Chapter 852: Funeral 2

Chapter 852 Funeral 2
"Ah!"
"Save me, save me!"
Everything was only three seconds, the flames burned more and more, and Philomena's half body was black, and her face looked terrified, shouting loudly.
The of the Nordic gods, the of thunder and the of the earth, slammed the flames of their bodies with horror.
Twenty gods stared at Wang Xian with vigilance.
In a short fight, the Dragon King only released three flames. As a result, Philomena burned all over the body, and the two upper gods were covered by flames.
"Ah, the flame has touched me!"
At this moment, Yu Wenxuan’s horrified voice came. When he beat the flame of Filomena, he was stained and his arm burned directly.
In any case, the flames are not extinguished.
Even if it is the upper god, it still has no effect.
What happened at this moment, even the people around me swallowed a spit.
The Yuwen clan and the Nordic gods are staring at Wang Xian with horror. No one dares to attack.
"Shentong, this is a supernatural power!"
The amazing sound came from the mouth of the Xuanyuan people.
He stared at the four gods burned by the flames, his face changing dramatically.
Magical.
The gods practice the warfare skills and want to improve their own strength again. There is only one way to consolidate their combat skills.
All the gods know it, but it is extremely difficult to concise the powers of the gods. Many of the upper priests are not allowed to do so.
"The fire is not extinguished!"
"what!"
The elders of the Yuwen clan were embarrassed and embarrassed. He shouted his teeth, and the ancient fan in his hand waved off Yu Wenzhao’s arm.
The arm fell to the ground and the flame continued to burn.
"Help me, save me!"
Philomena was completely panicked. Her face was pale and her body was already burned.
If it weren't for the rich water energy around it to contain the flame, she would have died.
Next to it, the two upper gods of the Nordic Divine are now rolling on the ground, full of fear.
"Dragon King, will extinguish the flame of Philomena, do you really want to fall into the situation with our Yuwen clan and the Nordic gods?"
The Yuwen clan had a cold sweat on his forehead, and his face was embarrassed and whispered toward Wang Xian.
"The wedding is a funeral, very good!"
Wang Xian smiled and looked at the scene in a faint manner.
This is his first release, but he is somewhat dissatisfied.
The flames of the first-order release of the imperial court can not be instantly annihilated, which is not perfect, and it feels a little weak!
However, the characteristics of the wood are not fully realized, and they will not be destroyed!
"Dragon King, if you dare to kill Princess Philomena, dare to kill the of our land, the land of Leishan, our king will not let you go!"
A of the Nordic domain stared at Wang Xian and witnessed a loud voice.
"Do you know, I hate threats the most?"
Wang Xian turned his head and looked at the god, his eyes flashing.
The middle-aged god's face changed dramatically, for fear that Wang Xian would send a flame in his eyes and burn him directly.
"Dragon King, if you can stop, our Yuwen clan apologizes to you!"
The Yuwen clan's elder elders stared at Wang Xian with a look of fright, and his face was embarrassed.
Everyone did not think that the Dragon King would be so strong.
Only two flames shot in the eyes can kill the two upper gods.
This horrible flame of his mother, who dares to go up.
Even if it is the territory of the Yuwen clan, even if there are more than 20 gods in the Nordic domain, there is still no one who dares to go forward.
horrible!
One person, laughing at the forty-five gods, but the other party did not dare to attack, but now respectfully apologize!
Horror.
Just around the dark road, the dragon king will recognize the fairy god, the eyes are full of shocking look.
Even the Western gods are embarrassed to look at this scene, especially the goddess of the Eden Divine, the god of the Roman gods.
They just gloated, even excitedly, completely disappeared.
"Apologize, I need your Yuwen clan to apologize? It's already late!"
Wang Xian looked at the scene with a faint look, and there was no expression on his face.
The elders of the Yuwen clan heard Wang Xian refused, his face was gloomy, clenching his fist and biting his teeth: "Dragon King, how are you willing to extinguish the flame!"
"After breaking our Dragon King, we all have to die!"
Wang Xian did not speak, and the sword on the side was like a sword with a sheath, and said coldly.
In his words, after all, the Yuwen clan and the Nordic gods have changed their faces.
"No, I beg you to be a dragon king. It is my fault. I beg you to let me go!"
A bride's gift, the beautiful and incomparable Philomena face despair, huge pain, most of the body was burned black, wolf.
There is absolutely no beauty and pride in the past, and there is no disdain and ridicule in front of Wang Xian.
She was kneeling on the ground, surrounded by a group of gods, but no one dared to go forward.
Yu Wenqi's arm is stained with flame and can only break his arm.
The two upper gods are now covered by flames and screaming.
"I came to your wedding, but you don't give me face, but also said that you have this strength and qualification, but unfortunately, you have no strength and qualification!"
"Go!"
Wang Xian said faintly, turned and walked toward the outside.
But when he saw a glass of wine on the table, it paused.
"On a cup of respected loess and death, this cup, respect you!"
Wang Xian picked up the glass and gently threw it toward the back.
The wine glass was connected in a line, falling in front of Philomena and the two upper gods.
Dear you!
"boom!"
The Yuwen clan and the Nordic gods have a raging look on the face of the gods, and a terrible momentum has gone.
The momentum of the forty and fifty gods made the whole world change dramatically, and even the body under the feet slowly appeared a crack.
However, Wang Xian did not have any birds at all, but slowly paced and flew away in the distance.
Xiao Yu, Feng Lingtian, and Ling Xiao are all behind.
Sprinkle away.
From the beginning to the end, the Yuwen clan and the Nordic gods did not dare to shoot.
Those in the Western Divines are even more afraid to move. Two flames kill two superior gods. Who dares to show up?
"Oh, don't, don't, I'm wrong, beg you, let me go, give me a chance!"
Filomena’s screams continued to sound, making the Uwen and Nordic gods look extremely embarrassed.
Any method can't extinguish the flame that is not very lush.
They can only watch Filomina burnt to ashes.
Watching the two gods stop screaming and lying there motionless.
It’s a wedding funeral!
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(End of this chapter)