Martial God Conqueror

Chapter 905: The end of the war

Chapter 905: The end of the war.

"I am worried that you have paid a lot of time for you."

Lei Guang figure fluctuations, did not pay attention to the old man and the Shenguang Tianzun, the eyes of the thunder and the direct-viewer respected the summer wind and thunder, the look is like a thunder.

The sky below is empty, far away from the battlefield of the strongmen such as the Xiahou Houfeng, the madness, and the jade fairy.

The terrible thunder of the sky appeared, naturally it also caused the attention of Du Shaoqi, who had just been repulsed, especially the Thunder of the body, like what he felt, and began to move.

Just feeling the breath of the thunder figure, Du Shaozhen is a sinking heart.

The terrible breath, like the real envelope, solidified the space of the heavens and the earth, so that Du Shaozhen felt that it was stronger than the spirit of Master.

"Is it the true martial arts powerhouse in the legend!" Du Shaoqi was dull and his eyes were dignified.

"Three less!"

At this moment, with Du Xiaoqing, Du Xiaohu, Du Xiao Yao was shaken off, the charm, the beast, the soul and evil three abandoned the honorable power of the bright **** court, the first time appeared in Du Shaozhen.

"You are careful."

Du Shaozhen said to the three people of the charm, looking at the perfect Wu Zun that he faced, his eyes smear the chill, but at this moment more dignified is the thunder figure coming from above.

The beast kills, the soul evil, the enchanted three appear, suffocating, and immediately blocked the three magical martial arts.

"The kid is a treasure, let's just let it go!"

The magical teachings that are full of Wu Zun’s eyes are facing the Dapeng Golden Wings behind Du Shaoqi, and the Zijin Tianyi in their hands are all greedy.

The handprints in his hands condense, and the surrounding sky has a strange energy, like the energy of the heavens and the earth in this space, as if he was borrowed by him.

"boom!"

In the end, all the energy was turned into a terrible offensive by this perfect Wuzun, and it was ruined and ruined, and rushed to Du Shaoyan to sweep Du Shaoyan.

Du Shaozhen is discolored, and the purple lightning bolts are interwoven in front of him. The lightning runes are all over the sky, turning into a purple arc light curtain to block the opponent's attack.

"Booming!"

It’s just that the perfect Wu Zun’s attack did not stop. This attack was terrible, and it resonated with this side of the world, with a terrible voice rumbling, as if borrowing the power of heaven and earth, to bind Du Shaoqi.

"Hey..."

Du Shaoqi stepped back and forth, and the mouth was filled with a faint golden blood.

"Son of a bitch!"

In the eyes of Du Shaoyan, the chill is spreading, the thunder is overflowing, the horrible breath is fluctuating, and I want to start the Thunder!

"Seven Star Temple, it is still not possible to come to the wilderness!"

At this moment, a loud scream echoed in the sky, with a purple light, turned into a paw print wrapped in purple runes, and swept down.

"Oh..."

Then the purple paw print, directly like a purple thunder, slammed into the terrible rune energy that was sweeping Du Shaoqi.

"Booming..."

The purple paw prints swept down, and the attack of the perfect Wu Zun suddenly became chaotic, and a crack in the dark space spread out.

In the mountains below, many of the hills were smashed under the lingering spur of the terrible purple paw prints, revealing a strip of gully!

As the paw prints faded, the lightning spread to the top of the martial arts, as if the purple thunder fell.

"Hey..."

Under the fear of the sudden collapse of the martial arts, the body was crushed by the ants, and the death could not die any more.

"Less, nothing."

In the next moment, a four-and-five-year-old man dressed in a purple robes and a long purple hair appeared in front of Du Shaoqi. The five senses were like carvings. When he was young, his appearance was absolutely beautiful, revealing a noble style of the king. The breath at this time is even more terrible.

"Six uncles."

Looking at the purple long-haired person, Du Shaoyan's eyes were slightly horrified and he was overjoyed. It was the Zitian Zun who was the sixth division of the Kaiyang Temple.

As Du Shaoqi’s voice fell, the space around Zitianzun fluctuated again, and two figures fell.

A person with a strong figure, a 70-year-old man dressed in a star-patterned robes, an old man dressed in a ceremonial robes, is the master of the glory of the temple, and the lord of the Temple of Heaven.

"It's over!"

At the same time, the top of the Leiguang figure shot, the terrible breath to ban the void, there is a thunder to spread, as if to destroy this piece of heaven and earth.

The arc of the sky flutters, the immortal destruction of thunder and lightning, the glare of the horror, the horror of the sky, the shroud of the summer monk.

At this time, the thunder and lightning of this piece of emptiness above the sky is dazzling, and the devastating lightning and thunder rumbling.

At this moment, the void is trembled, and the mountains and rivers are lingering.

At this moment, only that kind of thunder figure is the only one in this world.

The whole void only left the Raytheon figure, the electric mans are brilliant, just like the supreme!

Such a terrible offensive, the owner of the void below involuntarily stagnated, and nothing was discolored.

That offensive is too terrible, even the strongest person must be straight.

At this moment, the instrument respects Xiahou Fenglei is rather relaxed, faintly looking at the void above, whispered: "I am not afraid of a avatar, but the fifth, you really want me to waste my strength?"

"The fourth, your **** seems to be getting stronger!"

A faint laughter came out, but at the same time, a dense scorpion rune appeared in front of the device.

"boom!"

The rune of the rune is also to let the empty space tremble, spread the world, a figure falling, blocking the destruction of the thunder.

At this moment, no matter how terrible the thunder of the sky, it is impossible to get closer to half a point.

The figure that fell down appeared to be older than the statue. At the age of more than 70, the black hair was smooth and the face was extremely rosy. The hair on the two sides was slightly silvery.

With the appearance of this old man, this side of the world has once again trembled, and there is an unprovoked pressure that has spread from its body and seems to be above the Raytheon figure.

"That is the five divisions, Jimo minister!"

Du Shaozhen, who is looking down at the sky, looks at the old man who appears next to the master of the Master, and his eyes are fluctuating.

The old man is the master of the Temple of Yuheng Temple, the uncle of the five divisions, Jimo!

"The head is exposed, but it is just a detachment, the Seven Star Temple, and it is not possible for you to scatter the wild!"

Jimo Mingchen looked up at the thunder figure, and sang and screamed out. The whole body had a terrible symbol and a mysterious radiance. After being turned into a dazzling **** ring in front of him, it became a thorny god.

In the end, the glare runes condensed into a substantial war, glaring, dazzling, directly piercing the space, destroying all the thunder and destruction of the surrounding.

"And the book of the demon, sooner or later, and you slowly calculate, first charge interest today!"

In the next moment, Jimo’s figure appeared before the thunder figure, and no one could clearly see it.

Then everyone just saw a punch of Jimo’s famous minister, wrapped in a rune, and the bombardment was on the body of the Raytheon.

"Booming..."

This punch directly penetrated the Leiguang figure, bursting its thunder and turning it into a dim arc.

But no blood spilled, the other party is just a avatar.

But the result is shocking everyone.

"Escape, Jimo Mingchen broke through to the territory of the martial arts, flee!"

The old face of the old man was discolored in an instant, and almost flickered away.

"Retire, everyone retreats!"

Shenguang Tianzun is also afraid, and his eyes are tightening. He knows what the real martial arts represent.

He has been eager for that step, but he has never been able to cross it.

"Hey..."

The old man of the yin and the **** of light rushed to escape, tearing the space, and suddenly plunged into the crack in the space.

"Since it is here, there is always a price to pay!"

Seeing the old man of the yin and the **** of light and the gods, the murder of Jimo’s eyes, the handprints of the rune in the distance, like the force of the world, the two fled to the former. The space crack was shot inside.

"Hey!"

The handprints fell, and the space along the way disappeared into nothingness. The surrounding space collapsed, and a terrible energy swept straight into the space crack.

"Hey..."

Within the crack that gradually closed, two smoldering sounds of blood rushed out, and blood fog emerged from the crack in the space.

"The Seven Star Temple, will not exist for too long, my devil swears not to give up!"

The voice of sorrow and pain came out of the crack in the space. Obviously, both the old Yin Lei and the Shenguang Tianzun suffered heavy losses, and then the space cracks merged.

"Kill, one does not stay!"

Purple Tianzun looked at the space above the eyes, and then swept through the battlefield, killing in the eyes, the figure suddenly plucked, and instantly shot.

"Escape, flee..."

The strong ones of the bright gods and the several sages of the devils, where they dare to stay at the moment, are all scattered and fleeing.

"kill!"

Only at this moment, with the support of Zi Tianzun, Zun Zun, Dan Zun, Gan Xing Zun, and so on, those who are respectful and powerful are also rapidly degraded.

"Dead!"

The master of the Temple of Yuheng Temple, the famous inkmaker of the ink, the eight-star mixed spirit of the Guangming Temple, is trying to escape quickly, but in the end it is the soul.

At this moment, the head of the Yuheng Hall, the master of the ink, is in the hands of the famous minister of the ink, and the eight-star mixed spirits are not the same.