Chapter 1944: Wufang Patriarch

At this moment, Qin Chen looked forward, and the figures fell down one after another, and continued, no one of these people could run away.
Even Ling Wuliang, Mo Yunyan and Duan Shanhe will be exhausted here.
"This group of is also deserved."
Yi Lingzhi said with a hint of resentment at the moment.
Tang Ming died in the hands of Tian Wu Dao, and the Quartet's Holy Realm was inseparable.
This time, they will be wiped out before they can conveniently attack the Devil in the Rainbow Sanctuary.
Otherwise, these five parties have always provided a place for the demon to live. Even if they tried everything to encircle the demon, it was ridiculous.
At the moment, Qin Chen looked around, the blood was getting stronger and stronger.
Ling Wuliang roared at the moment: "Qin Chen, you must not die!"
He saw his son killed, but he was powerless to stop it.
At this moment, Qin Chen's expression was cold.
"The demons invaded the Rainbow Sanctuary that year, how many creatures died in the Rainbow Sanctuary?"
"Everyone united and slaughtered the demons before they stabilized the situation."
"But you are secretly making money with the Demon Clan, for your own personal benefit, and let the Demon Clan develop."
"People like you are dead, and Qin Chen will not feel a little guilty."
Mo Yunyan scolded: "Who is not a warrior in this world, who is fighting for fame and profit for himself, you don't care about yourself, can't anyone else care?"
"Striving for fame and fortune, that is within the human race world, but the invasion of foreign races, to destroy your whole race, do you still cooperate with them?"
"Huh, the demon are not so capable!"
Qin Chen heard this, but sneered: "If you have such great ability, you will not cooperate with you now and seek benefits, but directly take the head of your item, plunder your wife and daughter, destroy you Race! "
"you……"
Qin Chen said again: "Since I'm going to die, put a few Mozu cushions back? Tell me, where is the existence of the Mozu in the Rainbow Sanctuary!"
"You are so capable, find it yourself." Broken Mountain and River roared.
At this moment, he was on the side of the family, and several holy kings fell.
How difficult it is to train a holy king.
But at this moment, the speed of death is getting faster and faster.
This is less than a joss stick time, thousands of people, less than two hundred people have died.
too fast.
As time drags on, they will all be lost here.
In contrast, Qin Chen's group of people was on the altar, watching them quietly, and each died.
"I can not be reconciled!"
At this moment, Lingwu Liang roared and spread a hundred miles.
He had just reached the level of the Saint Emperor, stepped into the gate of the new world, and Shou Yuan was prolonged.
Uh, uh ...
At this moment, the saints of the Quartet are despondent.
Suddenly, outside the huge valley, the sound of breaking the sky suddenly sounded.
At this moment, a banner glowing with yellow light came into the wind.
The pale yellow flag was three feet high, and the strong wind rushed into the valley.
But when the flag came flying, only a long streamer was seen, breaking out of the sky.
The long streamer moved with the wind, and roared out, shining brightly.
Boom……
The dull burst sounded at this moment.
Above the long streamer, there was a figure with white hair, but it was a strong posture, and it came out with murderousness.
At this moment, there was another sound of broken air.
A huge brush with a length of more than a dozen feet, the tip of the pen is velvety, with a little ink color, as if the black needle tip of the Dao, released a terrible cold.
On the huge brush pen, a figure, a black dress, a straight posture, and silver hair, but the face is quite handsome.
At the same time, the light was shining, and a ray of light, as if traveling a hundred miles, shone at the moment.
In the beam formed by the light, a person walks with a hand, just like a fairy in the mirror.
not only that.
Outside the spacious passage, a radiant long sword was cut directly at the moment, and ninety-nine images of holy beasts in the sky would be split directly.
Above the holy sword, a figure, a disheveled hair, fell down.
At the same time, I only heard the fame, and it sounded at the moment.
Between the rumbling sounds, a giant tripod landed from the air and hit Panlong.
With a sonorous sound, Juding was bounced away, and the body of Panlong was also trembling at this moment.
At this moment, everyone was pale.
That kind of horrible fluctuations almost enveloped all of them, making people scared and panicked.
"Tianwu Dao, Tianwu Kui!" Haotian looked at the old man who stepped on the long streamer, holding the banner, and exclaimed: "Yinfeng Banner, Hunlei Stream!
"Mo Yunchen, Moyuan's holy artifact Tianyuan ink pen!"
"Jing Feixian, the holy mirror of the falling moon in Jingyuedongtian."
"Broken Clan, Broken Brood, Broken Heart Sword!"
"Lingwudongtian, Lingding of Lingwu family, Wudun!"
At this moment, Haotian looked at the figures that appeared, and the few sacred caves, such as some holy objects that blocked the light of the sky, said slowly.
These holy objects are all the holy inherited holy objects of the five parties.
The five people, 50,000 years ago, were the deciding powers of the five parties. At that time, they already existed in the realm of the Holy Emperor.
At this moment, it is here again.
"You ... are not dead." Yi Lingzhi said indifferently at the moment.
At this moment, Tian Wukui, with his white hair and vicissitudes, and his burly body exploded into a powerful murderous hum, he hummed: "Children Qin Chen, return the lives of hundreds of people from the Tianwu Dao family!"
Drinking it in one word, the wind chanting flag and the Hunlei streamer in his hand released the Dao Fengblade at this moment.
boom……
Wind Blade and Thunder Dragon burst at this moment.
Everyone was in my heart for a while.
At this time, Mo Yunchen held Tianyuan's ink pen and drew dozens of strokes in a row, which directly caused the statue on the mountain to burst and burst with the holy pattern.
And that mirror flying fairy, a simple mirror with a diameter of one meter in his hand, released Dao Dao's light, and the statues of Dao Dao Sacred Head's heads were also exploding everywhere.
The moment of severing love is even more simple and straightforward. With a sword swinging, the mountain is stripped of a layer of stone soil.
At this moment, Lingwu Dongtian, holding the Wudun, waved the Lingding, and smashed it to one side, making the whole mountain shake.
The terrifying breath almost covered the whole valley.
The ghost attack of those holy beasts finally stopped at this moment.
Ling Wuliang, Duan Shanhe, Jing Zhongyu, Yue Hanying, Mo Yunyan, at this moment, panting and fearing.
If it were not for the five ancestors to come, they might have explained it here today.
And at this moment, outside the valley, the sound of breaking the air rang again.
I saw about twenty or so people. When I looked closely, each one looked very old, but the momentum that burst out of my body was not weaker than that of Ling Wuliang and Mo Yun.
More than twenty people, all of whom are Saint Emperor level.