Dragon-Marked War God

A burst of fear, suppressed in everyone's heart, and facing the crazy growth of the other side of the flower, Liu Quanchao and Zhang Lei are almost impossible to suppress them, can only maintain a balance, and everyone behind them have been spent on this Entangled, completely unable to get away.

"Oh, I didn't expect that there are still human beings who dare to come here. It seems that your in mind is not enough."

A thin macaque with an old waist, slowly came out from the other side of the flower, and was covered with black long hair, his eyes were deep, his mouth was prominent, and it was indeed a macaque. But this macaque is full of cold and killing, blood red eyes, full of murder.

"who are you?"

Liu Quanchao looked at the black-haired old macaque and asked.

"Who am I? Oh, I am afraid that I have to forget myself. You have entered this Lingshan Mountain, so stay here. It will take a long time for me to break open."

The old macaque said with a smile, smiling, but with a chilly old voice, majestic, gloomy, full of killing.

"Is this Lingshan, isn't there any monster? Is it that you are expelled?"

Zhang Lei’s eyes are slightly shy.

"Okay, it’s a coincidence that you came to kill you, it’s just that my merits are perfect, huh, huh, that is, the wick of the big scorpion light, I can see it again. I have no old bones. It has been eroded by the years."

The old macaque stretched out and said that the wind was light.

"Dagu light soul? Do you have a big soul light?"

Zhang Lei looked at the old macaque with excitement and Shen Shen.

"Yes, if it weren't for the sorrowful light, I might have been classified as dust. And you will become the last wick, hehe."

"You... are you the Split God of the Monkey who was sitting down to the Emperor?"

Liu Quanchao took a step back and set off a storm in his heart. He once heard that the master of this secluded secret is the secluded god. When he was sitting down, he had a macaque, and this macaque sat all year round. The practice of cultivating the soul of the soul is the most loved macaque of the Emperor. Li Ketian, hence the name of the **** of the gods.

"Oh, I don’t think that millions of years have passed, and there are still people who remember me. It’s not easy."

The old macaque smiled and shook his head gently.

"The law does not pass six ears. I am the old macaque who sat down by the Emperor. In that year, the sorrowful light saved my life, and made me live forever, no one is not a ghost. It was also destroyed when the Emperor Shenhuang fell, and only by re-establishing the wick, I was able to regenerate. This wick was made by the soul of 9,999,000 people. In the past, after all, all these souls have been brought together, and the wick has been recast. I can also return to the world. The Emperor, although you have fallen, the old macaque will not let you die."

The old macaque seems to be caught in the memory, muttering,

"The split **** monkey, really is the split **** monkey who sat down in the same year. We don't have any vitality."

Liu Quanchao whispers to himself, this old macaque gives him a feeling of deep bottomlessness, even if he and Zhang Lei join hands, it is not the opponent of this guy. And there are still surviving flowers, they have no life.

"There are so many people who are just cruel to exchange you for an old macaque."

Zhang Lei gnashed his teeth and the scorpion light had to be recast, but he was to be disturbed by the old macaque.

"Human life is like a mustard, life and death are like ants, my six ears are cracking, is it the comparison of your ancestors? Can you become the last person to build a wick, you are also a blessing, huh, huh."

The old macaque said silently that Zhang Lei and others should not be treated as adults at all. He only wants to be born again.

"Even so, you are just a body of soul, even if you were able to make a living in your lifetime, what is it now?"

Zhang Lei said unwillingly that he would never be embarrassed in this battle.

"Because I have a big soul light."

The old macaque smiled a little, and Zhang Lei was completely embarrassed. Even if the sacred light was broken, it was at least the existence of the celestial artifact, and it was the original artifact of the sacred **** of the year. It was definitely not simple.

Between the old macaque and the palm of the hand, a bronze ancient lamp is in his hands. The horror of the horror, covering the sky, everyone feels a breath, and his face is extremely serious. This soul pressure seems to be able to succumb to them from the depths of their hearts.

"A terrible big sorrowful light! It is just the afterglow of the light, it is to let us be helpless."

Zhang Lei whispered, he finally knows his own thoughts now. He is completely idiotic and dreams. Although the big soul light is powerful, it is not what he can get. This old macaque is definitely a super black hand, killing tens of millions. People, taking advantage of the power of the soul, tempering and casting the wick, just to resurrect themselves, let the soul of the soul to set the soul for their own soul, this is simply a public anger.

"Now, you have no retreat and judged. You are the most glorious person, because the wick of the sacred light is born for you."

The old macaque smiled, and the enthusiasm in his eyes was hard to hide. For millions of years, he was born with a big sorrowful light, and he was dying. In order to stand up again and become a generation, he killed tens of millions of people. After all, it is cast into a wick. At this moment, how can he not be excited?

At this moment, even the magma has become violently rolled up. The pillars of magma are sprayed hundreds of kilometers high. When sprayed, the temperature rises sharply. Everyone has a big change and keeps falling. In the face of the big scorpion lights in the hands of the old macaques, their souls seem to have been suppressed. They have not yet been shot, and the horror of the sacred lights is already clear.

"I don't want to die, you old things, I will not let you go ghosts. Ah-"

"I hate you, you old, not dead, old macaque, you must not die."

Although everyone hates the old macaques, but the sorrowful lights, almost all of them have suppressed the soul, and even the power of resistance, it is difficult to rise, and finally only Zhang Lei Liu Quanchao and Jiang Hao three, still Hold on, but their faces are extremely ugly.

"The last fight, even if you know that you must die, you must try it."

Zhang Lei looked at Jiang Hao and Liu Quanchao. The three men stared at the deep depression of the soul and rushed to the old macaque. The old macaque smiled slightly and reached for a stroke. In the big soul light, a blue glow was emitted. The light.

"Be careful, that is the blade of the soul!"

Zhang Lei’s voice did not fall. Jiang Hao and Liu Quanchao were both injured by the blade of the soul. Liu Quanchao was fine, but he flew away and his face was ugly, and Jiang Hao was directly cut by the blade of the soul. One arm, blood spurting, Jiang Hao's face, extremely ugly, got the blade of the soul as if it runs through his body, let him kneel on the knee, and even the strength of standing up, seems to be gone.