God Of Slaughter

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The first thousand two hundred and fifty-seven chapters

Blood sea.

The Ming Dynasty, the Xuanhe River, the Qiang Lie Te, and the Shiyan float outside the forbidden land, and there is no dispute over the bloodthirsty remains.

"His remains, the spirit of the ring can perceive, the more bones the ringing spirit gets, the stronger the perception will be." Shi Yan stated that he shook his arm and said: "Now, there are two bones, and that is Should the remains of the Magic Zong, the Broken Temple, and the Tianshui Palace be asked to come back?"

"When you reach the top, you will ask for the owner's remains. This matter should not be a problem." Xuanhe Road.

"Climb to the top?" The eyes are faint and faint, and the sullen voice: "I don't agree, why did he climb to the top?"

"As long as the five heads agree that he will become the Lord, he is the new lord. When Sen Luo, Branding, and Gru are there, we have already confirmed this. You are also a participant. Do you have to abide by the agreement of the year?" When the violent anger is angry, the look will look to the meditation.

"I agree with things, naturally obey, but now there are only three heads, other heads have not been selected, he can climb to the top, it depends on God."

I don’t want to talk too much, the cold snoring, the figure is like a smoke, and it instantly dissipates.

Although others left, the voice came from far away. "We are each responsible for the arrangement of the island, preparing for the destruction, darkness, despair, corrosion, and chaos of the five islands."

"I will arrange it." 腓 特 特 冲 冲 岩 岩 岩 岩 岩 岩 岩 岩 岩 岩 岩 岩

Xuanhe smiled lightly and explained: "There must be five heads to recognize you, and you are qualified to obtain the status of the Lord. I and I will naturally agree that Torre and Benteng will compete for the darkness and the leader of the corrosion system. They are all It’s the beginning of the world, and I don’t think it’s a big problem...”

Xuanhe explained the rules they set in the past, and carefully explained it to Shiyan. He also talked about Yang Qingdi and said: "If he can win the desperate Oyi Kui, this matter can be finalized, but the cultivation of desperate people, there are One person reaches the realm of the gods, that person...not me and the person who is very strong, should be with the meditation."

"Desperate and righteous!" Shiyan eyes burst into glare and screamed, "Going to the island, I have the means to help my grandfather win the position!"

Xuanhe suddenly, he looked at Shiyan deeply and nodded: "Good!"

Two strange lights flashed and fell directly to the island of despair. On the island, there were dozens of people who were desperate and desperate, and Yang Qingdi was one of them.

He is on the corner of the island, calmly looking at a distant person, showing a fierce battle**.

The man, a ghost-like ethnic group, is covered with blue runes on his body, and his face is the same, and he looks at it with horror.

He is a realm of heaven and earth, giving people a kind of faintness, desperate feeling of despair. He sits in the corner of the island, and there is a strange and screaming sound in the surrounding white bones. It seems to be struggling with despair.

He always closed his eyes. He didn't look at one person on the island. He was indifferent to Yang Qingdi's gaze and indulged himself in his own mood.

Yang Qingdi has regarded him as his main opponent. When he comes over, he will aim at him. He will be mad and fighting, and the blood will burn like a raging fire.

Although he only has a virtual god, he has the magic blood of the undead moat in his body, and he has absorbed the blood of the blood. The degree of physical strength is extraordinary. Compared with the ghost family, his body is not unexpected. Should be able to take the upper hand, but the power is too much inferior to each other because of the gap in the realm.

"Too grandfather." Shi Yan snorted.

Yang Qingdi shocked and slammed his head and couldn’t help but stunned: "When did you come over?"

"Just arrived." Shi Yan smiled and smiled. He covered the island of despair and had a detailed understanding of those who were desperate and desperate on the island.

"Soon, the battle for winning the battle, not preparing for the participants, leaving the island, waiting for the temporary, I, and the islands of the island, waiting for the results, you can return." Xuanhe did not fall, but Suspended above the island and screamed.

"The previous battle for victory, regardless of life or death, but now the situation is different, our eight great inheritors have greatly weakened. Therefore, if the conscious force is insufficient at the time of winning the championship, as long as they take the initiative to leave the island, they will be regarded as giving up, and the opponent can not be exhausted. Killing. Of course, if you have to persist in a war, knowing that you are invincible also requires a trace of dissatisfaction. If you insist on fighting, then death will die..."

Xuanhe indifferently explained the rules. At the time of his speech, many low-ranking warriors took the initiative to get out and go to the three islands of death, sorrow and corpse.

Dozens of people who practiced desperately, and who have gone through the vast majority.

Xuanhe’s rule is over. There are only five people left on the island. Among the five, Yang Qing’s imaginary **** has a heavy heaven, the lowest realm, three virtual gods, and the last one is the ghost-like ethnic group. God is a heavenly realm.

Those who are in the realm of the illusory gods are prepared to defeat the man of desperation, and defeat the man to compete for the position of leader.

They have some confidence in themselves, and they listen to Yang Qingdi's detailed rules. If they are really unworthy, they will leave early and will not fall into danger.

As one warrior leaves, the corner of the island, Shiyan is also taking action.

After he and Yang Qingdi rehearsed a little, they let Yang Qingdi sit down and let go of the soul and accept the power from Sen Luo.

Yang Qingdi did not hesitate to act according to what he said. He had just sat down, and there was a wonderful wave of volatility within the spirits. He was taken away by the spirits of the Senro, and turned into a kind of energy spring. The Qing Emperor Tianling cover, enter the interior of his soul altar.

Yang Qingdi looked up at Xuanhe and made a look at Xuanhe, indicating that Xuanhe waited for a while.

Xuanhe nodded slightly, and he looked at the bottom with amazement. He looked at the head of Yang Qingdi's head and expressed his thoughts. He was half-sounding, and Xuanhe's eyes showed a hint of gloom.

From the energy spring water, he felt the scent of Sen Luo. Sen Luo was the leader of despair. Although his character was solitary and extreme, he was quite sympathetic with him. The breath came from Sen Luo, so wonderful and wonderful, only one thing can be proved— - Sen Luo has completely died out.

Although he had long known that Sen Luo should have lost his life, he has not really been sure. Now, seeing the energy spring of Sen Luo's beginning, the righteousness, and the power of despair, he is suddenly sad.

At this moment, the chanting sounds, "When do you start?"

When the sound fell, he stood by the side of Xuanhe. He said: "The chaos and destruction of the two islands, under my arrangement, are ready, just waiting for you and me to make a battle.腓 特 也 also arranged the dark, corroded the two islands, it is on your side."

"I have seen the benefactor." Suddenly, the ghost-like ethnic group who had always closed his eyes, stood up and respected after the silence, and said sincerely.

Looking at the eyes, nodded slightly, said: "To fight for the position of the leader, it is to give me the feelings, you work hard."

"Bakuding does not live up to the expectations of benefactors." The man was respectful.

Xuanhe looked down at the man and snorted, and immediately said: "It will be fine for a while, you really have arranged, it seems that desperate to be the first job, you are ready to let Baku win."

The look of the meditation does not move. "You are not also arranging Bangteng, Torre, and the darkness of the darkness. You can arrange it. I can do it naturally. It depends on who we arranged and the arrangement is wonderful."

He glanced at the stone rock with a cold eye, and there was an unidentified color in his eyelids. He looked at the blood pattern ring again, and the figure disappeared and disappeared from here.

Underneath, Yang Qingdi sent a strong wave of despair, such as Shen Yu in the boundless despair, a look of sorrow, a painful struggle, seems to be to get rid of the soul from somewhere.

Shi Yan stood on the side, silently guarding, cold-eyed to see the four people who were desperate to cultivate the desperate.

The four people, in addition to Baku's look unchanged, the other three virtual gods peak strong, are full of shock, deep look at Yang Qingdi, there is a hint of taboo.

In Yang Qingdi, they noticed the most profound and terrible fluctuations of despair, the kind of volatility... they gave their hearts and minds, and their despair was justified. It was like a kind of equal order. Perceived them and made them secretly upset.

The three people closed their eyes and their faces gradually faded and their hearts were stunned. They had quietly made up their minds and started to win the championship. Try not to take the initiative to provoke Yang Qingdi.

Xuanhe witnessed the strange light, nodded secretly, looking at the expression of Yang Qingdi, full of respect.

Half-sounding, Yang Qingdi made a roar of a fierce animal roaring. He was full of blood and suddenly turned up. His eyes showed a scarlet. He took a deep breath and slowly calmed down and calmed down. Yes."

Shi Yan glanced at him and found that he was still only a virtual god. He was only very fascinating. As in the gradual ascent, the power seemed to be a wonderful fusion, and every moment became powerful.

"Do you want to... give you some time?" Shi Yandao.

"No." Yang Qingdi shook his head and grinned and said: "Give me time, it will be hard to fight, it will become very boring. At this time, the power of the realm is not fully integrated. I am still at a disadvantage, so I will be happy in battle. I am more satisfied with it."

Shiyan was amazed and then smiled: "Okay."

He pulled back to the sky and stood side by side with Xuanhe and said, "You can start."

Jumping far away, he found the darkness, destruction, chaos, corrosion on the islands of the dead island, there are also winners waiting, one by one fierce atmosphere, ready to shoot, to put blood for the leader.

Ferran and Liana, both on the side of the corroded, dark islands, looked worried and stared at the interior of the island, inside, with the people they care about.

"Ming, 腓 特 特, can start!" Xuanhe suddenly screamed, whistling through the blood cloud, such as thunder, resounding in the **** islands.

In the distance, the sorrows and the screams also responded with a whistling sound. In the sound of the dragons and tigers, the **** seas burst into waves, and many vortexes in the sky turned.

Their howling seems to have opened up some wonderful arrays, which caused a huge change in the **** sea.

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