Chronicles of Heaven

Half a month.

It is enough to turn into a flesh-and-blood abattoir outside the city wall of nine thousand miles.

Every day, hundreds of thousands of snowfield soldiers fall.

Arrow, Dan Wan, Chaos Fire, Super Main Cannon.

The sky also occasionally has the golden golden shuttle falling wildly.

In the high air, the masters of the gods and the Ming dynasty, who had gathered together, had a hard time with the elders of the Xueyuan tribe.

The gates and gates of the Wu State, the elders of the major tribes of the Fushun Kingdom, the elders of the 3,000-nation tribe under the jurisdiction of the Chiyang Mountain, and the number of elders of the Shenyuan tribes are not as numerous as the Wu Tie.

No matter how many gods and gods the snowfield tribes have, the military city always has the same strength, and it is full of jewels. It brings out the old guys who don’t know how many defensive secrets, and they are hard to divide and hard to divide.

The elders of the Ming and Qing dynasties were entangled. The power of the giant ice sculptures was all invested in the Xuan Ming dynasty. The soldiers of the Xueyuan tribes could only use their own flesh and blood to attack the military city where the ink family had done their best.

Thirty-six four-story warships hang high in the air, and the huge Wuzhou is like a golden dragon with more than 10,000 long, and the evil squad is above the clouds. There are other tens of thousands of warships, large and small, formed into military arrays. These great killers made by the skills of the kingdom of the country are constantly throwing high-temperature beams toward the battlefield.

The snowfield warriors wrapped in the cold wind and ice crystals whistling, and the violent attacks released in the military city were to crush their cold wind ice crystals.

The five-way Taoist stood in the middle of the north wall of the military city. Behind him, a giant mulberry with a height of three thousand feet stood tall. The giant mulberry smashed, a fist-sized bird leaped, and a hoarse '嘎嘎' sounded cheerfully. Aggressive light and heat.

The heat released by the three-legged Jinwu is like a small sun on this battlefield.

The ice crystals and the cold wind were offset by the wild attacks in the military city. The heat released by the three-legged Jinwu directly applied to the snowfield warriors, acting on their mounts and poultry.

In half a month, at least tens of millions of snowfield warriors, beasts and war birds have escaped from the battlefield because of heatstroke.

The snow-capped warriors, the snowy warriors, the long-haired snowy beasts, the thick snow-covered warriors... They have not been able to get used to the temperature in the south, and they have been thrown into a huge stove to smoke.

It is pathetic to them.

The small mage of many tribes tried their best to pick up the cold wind and wanted to offset the unfavorable environment on the battlefield.

However, the five-way people cooperate with the giant mulberry and the three-legged Jinwu. The strength is comparable to that of the two or three gods in the Ming Dynasty. Where are the small wizards who are in these Tibetan and Tibetan environments?

The cold wind dissipated, the ice crystals melted, and the light towers on the battlefield landed, and the roots of the fire shone into the sky. The large group of mushroom clouds swallowed countless snowfield warriors, and the nearby snowfield warriors were all over the oil and sweat. Many people charged and charged. Then, I fell to the ground.

Occasionally, there are extremely outstanding elites in the snowfield warriors. With the peaks of the Tibetans or the half-steps of the gods, they can play the destructive power of the gods.

Immediately there will be yin and yang, as if the big scissors fell from the sky, and they will be easily twisted into two sections, and there will be a sacred sea **** bead head down, and the top elites who have worked so hard to cultivate these snowy tribes will be beaten into mud.

In midair, a snowy elder was severely injured by a sneak attack by Li Guang, and Zhao Hao, who played against him, placed three hundred yin and thundered his body, and his breath suddenly burst from the gods. The sky has decayed to the peak of the fetal environment.

"Old ancestors..." The elder snowfield screamed exhaustedly, vomiting blood and looking at the direction of Xuan Ming.

Twelve icicles stand on the ground and give off a dazzling light.

The mysterious roar of Xuan Ming was faintly heard in the battle. It seems that the eleven Xuan Ming ancestors have also discovered that the momentum on the battlefield is not right. They are cursing witch iron in anger, cursing why he is not dying.

In the military city, Yan Wule screamed, and the elders of the four fierce families led a large number of people to rush out.

饕餮, 梼杌, chaos, and singularity, these tribal warriors who inherited the legendary sacred bloodstains, they have activated the blood, incarnate as the original form of their ancestors, a giant beast with hundreds of feet in size In the army of the Snowfield Warriors.

The behemoth opened his mouth and swallowed swiftly.

Large groups of snowfield warriors were swallowed by them, and they were headed by giant beasts, especially the scorpion, and their breath was constantly increasing. The blood of the beast is like this, the more you swallow, the stronger the strength. They rushed to the elders such as the hiccups in the forefront, and their bodies have expanded to more than 2,000 feet in a very short time.

The more you eat, the bigger you grow, the bigger you grow, the stronger your strength, the stronger your strength, and the faster you eat.

The reason why the four fierce families were fierce in the ancient times was because their strength was too unreasonable, and the way their strength was upgraded was a huge threat to all ethnic groups.

They are worthy of the blood of the beasts who have the opportunity to destroy the land.

In the nine days of supervising Xuan Ming's big squad, Wu Yi, who was stunned, suddenly sneezed.

His body swayed, and the thick black ice that covered him was shattered, and the ring of ice crystals that sealed him was also disintegrated.

Wu Tie yawned and stretched hard.

Eleven huge faces emerged in the world above the world of Xuan Ming, and Xuan Ming is not old. The eleven Xuan Ming ancestors looked at Wu Tie as if they were ghosts.

"No, this doesn't make sense!" Xuan Ming was not screaming hysterically.

What did he see?

He saw the sinister pattern of the sorcerer's gray and white, and he felt the horrible, seemingly faint to transcend him. He felt even more, the atmosphere of Wu Tie, from the ordinary **** of the heavens to the heavens, to the ultimate state of the tenth heaven and earth.

It’s totally unreasonable!

The mysterious atmosphere in the Wu Tie body is actually stronger than them.

In particular, the Wu Tie body has such a clear wave of Xuan Ming blood, and the faint... Wu Xing's Xuan Ming blood fluctuations, they have caused an absolute suppression of Xuan Ming.

The blood of Wu Tie is older and more primitive than them. It is like a Taikoo demon **** from the beginning of the world. It is so straightforward in front of them.

"Oh, your cultivation is good, good." Wu Tie eyes spit with grayish white cold light, leisurely said: "Thank you, not you, I want to integrate Xuan Ming Avenue, I don't know how long it will take a few years."

"Thank you!" Wu Tie smiled, he turned into a squally wind, invisible and integrated into the Xuan Ming big array.

"Don't run!" Xuan Ming is not old and screams.

"Come out!" Outside the big squad, ten miles away, the cold wind of Wuwu was turned around, showing the shape of Wu Tie.

"Xuan Ming is not old, the king has gone out, and the silk has gone out without any damage... Take your dog scorpions, let's go!"