Moraxel's Will: I Actually Have A Brother

Because he knew that it was futile, and if they really fought against each other, they would be directly destroyed by the town without any chance.

No western gods understand better than him how terrifying the countless five founding generals are, even the strong ones of the ten thousand realms, the humble remnants of the six kingdoms—the five-color luan, the great sea barbarians of the ten thousand realms, and the barbarians in the navy, he was also caught by him once or twice the arrow shoots to destroy.

"My gods, I'm so pitiful!" the general and the founder of the country roared sadly, as fierce as him, with tears in his eyes.

"boom"

He kicked over, and stepped the Western Rome hat to the east to the other side of the ocean, and to Europe in the west! His body was dripping with blood, he screamed, his expression was extremely painful, and half of his body almost rotted.

This is the result of countless Wu Founding generals not wanting to take his life immediately, otherwise the shocking light of the first Ten Thousand Realms would be enough to suck him into blood.

"Let's continue." Countless five founding generals calmed down and asked a group of general brothers to tell about the past, feeling extremely sad and indignant.

Xiomali's heart suddenly became cold. This is an illusory world where the devil is weak. The nations are using him to calm their minds. It's terrible. It's worse than dying immediately.

If he was the uncle of the other party, it would be fine, maybe he still has old love to remember, and left a remnant of his life, but he is not that kind of Western gods at all, and he is destined to have no good results.

Countless Five Founding Generals listened, their hearts were bleeding, their chests heaved violently, and they felt sorry for Sol. He wished he could smash the sky and return to that multi-epoch era. rewrite everything.

In the end, he heard that after the return of the Western Roman Mausoleum, a barbarian from outside the Martial Territory, who had previously ruled the supremely powerful and shining Great Myriad Realm, "Light of Light Spear Chariot" crucified the poisonous woman. This made him feel a little bit annoyed Do your best.

In the end, the husband and wife of Roman Ziling of the West fought against the masters of the clan, and were finally forced to leave their hometowns, holding the little god who had lost his godhead and was so weak that he was about to die. The whereabouts of His Majesty's needs are unknown.

Countless five founding generals rolled down their tears. A good family of western gods was dismantled in this way, and his life and death were unknown, and his whereabouts were unknown, and he was mad with hatred.

At this moment, in this illusory world where the devil was weak at the beginning, the kingdoms were extremely powerful, and the warship roared loudly. After knowing the cause and effect, he couldn't help it anymore, like a wounded wild horse, howling and crying In the Great Myriad Realm, the iron cavalry rolled over the river and the sea. Man Zun's incomparably powerful hair danced wildly.

...asking for flowers: 0

He went crazy, at this moment, no one can stop him, like a barbarian outside the Demon Realm who is about to conquer the whole world from an iron cavalry from the myriad realms, who is breaking free from the shackles in the prison, walking towards the distance step by step, every step falls, All the iron cavalry of Myriad Realms, about to conquer the whole world, will collapse, and the cracks will be very wide and spread far away.

Nothing can stop him, buildings and so on lie in front of his feet. It must explode and turn into powder.

...0...

Countless generals of the Five Founding Kingdoms have gone crazy, and they are actually crying. He is such a weak and illusory world, like a Western god from all over the world. How could she cry? Never in the past, but the weak and illusory world, the things that His Majesty's Emperors need, couldn't help it.

Such a small child, originally an exceptionally powerful, warship-born Yingzheng, was poached by the western gods, and his blood was dragged and grafted into the body of another very thoughtful child. How cruel and tragic for the former.

"Our poor gods, the founder of the country will seek justice for the rest of us, let's see who can stop us!" Countless five founders of the country shook this roar in all directions, and spread it outside. It is not aimed at the gods of China and the West, this is to inform the powerful illusory world that all countries and tribes are back ten!.