Pirate’s Infinite Wings

"You can't kill any of them." Ray Mo Gusheng shuddered subconsciously, and then he opened his mouth angrily.

Because, the world emperor Kong Jia described this painting, even with his power, it is horrifying.

At this moment, without words, all the ancient devil saints will be shot together, and the gods will fly forward, refine and transform the people's absolute saint, and turn him into fly ash.

At this time, the battle platform in the center was chaotic, and a sacred imprint hovered in the void like a golden lightning. This was the refinement of the world emperor Kong's family, which meant ferocity.

The Taoist priests gathered together at this moment, like a huge firework, but it was only for a moment, but it bloomed a sad scene full of tears.

While the Confucian Emperor in the world is waving his hand now, a trace of the road is also unfolding at this time, because the other party has urged the road to be depressed, and he must face it with his own understanding.

This is a strange picture, a ray of traces spread all over the palm of the world emperor Kong's family, surrounded by his body, making the snow in his white clothes spread like crystal flowers and rain at this moment, the world, world. It can be said that there are no fireworks.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, and the red blood stained his white lapel, which was shocking. But even so, the traces of his grasp were quickly wiped out, as if to kill the sky and tear open the cage of this small world.

At the top of the line, the ancient Thor suddenly took a step back.

He glared, his face was full of reluctance, at this moment his blood was stained red, and then he went to heaven, his face showed an indescribable color.

"If you want to kill me, you always have to pay the price."

A trace of blood spattered from the mouth of the Kong family, the emperor of the world. Obviously, the sage who killed Reims immediately had to pay the price, but he seemed not aware of the general, and still smiled indifferently.

The world was very quiet at that time, and under such circumstances, he shocked the crowd by killing one of the three ancient saints, Lei Ting's ancient saint.

You know, the ancient holy thunder, like the ancient holy tundra, is a powerful sage in existence. But unexpectedly, after World War I, it fell again and again, which is an immeasurable loss to the demon. You know, that's the foundation of their rise in this life.

A ferocious voice sounded, and a generation of ancient saints fell. There was no suspense in such a thing, and it seemed to be taken for granted, speechless.

This ancient "feathered spiritual saint" couldn't help but take a few steps back at this moment, it was hard to see the extreme, the two great men who were on the same level as her fell down, he couldn't imagine.

And the other miraculous ancient saints are all cold at the moment, how miraculous is this deadly feeling? If you want to kill these ordinary ancient saints, you can say that you can do whatever you want. Such a scene made these ordinary miraculous ancient saints tremble in their hearts. Did they really pay the price of their lives for killing the saints of this nation?

The world emperor Kong Jia never stood still, coughed up a mouthful of blood lightly, but his face was still calm, obviously, if he wanted to, it would not be too difficult to kill the feathered spirit of the ancient sage.

"Are you going to kill me before I fall?"

The ancient and sacred voice of the Feather Elf is cold and ugly. She could clearly feel that she was locked up.

"It seems that my previous estimation was wrong. After killing you, I should be able to bring more than ten wizards to bury with me." ..