God Of Slaughter

The 577th chapter of the fierce battle

The seven ghost-winged warriors, without exception, are in the realm of the gods, and the head of the Rams is the most exquisite, reaching the peak of the gods, the atmosphere is far away.

The ghost pattern is stronger than the Yin Meizu. They do not have the weakness of the flesh and the weak. Every ghost of the ghost family is a strange martial art. Some of them have the ghost pattern and can temper the body. The strength of their flesh is stronger and stronger than that of the general ingenious warrior.

Of the seven rums, there are two of them.

The ghost lines on the two people, a purple, a cyan, exquisite as a cumbersome array of images, overflowing with strange luster, can not absorb the nearby heaven and earth aura.

The heaven and earth aura penetrates into the ghost lines, and after being transformed by the ghost lines, it turns into a quintessential force, nourishes in their blood and bones, and makes their flesh inexplicable.

These two ghost-family people, also because of the physical strength, came to the body of Rum and others, ready to deal with the attack of Shiyan.

The long-blooded dragon from the sword of the gods of the gods swallowed the blood of the scarlet, the fierce anger of the sky, swept all the way, the yin in the surrounding graves was cleaned, the thick **** smell, the blood Long Huo entangled.

The two ghosts of the tribes in front of them, the ghost lines on their bodies squirmed like a sly, and the strange waves fluctuated from their bodies, as if they had forcibly changed the way the power of heaven and earth worked.

The dry bodies of these two ghost-like people slowly filled up and grew tall, and their heights were stretched. They were full of blue veins and full of powerful sense of power.

It is like a demon.

"howl!"

At the same time, the two men violently screamed, and the sound was violent, and a pure brute force broke out from their bodies.

The two men's arms swelled, and the crystal light visible to the naked eye flowed and quickly rushed to the fist.

Just a glimpse, the two fists at the same time become a crystal state, like jade, sparkling, energy fluctuations more and more thrilling.

Hey!

Unexpectedly, the two men burst into tears, and in the blood of the fog, each of them was like a hammer, suddenly bursting.

boom!

The blood dragon that rushed to Rum and others, under the bombardment of the punches, was also trembled, and the blood of the condensate swayed.

The ghosts of the two fists bursting, the face suddenly horrible, the fierceness of the heart was stimulated, and rushed to Shiyan without fear of death.

In midair, the blood vessels of these two people burst, and the ghost lines on the body were more and more flashing.

A cavity of blood, two ghosts of the tribe, overdraft of flesh and blood in the pure brute force of refining forever, grinning, fierce.

Shi Yan frowned, cold grin, "not self-reliant."

When the thoughts move, the negative force rushes to the whole body, and the fine elements of the body roaming, a desperate, violent, bloodthirsty, crazy idea, slammed from the rock body.

Two days of violent walking.

The stone rock scorpion gradually became scarlet and bloody, and the glutinous rice was filled with fierce evil thoughts, and the body gradually dried up.

The misty white mist haunts the whole body and forms a thick layer of white armor. The strong negative force, such as the river, is surging.

Life and death!

The two hands raised, the light flashed, and they formed a mark, which was launched.

The artistic conception of death is quietly confused, and the world of life and death alternates, as if it evolved in the imprint, the cold death thoughts spread out, and this cold and deadly Tianyin ancient dynasty seemed to echo.

Hunting smog and whistling, the deadly Tianyin ancient scorpion, such as the seeds of death, a kind of absolutely dead thoughts, filled the audience.

The ethnic groups of the ghosts and the like of Rum have changed their faces.

"Death power!" Rum subconsciously exclaimed, hurriedly calmed down, and an ice-blue beam of light flashed away.

The ghost lines on his chest suddenly came alive, and actually formed an ice-blue flower in a short time. The texture of the road became a line of sketches of flowers, which was very strange.

An ice-blue flower blooms on the chest of Rum, and the light in the eye of Rum flickers.

A glimpse of the power of quintessence from the body of Rum to the ice-blue flowers, the ice-blue flowers slowly open on his chest, until the flowers are bright and colorful, it is stunned Mum’s chest flew out and slammed into the mood of life and death.

A vast and unique artistic conception, released from the ice-blue flowers, under the artistic conception, Shiyan gave birth to a vast sea, never coming to the end of the helpless.

The ice-blue flowers bloom very brightly, and the wonderful waves fluctuate. They are scattered from the flowers, affecting the artistic conception of death.

Daddy, the flowers began to zero, a piece of petals swaying, like an elf dancing, glamorous, in this sinister sinister sinister sacred, revealing a stunning beauty.

In each petal, when it is flying, it gradually transforms into a grain of seeds and falls on the damp land.

Extremely strange, on the earth, a small shoot of buds emerged tenaciously, as if deliberately aimed at the mood of death, began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the buds gradually blossomed, the artistic conception of death, which was added by Shiyan, such as the bright moon in the mirror, disappeared.

Shiyan’s eyes are a bit stunned.

A chilly will, suddenly infiltrated him to the sea, and woke him up in an instant.

When the look was shocked, Shiyan stared at it and found that there was nothing in front of him. There was nothing in the distance. Rum in the distance, the ghost pattern on the chest was condensed into an ice blue flower, and it did not fly out.

"Hey, play with us, you are still a little inferior." That rum is cold and quite disdainful.

Shi Yan was amazed and not angry. He nodded with a smile. "Yes, these guys, you are all old and not dead. In terms of artistic conception in front of you, it seems that I am too naive."

Then, he is no longer embarrassed, and the war demon and ghosts who are rushing to the side have commanded it.

The war demon, the sneaky scorpion, the king of the golden silkworm, and the king of the worms flew out immediately, and began to smash the hands of the seven ethnic groups of the ghosts, and suppressed them with strength.

The ghost-winged people, each of them are good at the soul, and have a unique understanding of the power and conception of various worlds.

It is obviously not realistic to fight against them. It is obviously not realistic to win by fancy. Only pure power bombardment is the king.

The demon, the sneaky, the golden silkworm and the king of the worm, without exception, are not afraid of the invasion of the ghosts of the ghosts, especially the wars and ghosts, as if they can immunize the soul and rampage among the ghosts. I simply ignored the soul skills of the seven people.

The war demon is like a chariot, and there is a violent burst in the ghost pattern. The pressure of heavy mountains is overwhelming everyone.

The sneaky change is adult-shaped, the face is scaled, the shoulders, the elbows, and the knees are spiked. The action is like the wind, the hands and feet are sharp weapons, and they are simply invincible.

The golden silkworm is only shooting a golden thread, such as a spider net, releasing those gold silk, and a little bit of space for the seven people of Rum.

The seven people of Rum, although not low in realm, are extremely weak in strength. They are targeted by the demon, the sneaky, the golden silkworm, and the king of the beast. They are suddenly dangerous, and they can only temporarily avoid the edge.

Shi Yan looked cold and indifferent, and took the sword in his hand, and held it with his hands. He looked at them faintly and did not shoot.

His knowledge changes frequently.

A glimpse of the fascination of the power of space, wandering around in the ancient glory of the sky, and plundering the area where the two sages of the ghost pattern are located.

In the grave group, a fierce battle was staged in full swing.

Lei Mo, Zhuo Hui, Ai Po, and Gong Sunxi and his party joined forces to fight against the ghost pattern family. Even Ye Xiong and Zhu Yi and Yue Luan also participated in the battle, and together they pushed the secret power of the body. Ghostly ethnic group.

The two sages of the ghosts, sitting in the ghosts of the tribes, crouched slightly, with a cold smile on their lips.

A stock of the most obvious soul fluctuations, spurred from the two ghosts of the sage, a kind of soul skills were released, quietly directed to Remo and others.

The seven ancients of Remo, Aibo, and Gongsun韬 could not help but take out the secrets of the soul defense class. The secrets of those secret treasures are offsetting the soul impact of the two sages, and they are desperately rushing to the ghosts. At the center of the family, trying to kill the two sages who were surrounded by them.

The two sages, in the ghost-sex group, still tried their best to restore their strength and absorb the aura of heaven and earth.

From the imprisonment, the two men are exhausted. After this recovery, they are also in a good salary. It is impossible to have combat power so quickly.

They are fighting for time.

The strong people of the true divine environment, once absorbed the power, let them be able to display the martial arts, Lei Mo everyone, afraid that they can not cope.

Remer and others are also aware of the fact that they are fighting hard, and they must take the two sages as soon as possible.

The scattered knowledge of Shiyan continued to be explored in all corners of Tianyin.

A figure appeared in his knowledge of the sea.

Remo’s son, Thunder.

He and Aya were not together. He stood quietly behind a tombstone. The thunder flashed in his eyes, his face showed a cold and cold look, and he quietly filled the battle between Remo and the ghosts.

Behind the Thunder, there are several bodies, which are the Wuhun Temple and the Heavenly Palace. One of the bodies is Mo Linger.

Her face was pale and her face was inexplicably scared. She seemed to see something terrible before she died.

The Thunder was next to the bodies, suddenly blinking, looking up into the air, and an electric flash in the eyelids flashed.

Shi Yan’s glimpse of the gods was hit.

When he knew the sea, he immediately screamed and looked blank.

Even the gods that the ghosts and sages did not pay attention to were smashed by the Thunder, which made him very surprised.

"He is a dying Lei Yan." At this time, the nine secluded souls of the flame came to the thought, "Be careful, he is using that body, a little bit of recovery power."

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