Chapter 1129: Three ancient holy

The three powerful ancient saints have fallen like this. These are all saints, each of whom has their own way, and is powerful enough to be unimaginable. However, such a character is actually degraded, and it is being beaten by a boxer. This is trembling and I can hardly believe everything I have seen.
Even the ancient saints of the seven demon people who had been let go before were all slightly stunned. They knew that the celestial emperor Sikong was terrible, but it was shocking to think that it was so strong.
"You, can you sit down and talk about it now?" The supernatural king Sergey stood on the battle platform. He turned and looked at the remaining eight ancient sacred eyes in front of him, faintly speaking.
The eight ancient saints who did not shoot were silent, and the three ancient saints were all carrying the sacred sacred soldiers. The horror of the fighting power was considered a master among the saints. But such existence has been killed, and people have to be shocked.
"Yes, really good..."
In the far space, suddenly there was a voice of indifference. This voice contained a holy path, and it was only a moment, and it was already tens of thousands of miles away.
At the end of the sky, suddenly there are two ancient saints of the Mozu out. Their same mana is so powerful, the spirit of the gods is like a sea, and the horrible holy light directly annihilates the whole world.
The ancient saints of these two demons are very strong. They instantly descended into the holy mountains of the Terran. They watched the battle indifference. On the stage, although three ancient saints were killed, they did not see it. There is only indifference in the eyes.
Everyone is starting to breathe, how many ancient saints in the Mozu? Just died three, and immediately came two! If this continues, how is it the end?
Even if the great man, Sergey, is so powerful, he can hold up a day, but in front of this endless ancient sac, it is really not enough!
"Does the human race have a saint to survive?" Outside the holy mountain, a cold and incomparable voice came out, and the ancient saint of a demon was coming. He carried his hands into the holy mountain. He was like a human being, and his face was handsome, but his pair of scorpions was pure black, and there was a kind of enchanting beauty, which made people look at the trepidation.
Among the sacred mountains, the atmosphere that was originally excited was a little bit desperate. At this moment, even the most influential people of the human race felt a desperate clarity. Until now, the saints of the Mozu Wanmai are still in constant stream. In this case, how does the Terran compare?
Don't say that the world's emperor, Sergey, is also in the sainthood. Even if he takes another step to achieve the holy king, what can he do? How many Devils can he kill with one person? If the ancient saints of this group of demons all shot together, can he stop it?
"One, two, three..."
As time goes by, a respected demon ancient saint, although many people are silently calculating, but the body is chilling, because the ancient saint of the Mozu is constantly increasing.
After an hour, the Mozu had already appeared twenty-three ancient saints and stood in the holy mountain of the Terran. Their horrible avenues of law were intertwined, and the nine heavens above the holy mountain were roaring. This is a very horrible scene.
In the face of so many ancient deities of the Mozu, there is only one imperial person of the Terran, and he stands up with his hands and faces so many ancient deities of the Mozu. But even so, how can it be battled? Everyone is bitter in the heart, because the gap is really too big, the two sides are not an order of magnitude.
A breeze blew through, everyone was subconsciously stunned, as if the cold winter night was coming, it blew their hearts.
Twenty-three ancient saints of the Mozu, this is a terrible scene. Just thinking about it makes people feel that they have lost all their fighting spirit. Even if the peerless emperor Sergey is strong again, how about it? In the face of such a mortal situation, who can look at each other? It is impossible at all!
The world-famous Emperor Sergey is no longer strong, and it is impossible to face the ancient saints of the twenty-three demons alone.
A feeling of powerlessness spreads out, people can't see hope, and their hearts are full of despair.
Twenty-three Devils are standing together, but no one has forgotten. In the main hall, there are seven ancient saints of the Mozu sitting there, and two ancient saints of the Mozu are in the devil's If you really want to be careful, there are a total of thirty-two ancient saints present at the moment! Such a scene, even if it is a look of an ancient Saint, is a sensation.
This is a chilling and trembling situation. The situation that the world's great emperor Sergey won back was dissipated at this moment. No one was talking, and even the sigh could not be released, and even the head could not lift.
"It's really disappointing. Is this the human race that dominated several eras? I remember that the Terran was very strong. The Holy Emperor was born in the world. It is said to be a sacred man." Is there only one saint in the world?" Words, above the sky, an ancient holy coming.
He carries a breath that makes the world freeze, and the magic of the sky rises to the sky. It seems that a breath can make the world freeze.
"Frost ancient holy!" Even the ancient saints of many Mozus saw this moment, they were all shocked, and the post-subconscious retreat a step.
"咔嚓"
There was a soft bang in the sky, and a blue thunder fell from the sky and burst directly.
Accompanied by the Thunder is a ancient saint covered with Le Mans, he is murderous, the whole person is like a Thunder.
"Thunder the ancient holy!"
Many of the Mozu saints present are strange. For this one, even the ancient saints who are the same as the Mozu, they are very taboo.
"The human race has accumulated a few great worlds, and it is still as weak as the mythological era. It is really boring!" There was a sneer in the void, and a woman wearing an iron skirt was walking slowly. It looks like a 27-year-old aristocratic girl with a golden hair shawl, but there is a pair of white wings at the back, which exudes a scent and a sigh.
"Yu Ling ancient holy!"
The ancient saints of the many Mozus are admiring the colors of admiration. This ancient saint, even in all the ancient saints, has a very special identity. It can be said that it is a generation of saints in the last years of the mythology. No one thought that she would actually appear.
These three terrible ancient deities of the devils, the ancient gods of the frost, the ancient demon of the demon, the ancient saint of the feathers, they stand in front of the ancient saints of the twenty-three expositions, even the first The existence of the nine demon ancient saints, all must stand up and see them.
This shows the special features of these three ancient saints. In the age of mythology, they are the arrogance of that world. Even if they are the same as the ancient saints, they are also famous in the world.
At this moment, under the leadership of these three horrible ancient saints, the Mozu has thirty-two ancient saints. If they add up, there are thirty-five ancient saints. This is a terrible number. They are gathered together, not to mention that they are fighting forces. I am afraid that they can breathe out a breath and are able to dye the millions of miles of mountains and rivers.
In the face of these thirty-five horrible ancient saints, the Terran has only one master, Sergey, at this moment. He can be said to face so many Mozu ancient sacs. The two sides are not equal. The difference is really too big. .
Such a scene is desperate and very shocking.
Fortunately, the ancient sacred eyes of the seven demons flashed, and they did not go out. They thanked the world-famous Emperor Sergey for not killing them, saying that the Terran had passed their mark and would not shoot.
The two ancient deities of the Mozu follow the Emperor of the Devil are not shot. In the scene at the moment, it is difficult to say whether there is any dissentingity of the ancient saints of the Mozu. Their first task is to protect the Emperor.
The Qingluo demon has not moved at this moment, he must protect the demon, even if he wants to shoot at this moment, there is a bit of powerlessness under the serious injury.
Even so, the world-famous Emperor Sergey at the moment is equivalent to one person alone facing the ancient saints of the twenty-six Mozus, and three of them are extremely powerful.
This kind of contrast makes the strong people of the family chilling, and the face is like a gray, and the hope of all the holy.
Ye Zhong saw this scene, and it was all bitter in his heart. As a sacred son of the heavens, he was very clear that at this moment, the Emperor’s traces became a mystery, even if it was the Tiantian religion and then urged the emperor’s belief incarnation. May it sculpt the ancient saints of this group of demons? No one can do it unless the Emperor is resurrected.
Even the world-famous Emperor Sergey is unparalleled, and it is very difficult to block the ancient saints of this group of demons at this moment, not to mention that the other side has three such special ancient saints.
"There is no change in the road. I don't know how the imperial king can push the first change." This was originally the secret of Tiantian, but today Ye Zhong has already told Sikongjia that he only hopes to hold on.
Frosty Ancient St. looked at the quiet world of the world, the empty king, Sergey, after a moment of silence, faintly said: "Although there is only one saint, it is not long before the Holy, but there is a direct pursuit of me and other three people, it seems It’s not easy to be a holy person in the era of non-human beings."
As soon as this statement came out, many of the strong people were surprised. They all knew that the world-famous Emperor Sergei was very powerful, but he could not think of it, but he was able to catch up with the three most powerful Mozu ancient holys.
However, the strong people of the human race are all in a cold, although the world-class emperor Si Kongjia is really brave, unparalleled in strength, and the talent is terrible. But no matter how you look at it, it is really better than the Devils, because their saints are really too much, and it is so frustrating and frustrating that they are so helpless.
The breeze blew, and at this moment, the singer of the world, Shikongjia, fluttered in white, and he stood quietly in the center of the battlefield. One person faced the ancient sacredness of the twenty-six demons, and the look did not change much.