats a few steps, and the sable is directly flying down several tens of feet. When the body is stabilized, his mouth has blood overflowing.
"Oh, not dead? I don't know how many times can you stick?"
Looking at the purple sputum in the mouth and bleeding, Xuan ammonia could not help but sneer.
The gap in the realm makes him full of confidence!
The purpura wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said, "This is your strength, but it is."
When the voice fell, Zi Yan took the initiative to push forward. This time his eyes were more fierce and more confident.
Looking at the rushing purple scorpion, the expression of Xuan ammonia is still full of disdain, "I don't know what to do!"
Still a palm, the power is even slightly stronger than before.
The sable is also a punch ~ EbookFREE.me ~ power as before.
This makes Xuan ammonia more proud, I believe that such an attack, as long as he comes so many times, he can kill the purple scorpion.
When he thought that Zi Yan was killed by his palm, his heart was filled with happiness.
Two attacks are about to meet. At this moment, Xuan ammonia feels keenly that the soul power contained in the purple scorpion fist seems to suddenly skyrocket, and the fist that is not terrible will become terrible in an instant.
Between the faint, he seems to hear a cold voice coming into his mind.
Shocking soul!
The two attacks met in this way, forming a destructive wave, which spread out.
This time, the flyback is no longer purple.
It is about ammonia.
In the air, there is blood flying, drawing an arc. ()