Chapter 752: Remnant

Eleven giant figures flew out of the military city.
When they volleyed, millions of people swallowed a lot of Yuanjing, and the body's energy recovered a small half of the giant soldiers suddenly stood up, the double red light flashed, and the thin red light once again set fire.
This time, the red light from the millions of giant scorpions was precisely concentrated on a mysterious ancestor.
Just listen to a tragic, this Xuan Ming ancestors immediately vaporized below the waist.
The light of the ice on the Wanzhang ice sculpture pulled eleven giant figures out of the military city. Ten of them stood on the ground and stood firmly in the wilderness of the city. Only a half body was accompanied by a loud noise, and it tumbling dozens of laps on the ground, killing thousands of tribal fighters who could not escape.
The city defense of the military city was once again opened, and Wu Tie and others rushed out of the avenue Baodan, and tried to restore the loss.
Everyone gathered around the five-way Taoist people. Wu Tie nodded to the five-way Taoist people. The five-way Taoist screamed and shouted, and the colorful light of the gods descended from the sky, and the witch iron, the old iron, the martial arts, the white, the dry, Cognac and others all brushed into their own five elements.
The three ancestors of Xuan Ming are roaring in the five elements of space, and the whole body ejects infinite cold and ice crystals against the overwhelming flame.
Giant Sang swayed the branches slightly in the five elements of space, and a sturdy congenital greenwood spirit merged into the void, providing a constant stream of 'fuels' for the sky.
The size of the three-legged golden fist of the fist is not recovered, but it has been several times stronger than that of his fine form.
The little red bird opened its mouth and sprinkled a tiny gold-red Mars. The temperature of the sea of ​​fire rose straight up, and even the void was burned almost melted.
The three Xuan Ming ancestors lost contact with the outside ice sculptures, they can only rely on their own strength to resist the burning of the five elements of space. Their body is cold and refining, and the high temperature passes through the cold of their body, burning a lot of blisters on their pale skin.
When Wu Tie and others entered the five elements of space, the three Xuan Ming ancestors also issued unwilling roars.
The three men pulled out the scimitars, corrugated swords and odd-shaped spears that were rising in the cold. They spit out the cold and stirred the spirits in their hands. They smashed the sea of ​​fire and smashed the sea of ​​fire, and smashed it to Wu Tie and others. Come over.
Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin, who stood behind Wu Tie, also shot.
In the hands of Li Xuan turtle, a tortoise shell flew out of the hand, and a huge innate gossip figure flew up and turned into a huge gossip shield in front of Wu Tie and others.
Yuan Qilin is a right-handed wave. A slap-sized reel flies out of the palm of his hand. When it winds up in the wind, it expands rapidly and instantly becomes a huge Jiangshan community map and a congenital gossip.
Numerous pieces of cold light swept across the area, and the Eight Diagrams Society, which had been combined in shock, violently swayed and shook.
Thousands of gods and Ming masters behind Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin were simultaneously shot, constantly injecting their own mana into the combined treasures.
I saw a mysterious turtle with a length of thousands of miles, entrenched in the map of the Wanli River, free to swallow the sky and clouds.
The tortoise's tortoise shell is on the glory of the tortoise. In the Jiangshan community, a large river is emptied from the river. It is turned into a white dragon wrapped around the mysterious turtle, letting the cold light linger, the mysterious turtle does not move, and the cold light is continuously fried. Smash.
The three ancestors of Xuan Ming were completely desperate.
Rao is that they are all powerful and powerful in the peak of the Ming Dynasty. Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin are driven by the townsmen of Li and Yuan. The killing power of the two secret treasures may not be enough, but the defense. Absolutely top.
Thousands of gods and gods provide a steady stream of mana, how can they break this horrible defense with the power of the three of them?
In particular, they have already suffered a lot of coldness in the five elements of space.
"We are not convinced!" A mysterious ancestors screamed: "We have eaten so much bitterness!"
"We are not convinced!" Another Xuan Ming ancestors screamed: "We are so easy to get out of the endless ice hell, we should not die here... alcohol and beauty, enjoyment, we have not had time to enjoy!

"We are not convinced!!!" The third ancestral ancestors dragged the scorpion, like a cuckoo blood screaming: "I thought that we were also the characters of the Megatron, we just don't want to die, we trust the gods." But they were imprisoned in the ice hell... tormented day and night... We were so easy to get out!"
"But all this, what does it have to do with us?" Wu Tie's cold voice interrupted their slogan: "No matter what kind of big man you were, you are now with your children and want to destroy our seedlings." ...you have no me, not you are dead, that is, I am alive!"
Wu Tie took a deep breath, behind him, nearly 10,000 gods and Ming masters shot at the same time, a mana continued to invest in Wu Tie's body.
At the beginning of the day, the dragonfly is slowly spinning, and the river is tumbling over time. Wutai uses the power of the Taichu to invade the long river. It is like a comet falling in the big river, stirring the river, splashing countless whirlpools and dangerous undercurrents.
At the beginning of the day, it was stable and stable in the long river. Wu Tie locked in the breath of a mysterious ancestor. He traced his past figure a little bit in the long river and traced his entire life.
羲 武乐, 老铁, etc. have started to attack, the flames of the five elements of space have no harm to them, they have surrounded the three ancestors of the mysterious ancestors, constantly passing through the air, numerous powerful powerful spells, secrets The curse, the raindrops fall on the three ancestors of the Xuan Ming, constantly consuming their power.
The atmosphere of the three Xuan Ming ancestors continued to decline, and the snoring of the three people became increasingly languid.
Witch iron shuttled a little bit in the long river of time, and he finally found the past of the mysterious ancestor who was locked by him. He reached out and gave a light blow, in the long river of time, completely obliterating his initial state of birth.
Among the three ancestors of Xuan Ming, holding the machete, the one who was madly slashing suddenly screamed, and then the whole bombed into a group of Mars, and all traces of existence disappeared without a trace.
"Old Six!" The other two Xuan Ming ancestors exclaimed at the same time, it is sad and angry, and at the same time, more is fear.
Enemies can kill them with such a weird means, then they will certainly kill them.
"We are not satisfied!" The Xuan Ming ancestor holding the rippled sword screamed: "Come, fair war, a fair fight with the old man!"
Wu Tie looked up and smiled coldly: "Well, fair war, you will be repaired, and you will be repaired to retreat to the heavens, and the king will fight you with justice!"
Both Xuan Ming ancestors closed their mouths.
God's clear vision, the only way to repair backwards is to seriously hurt yourself.
After all, the cultivation of the gods and the clear world is the fusion of the soul and the body, the integration of the law of the road and the body. This kind of integration is irreversible and can only be destroyed.
Wu Tie is the cultivation of the gods in the Ming Dynasty. The two old ghosts want to return their cultivation to the heavens. The only way for them is to seriously damage the 90% of their bodies...
A good-natured person has been destroyed by 90%. What is left?
This is simply impossible.
"There is a kind, let him come!" The two Xuan Ming ancestors quickly patrolled the crowd, and then they pointed to the highest level of cognac.
Dry and lazy, raising his right hand, he shook his head decisively: "The deity is not planted... The deity has to keep his life, to love, to care for his sister, where is this leisure time, and the old life of you Desperate?"
The sigh sighed, and the dry and extremely sullen said: "Look at you all a lot of age, not at home to raise the sky, but ran out with a group of grandchildren to fight home, killing and setting fire... old and not dead is a thief , that is what you are!"
"The deity is different, the deity is pampered, the body is delicate and expensive, the world is rich and wealthy, countless good things are waiting for the deity to enjoy it... Who can't live with you? Don't look at it, you are a bad life, how Can you compare with the deity?"
A dry mouth, extremely sinister and mean, two Xuan Ming old ancestors vomit blood, accidentally, the old iron is like a ghost, passing by them, the hands of Yin and Yang guns swaying countless points of cold, in their There are hundreds of fist-sized holes in the body.
The blood of the rising cold is sprayed, and the ancestors of Xuan Ming, who are more than 900 feet tall, gradually dissipate their mana, and can no longer maintain such a huge body shape.
Their bodies are shrinking a little bit, a little bit broken, and a little bit refining...
Outside the military city, the eleven breathless Xuan Ming ancestors slugged for a while, and suddenly their boss screamed, and his hands screamed loudly in his chest: "He hurt me too... three brothers, too!"
In the eyes of the eleven Xuan Ming ancestors, tears flowed, and the ghosts cried and cried.
Thousands of tribal elders also screamed like a bereavement, and countless Xueyuan tribe fighters stood in the snow and snow, completely lost their sense of proportion.
Eighteen almost invincible ancestors, a short battle, smashed seven people, seriously injured one person.
This, this, this...
Was it not as strong as before? Was it not invincible before?
How suddenly, things have changed like this? Even the power of the of the highest glacier can't make the ancestors kill the enemy.
The horror spread in the crowd, and the soldiers of countless small and medium-sized tribes looked around and looked around.
Among the cruel snowfields, small and medium-sized tribes have their unique living culture.
The vassal tribes follow the footsteps of the big tribes to kill the looting... things are not good, they run away when they run, and they can survive if they run fast.
The soldiers of the Xueyuan tribe, in addition to the most powerful six tribes, other small and medium tribes, all have developed excellent escape skills.
Morale is declining, and some fighters are beginning to figure out how many women they have grabbed these days and how much wealth they have grabbed.
Their tribal elders, all eyes too free, began to figure out how to transport these wealth and women back to the snow - if the 18 Xuan Ming ancestors failed, escape is of course the only choice.
How to run the fastest, how to run faster than everyone else, how to bring back the most people when they flee, bring back the most spoils... This is a matter of studying the leadership and ability of a tribe.
There are several tribal elders who are quiet and walk back a few steps in the crowd.
In the next moment, these retired tribal elders suddenly blasted into the ice of the canopy.
The boss of Xuan Ming’s ancestors slowly retracted his hand and said coldly and ruthlessly:
Even if you all die under this city, you must also kill the people in the city and avenge our brothers!

"Remember, even if you all die here, you have to break through the city and avenge your brothers."
The boss of Xuan Ming’s ancestors said sullenly:
The group’s nine-day supervising Xuan Ming’s big array...grouping, killing the enemy!

The faces of the other ten Xuan Ming ancestors suddenly became happy, and then their faces suddenly became stiff.
"Big brother, nine days of supervising Xuan Ming big battle, we must have twelve brothers to form a composition... We, we, we have only eleven people now!"
A mysterious ancestor carefully watched his own boss.
The boss of Xuan Ming’s ancestors stayed, and hurriedly extended his fingers. They counted their own brothers one by one, and then slammed their feet:
Fuck!

One foot squatted, the earth roared, and a large piece of cold air spurted the square. The hundreds of tribal elders in the vicinity mourned in unison, and were rushed hundreds of feet away, one by one covered with thin ice scum and curled up on the ground. stop.
After a quarter of an hour, the Wu Tie is like an old mountain eagle. It is very imageless on the city gate building in the middle of the north wall of the military city.
Behind him, seven extremely large columns of light skyrocketed, plunging the sky into seven huge holes.
In front of him, the size of the seven heads, the radiant and fascinating crystals of the gods are suspended there. Under his control, they are arranged in the shape of a star of the Big Dipper.
You gave Wu Tie a secret weapon to collect the soul crystal and blood essence, and the seven ancestors who were killed by the Xuan Ming became the crystal of such seven souls. As for their essence, they have been sent back to the Wu people by Wu Tie.
The mysterious veins are still inherited in the Wu people.
The bloodline essence of Xuan Ming's ancestors is enough to cultivate dozens of top talents for today's witches.
As for the crystallization of this soul, Wu Tie did not think how to use it. Perhaps, it can be used to bargain with the secluded, to see if you can get something from his hand.
'boom'!
A low roar came from the north.
A group of blue light shone from the sky, rushed to a very high altitude, and then turned into countless cold light to fall around.
In the sky, a crystal clear ice crystal falling, the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, the frost spread on the earth, spread from the north all the way, quickly crossed the military city, the vast land in the south of the general city was turned into a snow and ice.
The laws of heaven and earth are fluctuating in the same way.
The coldness shrouds everything, and other laws such as the ground and the fire, the five elements of yin and yang, all are rapidly weakening.
In front of the military city, twelve gray-white icicles grew out of nothing.
However, one of the twelve icicles is obviously shorter and thinner, and the color is also a bit confusing, revealing a congenital lack of taste.
A hoarse, sorrowful voice came from the twelve pillars of light: "Wu Wang children, can you dare to fight?"