Dragon-Marked War God

"How could this be? Suddenly it will change?"

"The feeling of sinisterness, why is this? Isn't it supposed to be peaceful? How can it suddenly become so cold?"

"The thunder is rolling, the wind is blowing, it seems that this Zizhulin is not a good place."

"Catch the grass! Look, those people are all standing up and coming to us."

I don't know who shouted, and Mo Yundi and others became serious.

"What happened? Cloud pray!"

Mo Yundi thought of his second brother, Mo Yunqi, for the first time. It was at this moment that Mo Yunqi was already deceived and went straight to them. The blood in his eyes made Chen Yundi feel It’s not a bad thing.

"Be careful!"

After a burst of his drink, the whole sky became scarlet, like a big net, shrouded them.

Hundreds of masters, under the leadership of several powerful emperors, directly rushed to the ink cloud, they attacked, killing and decisive, and the momentum is skyrocketing!

Although Mo Yundi has already been prepared, because he has realized the **** light in his brother's eyes, it is not simple. However, this moment, still being attacked by his own brother, he is embarrassed.

After all, the power of the emperor is unmatched!

Confucian Confucius, Daojia Zhuangxu, Mojia Moyun praying, the vertical and horizontal family Zhuge 瑾, the military squad black, have skyrocketed, unstoppable, the top ten family masters are also suffocating, because these people are too strong Strong enough that they simply cannot be enemies.

"Rewind! Run!"

Kong Changyun screamed and his face paled. In the twinkling of an eye, the masters of the three Confucius’s Emperor’s Emperor’s Peaks had been torn into pieces, bloody, and extremely fierce.

"How can this be, how come, how can it..."

Some people were so scared that they were pale and unsustainable. They were constantly shaking. They were peaceful in the daytime, but this moment was a black wind. The masters of the entire Zizhu forest all changed color. They only knew the killing. For the crazy slaughter of the top ten families, their hundreds of people are very different from the hundreds of people in the Zizhulin. Although there are also half-step strongmen, but under the leadership of Kong Yun and others, there is no The emperors of the imperial powers are completely unable to cope. They can only escape from embarrassment. Some people are directly obliterated in the process of fleeing.

The scene is very chaotic and tragic, so that Mo Yundi is flustered. Who can think that they are still very peaceful between the days, but at this time, it is like wearing a mask of a killer, killing innocent, insane .

In the Zizhu forest, the rain curtains, the thunder and the surrounding sky seem to have completely collapsed.

This scene is really too miserable. In a flash, thunder and lightning, there is a third of the master, killed by Mo Yunqi and others, that scene, although washed by blood, but still blood flowing into the river .

The tragedy has been unbearable, but Mo Yundi and others are still in a slap in the face.

"Old ancestors, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"Cloud pray, what are you doing! How can you become like this?"

"Old ancestors, I don't want to die."

More and more people are starting to cry, even if they are strong gods, they are not gods. They also have their own perceptions, fear and fear. Life and death are more important in their eyes. Because they have cultivated to this step, which one is very easy?

I have to say that no one is able to reach the point of today by doing nothing, and the strength is great, standing at the top of the family, but in front of the real emperor, it is so vulnerable.

Kong Changyun and Mo Yundi and others retreated back and forth, and there are more and more deaths and injuries. The scene is not completely controllable by them. Even if they want to go, they can’t go away. They are surrounded by endless Zizhulin. I can't find any boundaries at all. Here, like an incomparable labyrinth, you can't find a real exit at all.

"Damn guys, we are pitted, those people, maybe not our loved ones at all."

Mo Yundi roared, screaming hot, strong, but still being suppressed by several powerful emperors, the virtual emperor, in front of the emperor, there is no slightest effort to fight back .

At this moment, Mo Yundi and others are full of despair, Jiang Chen, where is Jiang Chen? Even if he is here, it is estimated that he can't afford to turn it around? That is the number of powerful emperors, who are invincible, they can not compete with them.

Storm thunder, rainy night murder!

Throughout the night, a scarlet rain curtain rose from the sky.

"Buddha shines!"

A golden light surged out, a golden figure, strong shots, light and shadow, light, long Buddha, directly to the master of more than ten half-steps of the emperor, all forced to retreat, wolf.

A rag of linen, a cold face like frost, the person who came is not someone else, it is the tyrant of the gods! Today, his strength has reached a half-step emperor, and Jiang Chen is generally the same, one palm, repelling more than ten half-step emperors, the strength is strong, shocking.

"Tian Luo Shenyin!"

A burst of sound, followed by the monk monk, the horrible waves, overturned dozens of half-step emperors, compared to the monk monk, only strong or weak, because his strength has already reached The power of the emperor.

"The hundred insects die without being stiff, and even if they are not my opponents, how many winds and waves do you want to pick up? Hahaha."

Kong Jing sighed, the palm of the hand was like a thunder, picking up the waves, the rain curtain was cut off, the wind was still, and the strong blow, let the youth of the Qingpao, even the enemy, the palm of the hand, directly blocked the hole, two All of them are flying backwards, and their faces are extremely gloomy.

"As long as I don't die, Zizhulin is my guardianship. No one can scatter wild land on this piece of pure land."

The man in the green robe stood with his hands in his eyes, and his eyes were extremely cold. He looked at Kong Jun and others and killed the machine.

"Even if it is a strong emperor, why does Laozi just want to taste the strength of the emperor?"

The sergeant monk sneered, and did not even put the hole in his eyes.

Mo Yundi and others lighted their eyes and took a deep breath. They did not expect that there would be rescuers in this Zizhu forest. Although these two people did not know each other, they were the opposite of Kong Jun and others. They are saved when they go up.

"It’s time to kill both of you, but you can run like this. If you let me run away today, maybe I won’t stay here.”

Mo Yun prayed coldly, but the sound was exactly the same as Kong Jun, that is, they probably had been controlled by one person.