Vol 12 Chapter 200: : Ancient Saints

"You can't kill any of them." Ray Mogusheng shivered subconsciously, then he opened his mouth angrily.
Because the world emperor Kong Jia described this painting, even using his power, it was horrified.
At this moment, without words, all the ancient demon saints will be shot together, and the gods will fly forward to refine and transform the absolute saint of the people and turn him into fly ashes.
At this time, the battle platform in the center is chaotic, and a sacred mark lingers in the void like golden lightning. This is a refinement of the world emperor Kong family and implies ferocity.
The Taoist priests gathered together at this moment, like a huge firework, but it was only a moment, but a sad picture bursting with tears bloomed.
While the Emperor Kong family in the world waved his hand now, a trace on the road was also unfolding at this time, because the other party had urged the oppression of the road, he had to face it with his own understanding.
This is a strange picture, a trace of the world’s emperor Confucius’s palm, surrounded by his body, making the snowy field spread in his white clothes at this moment like crystal flowers and rain, the world, world. It can be said that there are no fireworks.
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the white lapel was stained with red blood, shocking. But even so, the traces he grasped were quickly wiped out, as if to kill the sky and tear open the cage of this small world.
At the top of the team, the ancient Thor suddenly took a step back.
He glared with an unwilling expression on his face. At this moment, his blood was stained red, and then he went to heaven, his face showed an indescribable color.
"If you want to kill me, you always have to pay."
A trace of blood spattered from the mouth of the world emperor Kong Jiakou. Obviously, the sage who killed Reims immediately had to pay a price, but he didn't seem to realize the general and still smiled indifferently.
At that time, the world was very quiet. In this case, he killed the ancient saint of Thunder, one of the three ancient saints, and shocked the crowd.
You know, the ancient holy thunder, like the ancient holy frozen ground, is a powerful saint in existence. But unexpectedly, after World War I, it fell again and again, which was an immeasurable loss to the devil. You know, this is the basis for their rise in this life.
A cruel voice sounded, and a generation of ancient saints fell. There was no suspense about this kind of thing, it seemed to be taken for granted, and could not speak.
The ancient "feathered spirit saint" couldn't help taking a few steps backwards at this moment. It was difficult to see the extreme. The two great men who sat on her equal footing had fallen, and he could not imagine.
The other magical ancient saints are all cold at the moment. How magical is this deadly feeling? If you want to kill these ordinary ancient saints, you can say that you can do whatever you want. Such a scene made these ordinary and magical ancient saints tremble in their hearts. Do they really pay the price of their lives to kill the saints of this nation?
The world emperor Kong's family had never stood there, coughing a mouthful of blood, but his face was still calm, obviously, if he wanted to, it would not be too difficult to kill the feathered spirit of the ancient sage.
"Are you going to kill me before I fall?"
The ancient and sacred voice of the feather elves was cold and ugly. She could clearly feel that she was locked up.
"It seems that my previous estimate was wrong. After killing you, I should be able to bring more than a dozen wizards to bury with me."
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