Chapter 1075: Horizontal push

The Dao Ling punches in this place, pushing the heavens and the earth, the turbulent four fields roaring, the old trees are falling, and the leaves are flying wildly.
"How is it possible!" The young man standing in the void is horrified. His skin is cold and he is beaten by the young boy. The heart of the earthquake is about to be torn apart.
The Dao Ling is attacking, and the fist is like a round of small sun burning in the flames. The shining world is bright and clear, and the young people standing in the air.
"Not good!" Young people are eclipsed and feel the invincible boxing power. Once they are hit, they will inevitably fall.
He was roaring, the energy in the body rushed out, the palm of his hand broke out, and the palm of his hand hung a treasure, and he slammed his fists hard.
Dao Ling’s fierce fierceness has a tendency to sweep the world, and the four wilderness shocks, the void burst, and slammed on Baoding.
"Hey!"
This Baoding directly cracked open, and the sky of the boxing wind slammed up, let this smash burst, bursts of giant force surged, the young man of the earthquake smashed blood, such as lightning strikes.
"Hey!" He coughed up a large amount of blood and flew out of the earthquake. His face was full of horror and he felt hit by a pretty dragon.
"How could it be so strong!" The young man was so scared that his scalp was numb, and he felt that he was just urging a young and supreme young man. This is a dead end.
When he climbed up, he ran out, and Dao Lingyu was able to spare him, and his palms pressed forward, letting the riots here, the nine young people were torn apart.
Dao Ling retracted the palm of his hand, and the blind man broke through the distance and saw a lot of shadows coming from a distance. The target was here.
"Bad big things, a lot of people came!" The whispered: "It must be this black cockroach. It is estimated that there are also strong enemies drawn by the boundary map and the soil!"
"Let's get out of here, fast!" Dao Ling stood on the ground, black long hair dancing, facing the heroes who came to kill the sword, no fear.
"To go together, there are not many people who should come now. It is dangerous to be late." Duanmu Changqing frowned, she said.
"It's useless, since God can't find us, it's definitely because of this black cockroach!" Dao Ling's nephew stared at the black cockroach. He said: "This thing can't be thrown. You should go first, I have a way to leave."
More and more people have come, and there has been substantial murderousness, so that this mountain forest has a layer of cold, making people feel cold.
"Don't hesitate, let's go apart, you all follow this king!" Dahe made a decision in a moment, and Jiabo said that they have not become emperors. It will be very dangerous to stay here.
"Come on, don't worry about me, I have nine boats!"
The whole body of the Dao Ling is filled with breath, blood is rolling, standing in the air, and the scorpion opens in the golden glow.
"Where is the demon king of the Tibetan world!" Someone instantly looked at a shadow floating above the mountain forest, excited and roaring.
"Kill him, I heard that this person has smashed many of my geniuses in the Tibetan world, and sinned!" Someone shouted.
"I want to see what qualifications this person has, and I can force God to take out the gods and kill him!"
The people who came here were crazy, and they rushed to Dao Ling. They all knew how terrible the creation would be once they completed the decree.
The name of the nine worlds will be gone. The most important thing is to be able to enter the Hualong Pool to practice and get the Supreme Blood.
call out!
A silver dragon's general shadow rushed forward, holding a silver sword, stabbed to the eyebrows of Dao Ling, to kill it here.
"It's not good. Someone rushed over, hurry up, or else miss the big fortune!"
There are so many people coming, and nearly a hundred monks are furious, for fear that some people will take the lead in destroying the demon kings in Tibet and complete the envoys of the gods.
"The demon king of the Tibetan world, go to hell!" The monk holding the silver sword screamed, and the sword erupted with a ray of light, slamming into the head of the Tao.
Dao Ling stood in midair, hunting and hunting. In the face of the heroes who were killed, he burst into a powerful power, and he followed them for more than a dozen miles.
"A good day to kill!"
Dao Ling Yang Tianxiao, black long hair dance, golden blood surged, collapsed ten clouds.
He was erupting. If a large volcano stood up and oppressed the Quartet, the monk who had killed the sword was directly retracted by the earthquake and fell to the area outside the throne. A large hole appeared on the ground.
The world is shaking, the sand is flying, the stone is rolling, the wind is whistling!
The scene of horror, the demon king of the Tibetan world broke out here, and the blood gas flooded the world, as if the wolf smoke was undulating here, rolling like a river sweeping the earth.
This is an invincible power that surges here and shrouds one side. He is like a master of power, and the power is superb!
"what!"
On the spot, there were more than a dozen sweeps of gold ripples, one by one flying out and making a tragic sound.
Some people have cold hands and feet, and there is a big fear in their hearts. They feel that they are entering a territory of the gods and will kill him directly.
"Boom!" The void was collapsed, and a black giant axe spewed a horrible airstream, which broke out here, and a red arrow of axe wanted to crack the forest.
The power of the black axe bursting out is too horrible. Every axe has cracked a few miles, and there is a crack in the void, which is going to be destroyed here.
The whole scene was in chaos, and there was blood splashing in the air, and the sky was all red, and the pieces of land were shaking.
"No, fast retreat, the Tibetan devil has a young supreme power, can not be defeated!"
Some people have trepidation, the young supreme can be swept here, there is a sweeping power of the thousand troops, not everyone can easily provoke, or else the end will be a long stream of blood.
"The demon king of Tibet, you dare to kill me in the nine realms, really looking for death!"
In the far distance, there is a terrible fierce pressure. This is a giant beast that breaks through the forest, swells and slams, screams and screams, rivers and mountains turmoil, and the mountains are smashed.
This is a terrible creature, powerful, and the big claws smashed a hammer of God and rushed to the Tibetan devil to kill him here.
Bang! This sacred hammer was extremely fierce, and was driven by the behemoths. It cut off the sky and slammed into the head of the tomb.
"Hey animals, you are looking for death!"
Dao Ling is drinking in the sky, God is deterrent, and heaven and earth!
His whole body swelled, and the blood and the real dragons rushed out, where they broke out and suppressed the world.
"Good horrible blood!" The mighty behemoth, now scared and trembled, felt a terrible pressure. It turned around and ran, feeling it was not its opponent.
"Now want to go, late!" Dao Ling attacked, the black giant axe smashed down, playing the space trembled, slamming into the behemoth's head.
The giant beast squatted and lifted the hammer of the gods, but it was smashed out by the black giant axe. The terrible axe sighed down and the body of the stunned behemoth was riddled with holes.
"Good horror, even get rid of a supreme creature!"
"The devil has absolutely top-level combat power, and he killed the Vientiane Son is not a rumor!"
The whole audience is trembled ~EbookFREE.me~ I feel that the demon king of the Tibetan world is not so irritating, and directly smashes a supreme soul.
"Not good, the Tibetan devil has killed!"
"Run!"
The audience was horrified and ran to the rear, wanting to leave.
Dao Ling is traveling, murderous, not merciless, to use the iron and blood means to shock the Jiujie soul!
He rushed to the front with one hand, and the mountain forest split a big hole. On the spot, dozens of people were shrouded and burst here.
However, there is one person who stands under this golden handprint. His whole body is clear and flowing, his eyes are cold and cold, and his body releases terrible fluctuations against the golden handprint that sinks down.
"You are a Tibetan monk, and you dare to rely on the high practice to kill my nine monks, and you are digging your own grave!"
This young man is very horrible, his throat is cold, his flash is shining, his breath is forced, and he is looking down on the Taoling, and he is indifferent.