Dragon-Marked War God

"what--"

"Ah--"

The sound of the heartbreaking heart of the oriental sipping drink echoes on the void. Everyone has a feeling of chilling, and the back of Jiang Chen, at this moment, is like a mountain, pressing on everyone’s heart. Is his choice really right?

No one dares to sympathize with the oriental mad drink, because this is what he asked for. As the saying goes, the day is awkward, you can still live; you can't live by yourself. If it weren't for his ridicule, Jiang Chen might not be at the last minute.

Jiang Chen has always been a good man and a woman. He just wants to give Liu Quanchao more pressure on Liu Jinchao, so he chooses to leave, but the Oriental sipping is pushing Jiang Chen to the road, and his tongue is profitable. Jiang Chen had no choice but to choose to shoot. This is anyone who has never thought of it.

The oriental mad drink ah ah, can't speak, his face is blue, **** mouth, and the people watching are shocking.

A sword, using only one sword, is to cut off the tongue of the oriental mad drink, and the sword is falling, and the flash is short-lived. No one can see how Jiang Chen did it. No one knows, Jiang Chen. Sword, how terrible it is.

Who knows the style of the sword?

Even the few guys who followed the scent of the oriental scent were all stunned, their faces turned red and white, and they quickly closed their mouths, and their hearts trembled. The strength of Jiang Chen, they are obvious to all, that is everyone. The worst of them, but at this moment, became the most horrible existence, even the masters of Yu Rongyan and Qin Yumo that are half-step gods, are indifferent and serious.

"This guy is really strong. Is this really the fighting power that God has in the middle of the world?"

Yu Rongyan picked up the waves in his heart and looked at the back of Jiang Chen. He could not be calm for a long time.

"Now, you know why we valued Jiang Chen so much."

Xu Jin sighed, Yu Rongyan and Qin Yumo, are no longer talking, but the deep heart of the shock, overflowing with words.

At this moment, the most regrettable thing is that the East has been drunk. Before Jiang Chen had to endure it, but when he couldn’t bear it, it was his turn to suffer. The Eastern mad drink was very confident. Who could think that he would be A guy in the middle of a godhood is spiked?

In the eyes of the oriental binge drinking, some have only endless fears and grievances. Of course, this resentment is no longer dare to show up. His tongue is gone, he can still find a way, but if he even There is no one's own life, and no one can save him.

Everything is his own.

"We have no retreat now. We must enter this funeral mountain. Now the sword **** Xue Liang has entered the area, and we can't fall behind. Knowing that there are tigers leaning toward Hushan, this is us. The purpose, only through the challenges of blood and fire, can we become a real powerhouse."

Yu Rongyan looks grim, although Jiang Chen has left, but this is just a small episode of them. Without Jiang Chen, they can sneak in the same way.

"Yes, this is the end of the matter. At this point, we will definitely not be able to stop. The generation of swordsman Xue Liang can do it, and we can do the same."

Xu Jin firmly said with confidence that Jiang Chen left, but they must move forward.

The blood-colored skeleton is now two-thirds of the pouring, revealing a huge outline, about a thousand feet high, and the mountains are generally majestic, it is indeed a fierce behemoth, but completely intact, still far from revealing Just come.

Under the hurricane of the **** hurricane, everyone is incomparably dignified. The power of the hurricane alone is not something that can be avoided by ordinary human beings. Because in the hurricane, the wind blade is like a knife, tearing the void. The blood is like a splash of mountains and waters, the atmosphere is magnificent, the ocean is sprinkled, and the entire funeral mountain is in line with it.

"嗷呜-"

"嗷嗷-"

Suddenly, the yin wind anger, the thousand miles swept, the burial soul mountain, finally revealed his original face, the mountains, the ridges, like a **** mouth open, swallowing everything in the world, the mountain belly, dark, blood The fog is thick, as if it is a bottomless abyss. Everyone is not chilling. Even those monsters are full of horror and fear. The gods and gods are hard to keep calm.

"This is the ghost of the burial soul mountain, and now it is finally revealing his original appearance."

Yu Rongyan said quietly.

"I have heard about it for a long time, and the soul of the burial soul is tens of millions. And every thousand years, there will be a soul change in the funeral mountain, and when the soul changes, it is the time when the soul of the funeral mountain is raging, even the gods. The strong, can only be in the raging of the soul, turned into a pile of skeleton bones."

Xu Jin said silently, revealing a touch of dignified color.

"No! It’s still less than a thousand years. From the last time, it seems that it’s only four hundred years. How could a sudden change of the soul?”

Liu Quanchao said in a deep voice, his face changed greatly, and this kind of uneasiness continued to spread out in his heart.

"The soul change is the resentment of the ghosts and ghosts, the expression of resentment, this burial soul mountain buried a million souls, whether it is the soul of human beings or monsters, it is here, the soul of a millennium, it is reasonable to say that it should not Is there any change? Is this the change of the funeral mountain caused by this soul change?"

Qin Yu ink said faintly, his brows were scornful and his look was serious.

"It is already here. It seems that we have to go all out. The souls of the souls are shocked and can kill people. Everyone must be careful."

Wu Tinghou Shen Sheng shouted.

Accompanied by Wu Tinghou's roaring voice, thousands of ghosts and ghosts, roaring voices, more horror, a soulful shadow, skyrocketing, dense, constantly moving toward the **** skeleton after the blood sacrifice Finally, it disappeared into the invisible, blended into the skeleton of the blood, and the heart was amazing.

A generation of swordsman Xue Liang, the first to bear the brunt, is the impact of the soul of terror.

"Death is not a ruin, no one can stop me from seeing you."

Xue Liang sneered, proud of the long sword, running through Changhong, wherever he passed, the soul was destroyed, and the soul of one step was never lost!

A wicked soul remnant, whistling, raging in the sky, under Xue Liang, the remnant soul is completely destroyed, the soul flies. The remnants of the impact, from all directions, from the canyon in the depths of the funeral mountain, pervasive, but Xue Liang is calm, soul is not close, a sword is sacrificed, ghosts are shocked.

On the other hand, Yu Rongyan and others are all constantly struggling. The most powerful Yu Rongyan and others are already in a passive position. Yu Rongyan, Xu Jin, Qin Yumo and Liu Quanchao are on the front line, and Zhang Lei and others The strong peaks of the human beings, surrounded by a group, facing the souls of the impact in all directions, piercing, tearing heart, as if every moment, are swallowed by this soul, if not helpless, who is willing to Is this soul an enemy?