"The Emperor of Heaven has a purpose, send troops NNNNNN!"
"0 holes~~~~!"
Dawei's army swarmed towards the capital of Yongwang. wWw, QuanBeN-XiaoShuo, COm
"The Emperor of Heaven has a purpose. Those who surrender will not kill, but capture the insurgents and defeat the merits!" shouted the soldier in the front.
For a time, the capital of King Yong was in chaos.
Some people sacrificed heroically regardless of their life and death preparations, but more people had already intended to surrender.
"boom!"
The Dawei army has not arrived, and vigorous fighting has erupted within the Da Yong army.
Above the sky.
"Hahaha!" Gu Zheng burst into laughter.
"boom!"
Eight ancestors shot at the same time, at this moment, Gu Zhengyi suddenly left his own way of heaven, allowing the huge power of the eight ways to hit him.
"Be careful!" Wang Jingwen exclaimed.
Wang Jingwen is still waiting for revenge.
In the distance, the expressions of the eight ancestors also changed. Originally thought that Gu Zheng would resist stubbornly for a while and then grabbed him. Moreover, Wang Jingwen explained earlier that he must be alive, and must be alive.
Unfortunately, no one thought that Ji Zhengyi wanted to die!
Without the slightest resistance, let the eight ancestors attack together.
The eight ancestors wanted to regain their power, but it was too late.
Gu Zhengyi was enveloped in the devastating shock of the stereotyped. In the final moment, Gu Zhengyi looked in the direction of Zhongshan, and looked at the huge floating island, Gu Zhengyi showed a complicated smile.
"Boom~~~~! ยจ Gu Zhengyi is submerged in destruction energy." No! "Wang Jingwen flew over frantically.
It's a pity that everything is too late.
On the dragon chair, Zhong Shan looked at Gu Zheng who chose to commit suicide in the distance. There was no accident on Zhong Shan's face. It seemed that he had already predicted the ending. Finally, he sighed slightly: "You are still the Gu Zhengyi after all!"
"God!"
"Yaodi!"
In the capital of King Yong, a large number of loyal ministers bowed down and cried to send Gu Zhengyi away.
At this moment, winners and losers cannot blame anyone!
Gu Zheng died one by one, Dayong completely fell apart. The Dawei army's subduing of King Yong became more and more smooth.
A few stubborn resistance elements, under Dawei's iron hoof, couldn't make any movement at all.
Wang Jingwen flew close and searched for the remains of Ji Zhengyi, but after searching for a long time, he only found a corner of his clothes. Nothing, his body was broken, his body and spirit were destroyed, and there was nothing left.
"Gu Zhengyi, you bastard~~~!"
Holding the only corner of his clothes, Wang Jingwen looked up to the sky and mourned, not for the death of Ji Zhengyi, but for not being able to kill it himself. "My lord!" The eight ancestors sighed slightly.
This matter cannot be blamed on the eight ancestors. Gu Zheng was single-minded to seek death and could not stop it. At this time, Wang Jingwen could only be advised not to be too sad.
On the other side, two saints.
Wang Ku took a team of ancestors, and Luo Xingdust took a team of ancestors, constantly besieging two saints.
The two saints have been severely injured by Zhong Shan, and each saint faces thirty ancestors. Even the saints can't bear it, especially among the thirty saints, there are also tyrannical generations.
Such as Wang Ku!
A saint, overdraft mobilizes the power of the world.
One palm collided with the twenty ancestors, and the other palm faced Wang Ku.
Behind Wang Ku, nine strong skeletons gathered for him.
"Boom~~~One NN!"
The figure of the saint shook.
"Puff!" a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The arm facing Wang Ku was fighting to the extreme, and the blood on the arm suddenly burst, and the bones were broken. Wang Gu's arm was also broken.
"The supernatural power of injury!" Wang Ku said in a deep voice.
The broken bones of Wang Ku suddenly recovered strangely.
"Bronze Throne!"
The throne of the Skeleton Race suddenly descended from the sky, pressing against the saint fiercely.
A huge sickle suddenly appeared in Wang Gu's hands.
"boom!"
When the bronze throne was depressed, the huge sickle slashed off one of the saint's arms.
Saint with broken arm? The Thirty Ancestor Immortal became more and more excited, and once again shot with all his strength.
"Roar!"
The fierce impact caused the saint to retreat steadily, and his body was full of blood. It seemed that he had reached the limit to mobilize the power of the world. After all, the time that he could mobilize each time was limited, otherwise the load would be too great and he would easily collapse.
One trades and the other grows, the harder the saint's strength is, the more fierce Wang Gu's group will be.
On the other side, the same is true of Falling Stardust.
Thirty ancestors! With concerted efforts, the power is shocking to the world.
There is no way in the sky, surrounded by a large group of ancestors, and will not give you a chance to escape.
The two saints became more and more anxious as they fought, knowing that if this goes on, it will only be a matter of time before they die.
"Roar!"
The saint who fought against Falling Stardust suddenly exploded with extremely powerful power and broke free from the ancestors. Obviously, he used some secret method to stimulate himself, but the sky has been sealed to death, and he can't escape
"call!"
Turning his head, the saint suddenly rushed into a huge black hole below.
The place where the City Hall of the Nine Temples has not been opened!
"You are crazy!" exclaimed the saint who was fighting Wang Ku.
"Just give it a try!" The saint said bitterly.
"not good!"
Luo Xingchen's face changed, and he chased after him quickly.
"Time is forbidden!" Luo Xingchen cried.
"call!"
Falling Stardust rushed down, and he was so powerful that he was about to chase the saint, but the saint was a saint after all.
"boom!"
With a palm facing up and falling stardust, the whole person'hulong' shot into the black hole of the earth.
"call!"
It disappeared in a blink of an eye.
Falling Stardust also followed in. "call!"
The Falling Stardust that had just flown in, flew out instantly, his whole body covered with blood, and his eyes were horrified.
"Don't go in!" Luo Xingchen shouted.
The other ancestors suddenly stopped.
As soon as the saint who was fighting against Wang Ku saw him, he immediately shook his figure and rushed down.
But at this moment. "Harvest in the last days!" Wang Ku shouted, his whole body swelled tenfold.
"call!"
The huge sickle suddenly split the saint in half.
The saint turned his head incredibly.
"boom!"
The huge bronze throne smashed its head and shattered its heaven and earth altar.
The smashed moment, like a habit that emerged out of thin air, rushed into Wang Ku's body.
This is the proof of the post-slaying ancestors. The ancestors of the world are keen on slaying the saints for this habit of saints, because it can prove that you have slaughtered the saints, and when the heavens and the earth give the holy throne, the chance of the saintly ancestors getting the holy throne will be lower. Will be the biggest.
"Congratulations, sir!" Congratulations from the ancestors. "Congratulations to the king!" the skeleton tribe said excitedly.
saint? Perhaps there will be saints in the Skeleton Race? How can Skeleton Ancestor not be excited
Wang Qian himself was also a burst of joy. After all, if he could be truly sanctified, his status in Daqiao would be even higher. It is more valued by the Emperor of Heaven.
"Boom~~One~!"
There was a loud noise from the heaven and the earth, and then, above the sky, there was a sudden cloud of blood, a lot of blood raining down, the earth leaped up with blood fog, the sky rained on blood, the saint fell, and the world was in sorrow.
On the other side, although Luo Xingchen came to congratulate Wang Ku, he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss on his face. After all, the saint he besieged and killed escaped
Looking at the entrance to the city hall, Luo Xingchen's expression was extremely complicated.
On the other side, Zhong Shan also saw the battlefield.
The two saints were also let by Zhong Shan to be killed by his courtiers, because there is no real saint in the underworld of Dawei, and only Tu Sheng can be more holy.
Now one is dead, and another one has escaped
"Mud Bodhisattva!" Zhong Shan said solemnly.
"Yes!" The mud bodhisattva stepped forward immediately.
"Where is that saint?" Zhong Shan asked in a deep voice.
The mud bodhisattva closed his eyes, rested his hand on the hallmark of the runner, and his body was full of black energy.
"call!"
The black anger converged. The mud bodhisattva opened his eyes.
"Given the Emperor of Heaven, that saint is trapped in the ten halls!"
Said the mud bodhisattva.
"Oh? Ten halls?"
"Yes, the ten palaces of the Styx are a huge geomantic formation arranged by the ancestors of the Styx. It is rumored to cover the yin and yang and fifteen continents. Until it is completely annihilated!" The mud bodhisattva said solemnly. "There is a way to rescue him!" Zhong Shan asked in a deep voice.
"The minister can't do it!" The mud bodhisattva said solemnly.
At this moment, not only the mud bodhisattva felt the ten halls, but the other hall masters of the ten halls also had feelings.
Emperor Song Palace! Palace Lord Blue!
Lan, is also the holy king of Dahe Saint Court.
At this moment, Lan was sitting in the Palace of Emperor Song, sitting cross-legged, and the Abi sword was placed on both knees.
Lan could feel that the ten palaces were about to open. During this period, Lan didn't run around, but presided over his own Song Emperor Hall. Even his own Dahe Saint Court did not take care of it for a while.
"Om!"
The Emperor Song Palace's seal trembled suddenly.
"Huh?" Blue's expression changed. "Sage?" Blue's face turned weird.
Walking out of the Song Emperor Hall, Lan felt it for another while.
"Abi Styx!" Lan waved his Abi sword.
Suddenly, a billowing black river descended from the sky with this sword.
"boom!"
Above the earth, a huge hole crashed out, and the huge hole was extremely deep and secluded. Filled with Heihe.
"Boom!"
Heihe exploded and opened, and a figure suddenly emerged from the Heihe.
The whole body is blood, and the whole body is dislocation of bones, which hurts to the extreme.
"It's not the city hall anymore, ha, ha ha, ha ha ha!"
The figure that came out laughed with excitement, it was the saint who had rushed into the entrance of the city hall.
Looking at the saint in blood, Lan looked strange. "If I didn't look for it, I actually delivered it to the door by myself?" Lan said lightly.
"boom!"
When the saint laughed, a black light suddenly appeared.
"boom!"
It was so fast that the injured saint had no time to escape, and was pierced through the chest by the sword of Abi. "You, what!" said the saint incredible. "I had the power to kill the saint a long time ago, but I have never had time. Since you personally delivered it to the door, I won't ask who you are! Remember, I called'Blue 7." Lan said coldly.
"boom!"
In Yongwangdu, Zhongshan looked up at the sky, and there was another loud noise. The blood rain from the sky became more and more huge, and layers of blood appeared on the ground.
"The Emperor of Heaven, Song Emperor Hall of the Ten Halls, was opened with an opening, and the saint escaped, as if he had been killed!" said the mud bodhisattva respectfully.
"Song Emperor Hall? Lan? How did he do it?" Zhong Shan asked in a deep voice.
"Abi sword!"
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