Chapter 666: We are surrendered to the foreigners (first!)

Chapter 666 We are surrendered to the kings (first!)
"A foreigner? What are you doing? Are you surrendering?"
The light and light voice is full of gentle colors.
Five or sixty people stood in the void, and the old man in the center did not have the slightest anger. He looked at the Buddha gods and the Indian practitioners.
The strong people of the Buddha's gods and the Indian cultivators heard the old man without a slight fireworks, and his face showed a trace of embarrassment.
They stared at the crowds in the sky from the cracks in the void, and no one dared to speak.
The other rivers and lakes below are holding their breath, staring at the fairy in the sky as if they have come down from the fairy world.
The old man, known as the Elder of China, saw that they did not reply, and did not care about it. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the many rivers and lakes who stood on the mountain.
The eyes swept the dozen bodies of the attacked place and whispered: "This is the Chinese rivers and lakes? It is really weak!"
The elders of China whispered softly, and the young middle-aged women who were short-haired immediately approached the old man for two steps. They said with respect and respect: "The Chinese elders, below are the warriors of our rivers and lakes. As for them, they should be foreign power!"
A short-haired middle-aged gaze swept the following, apparently very familiar with the people of the rivers and lakes.
"Ok?"
More than 2,000 Jianghu warriors raised their faces with suspicion and looked at the middle age of speaking.
"Hua, China Deacon!"
Suddenly, a shocking voice came from the mouth of the Qingfeng faction. He stared at the short-haired middle-aged with amazement.
"Ok!"
The short-haired middle-aged heard the sound, looked at it, and nodded faintly.
"After the world has hidden in the world, the whole rivers and lakes have really fallen. It is not even as good as a small child. It is actually being bullied by foreigners. It is really a waste!"
The elders slowly said, stepping toward the mountain below.
Behind them, a group of fifty or sixty strong men followed behind and fell towards the mountain below.
"Hua elders, Xianmen hidden world, magic roads, the rivers and lakes generation is not as good as a generation!"
Short-haired middle-aged sighed slightly.
"Hey!"
Five or sixty people stood at the top of the mountain, surrounded by a group of rivers and lakes, the atmosphere of the warriors did not dare to breathe, standing there nervously.
"Although they are all waste, but at least we are the warriors of China. We, China, have been bullied, and we have always been our kings, and foreigners have surrendered!"
The face of Hua Chang's face is expressionless, and his eyes are on the Buddha's gods and the strong people in India: "Kill us a dozen people, ten times to pay back!"
"Elders, give it to us!"
Behind him, three middle-aged indifferences stared at the Buddha's teachings in front and the hundreds of people in the Indian state: "The foreigners dare to kill me Huaxia, ten times repay!"
The three said, there is no sign, the energy of the blue color in the hand directly swung forward.
"You, we have something to say!"
The leader of the Buddha's gods saw the cyan energy of the three middle-aged people's face changed slightly, and the scepter was a little, and the golden light set up a golden defense in front of them!
"The kill is saying!"
The three middle-aged people saw that the Buddha's gods and infants had a strong defense, and their eyes flashed a bit of disdain.
"The thorns are buried!"
The three men sipped and the blue energy fell directly on the branches of the mountain under the shock of everyone.
"Oh la la!"
For a moment, the tree was like a horror tree, the branches grew wildly, and the roots squirmed.
Hundreds of trees and branches have become thousands of meters in an instant, and they are madly attacking the Buddhist disciples and Indian practitioners.
"what?"
The old man who holds the double-sided head scepter has changed his face, and an old man beside him is also a big change.
The golden light trembled and passed through the branches.
"what!"
A horrified cry came suddenly. Under the mountain peak, a tens of meters long branch suddenly came out of the ground and directly trapped his body. The blood came out of his mouth instantly!
"Be careful!"
An Indian strongman shouted loudly and frightened.
"Ah!"
However, at this time, the overwhelming branches around the ground rose from the sky and the ground!
A group of Buddha gods and the Indian practitioners showed a terrified look on their faces.
The screams only lasted for ten seconds and stopped short.
On the ground, more than one hundred bodies were lying there.
"One hundred and forty, just right!"
A middle-aged gaze swept over and said faintly.
This sentence instantly made the Buddha and the practitioners of the Indo-China chill in the heart, staring at them with horror.
When they are in danger, they are ready to escape.
"Ok!"
The elders of China nodded faintly and looked up at the Buddha and the Indian cultivators. They said faintly: "The rest of the foreigners, your king has returned, surrendered, or died!"
"call!"
The words of Elder Hua made the face of the Buddha's gods change, and his face showed an angry look.
"This elder, our Buddha gods are the top nine forces in the Asian continent, and the gods and gods suppress the domain!"
The old man holding the double-sided head scepter sullenly sullen.
"Buddhaism? Oh, I haven't heard of it. I have only heard of the imperial gods that we have destroyed. It seems that you are not surrendering!"
When the elders heard their words, they still had no slight fluctuations and looked down on them!
"What...you!"
The old man holding the double-sided head scepter widened his eyes and flashed a horrified look in his eyes.
Around the world, the disciples of the Buddha gods, the Indian cultivators, were also full of fear.
The emperor's gods are the ancient gods of their country, and they used to be the largest gods in their country.
But more than three hundred years ago, the gods were directly destroyed, and some of the disciples who had escaped from the storm established the present Buddha.
"Xianmen, you are Huaxia Xianmen, not to say, is it not that Huaxia Xianmen has entered another world?"
The old man holding the double-sided head scepter bounced fiercely, and his eyes filled with incredible questions.
"Foreigns, Your Majesty!"
The elders of China did not say much. There was an emerald green scepter in his hand. The scepter was more than one meter long, and the top position was inlaid with a green-green bead.
"You...you..."
The Buddha God taught everyone in the Indo-China, and his face showed a humiliating look.
Let them surrender?
Let them kneel down?
How can this be!
Why is there a sudden horror in China? Why is the fairy door in their legends coming?
Why are they hit by them?
"Since you don't surrender, it's only dead!"
The old man saw that they were silent for a long time and did not speak. The voice of the overbearing voice said lightly.
"Let's do it!"
For a moment, in the position behind him, four or five middle-aged people suddenly moved.
Around the tree, a few kilometers of trees became tree demon, and they attacked directly.
The two old men held the red scepter in their hands and slowly raised their heads!
"Wood fire burial!"
(End of this chapter)