Dragon-Marked War God

The ancestral tower shines brightly. Under the addition of two dragon balls, Jiang Chen can feel the horror of the ancestral tower. When the ancestral tower is out, the octopus is directly attacked by the ancestral tower, Danyang. The hands clasped the eight square tripods, and were forced back by the force of Jiang Chen’s counter-shocks. The face was gloomy and the momentum was unstable.

“One million years!”

Ghostly eyed squadrons followed, and a vertical eye between the eyebrows burst into a horrible glow. Jiang Chen felt that the flow of time around him was extremely slow at this moment. At the same time, Xuanyuan seized the gap and deceived himself. Fang Tian painted, shattered the void, and crushed it. Jiang Chen remembered the golden bell of the gods and started the ban of Donghuangzhong. Completely blocked from the outside world, this blow, hit the gold cover of God's bell on Jiang Chen, and made a deafening loud noise, but the result still did not make Xuanyuan seriously satisfied, because it was shocked by the golden bell of this **** clock, The earthquake became a serious person, but he was.

"The East Emperor's East Emperor's Promise, it is really hot."

Xuanyuan’s center of gravity was awkward. I didn’t think that Jiang Chen’s only a few years ago was to learn from the Emperor’s Promise, and its horror was completely unexpected.

"I am not a vegetarian in the Xuanyuan of Qinghe Zong."

Xuanyuan’s eyes were solidified on Jiang Chen’s body, and Fang’s paintings were shot again. Xuanyuan was the secret of Qinghe’s ancestry. He only passed on the sect. At this moment, Xuanyuan re-applied his most powerful blow, Xuanyuan Hey, Xuanyuan, Fang Tianhuai, such as the help of God, the sound of screaming, breaking the void, even the space has been completely collapsed, Xuanyuan can be seen.

A dragon was shot from Fang Tian's paintings, and he became a war soul, and went straight to Jiang Chen.

"The means of horror, but for me, it is still useless."

Jiang Chen snorted and did not move. The Xuanyuan seems to have endless power. He wants to display it. The Canglong, who is free from bondage, hits Jiang Chen’s golden bell, but still has no Any fluctuations, thousands of miles away, countless people humming, but Jiang Chen, or that Jiang Chen, God bell gold cover, stable if the mountain.

In a sense, this is not only the golden bell of the Emperor's innocent, but the true emperor's bell, the power of defense can be imagined. Donghuangzhong is known as the gate of the Three Realms. Its horror can definitely make the Emperor tremble. Even though it is a broken East Queen's Bell, it is not something that can be compared with ordinary weapons.

Xuanyuan’s strong attack, but it was still blocked by Shen Jinjin. Although the fierce battle blocked the time flow around Jiang Chen for a long time, it still could not have any offensive, let Jiang Chen lose, but instead Jiang Chen, the more frustrated.

"Your Eight Ding Ding, but this way, look at my ancestral tower and give me a suppression!"

Jiang Chen’s eyes were cold and there was no blood. At this moment, he pushed the ancestral tower to the limit. Under the horror suppression of the ancestral tower, he swept the sky and the sky, Xuanyuan was heavy, and the force of the battle, the three men of Danyangzi exhausted their strength. , withstood the Zulongta, but the oppression of the Zulongta is far from over. The three people pressed their knees to the ground, their faces were blue and white, completely lost their initiative, and the horror of the Zulongta really made They saw the fierceness of Jiang Chen.

"I can't stand it -"

Danyangzi said that his teeth are broken, and the eight squares in his hands are also cracked by the suppression of this moment.

"My eight squares, no-"

Danyangzi roared, and the Eight-Party Ding was completely destroyed under the suppression of the Zulong Tower, and it was completely divided and destroyed.

"I can't support it anymore!"

The fierce battles clenched their teeth, but the three of them were still completely suppressed by Jiang Chen, losing the most primitive offensive, and even self-protection became a problem.

"puff--"

Xuanyuan spurted a spurt of blood, his legs were broken, and he snorted. He had no support at all under his feet.

"I didn't expect my Xuanyuan to live a lifelong life, and I will plant it in the hands of your stinky boy. I am not willing, I am not willing."

Xuanyuan’s eyes are full of regrets, but they are also full of helplessness, because he is unable to fight again. Now he has become the doll in the hands of Jiang Chen, the three strongest, the head of the strongest ancestral door in the river, even It was also defeated, and it was defeated, and there was no luck.

"Do the three masters join hands and lose?"

"This guy, I don't know what to describe him. Is it Satan under the 18th floor hell?"

"I think this will be the most desperate moment of my life. This guy will not let us go."

"Linhejie, is it really over? Jiang Chen is terrible."

The ancestral tower is like the same golden mountain. The strongest of the three kings of the kingdom in the middle of the kingdom can not withstand the power of this horrible repression.

On top of the Zulong Tower, Jiang Chen stood proudly, and the momentum was in harmony with the sky.

The world is big, I am defeated by my hand, stepping on the river, who is fighting?

Jiang Chen has anger in his chest, and there are millions of gullies. In this battle, Jiang Chen has no joy and no sorrow. He wants to use the entire Qinghe sect to wash his father's pain and grievances. No one can block his footsteps.

The remaining 50,000 disciples, all of them are dying, and the elders of all the sects who came to help Qingzong annihilate the Jiang Dust are also pale. Jiang Chen swept the Qinghe dynasty in an invincible position. Compared with it, this is the general trend!

Jiang Chen’s repressive power once again caused the three masters to lie on the ground, and the lower part of the body was broken. This is not only a heavy blow to the three of them, but also to Qing Hezong, to the ghost eye, to Shen Danzong. Even the insults of the entire riverside, they are the three pillars of the sect. At this moment, Jiang Chen has been crushed into a ruin, and the heart of honor has been completely crushed.

"The ancestors saved me -"

Xuanyuan repeated a long sigh, and the heavens and the earth moved. Because of him, he was already unable to lead the Qinghe dynasty to defeat him. The eternal life was destroyed, the disciples were 100,000, and the damage was over half. His face was also gone with this battle.

Jiang Chen’s eyes are slightly stunned, Qinghe Zong, can anyone still stand up? Lian Xuanyuan called it an ancestor. It seems that this Qinghe dynasty is really deep enough.

"The useless things, Qing Hezong in the hands of Seoul and so on, almost completely destroyed, really disappointing me."

A white figure, stepping out from the void, as if from the sky, the old man is kind and eye-catching, but a pair of eagle eyes gives a great sense of oppression.

On the scrawny face, with a little wrinkles, the white man's body is in the eyes of Xuanyuan, but it is quite straight and full of awe and fear.

The old man in white snorted and looked at Xuanyuan with a glance. Naturally, he hated iron and did not become steel.

“Xuan Yujie, is it really your old man?”

Danyangzi's eyes were condensed and trembling, and the blood at the corner of his mouth was hardly raised by Jiang Chen.