Plundering the Heavens

The proud bones are not folded, the sky is endless!

With the man who had long since surrendered, he shouted this sentence, and then rushed to the protoss who were closest to him. In the surrounding void, the fallen monks also boiled. Less Situ and Lv Fengxian’s fierce battle, it was like a red iron that burned their hearts, so that they had already despaired the general heart, raised the fire, and then finally With the appearance of this sentence, I completely ignited their dying heart...

These creatures who call themselves "God" are not so strong. Didn't there be a big man who had fallen?

The monk of Tianyuan was not so weak. The three men were besieged by the protoss for a long time, and they were let go and killed without fear!

All kinds of thoughts are intertwined, and they give them a little "boom!"

Tianyuan monks gathered in the Kuaijishan area to watch the battle. There were a lot of facts. The monks and the monks were afraid of tens of thousands. Then they were attacked by the Protoss. When a robbery swept away, two-thirds of them were extinct, but there is still no left. Less, and with the progeny of the Protoss, a large number of people were massacred, but some of them survived. Most of them were in the face of the threat of life, they chose to give in, they were willing to be slaves, they were not killed, but A batch, was taken care of, kneeling on the ground, waiting for the will of the Protoss to come...

These people, a lot, nearly a thousand!

These people belong to the power that has been surrendered, but at this time, they are blown up again.

They did not care about life and death, jumped up again, fiercely and fiercely, and rushed toward the protoss.

Moreover, at this time, they are no longer fighting each other as they were just now, but they have the backbone of the heart, and they are desperate to rush in the direction of the party and others, which leads to the insurmountable encirclement. There was a hint of scattered, the battlefield that had already died down, and the fires everywhere, and the situation that had been under the control of the protoss, was once again messed up.

"Today, I am waiting to fight side by side, and I will be with you!"

Some people whispered and rushed out, guarded the side of the party and other three people, and it was a person who was rescued by Fang Fang not long ago. At this time, he did not escape, but rushed over and rescued them. Originally, I decided to rely on myself to attract the attention of the protoss, so that they can escape. At this time, they gave up this choice, and they rushed to the side of the party, ready to let go. Among them, the leader of the white fluttering, it is the long princess...

"Smelly girl, what are you doing?"

When I saw this group of people, the party was only angry and shouted.

The princess is only sighing and sighing: "How can the world be chosen? But it is a battle with you!"

"So disobedient, you wait for me, finish this one and immediately take you off!"

The party is discouraged, but there is no way, only the hateful roar.

"If you have a wife, what do you want?"

Fu Yang Gong Situ sighed a low voice, full of appreciation attitude.

"That is my wife, what are you looking at?"

The party sipped and slapped it, but it was smothered by the little Situ.

"They are looking for death, they are all clear!"

There are protoss creatures looking at all of the following, screaming in a low voice, ready to put down the shelf, and personally kill.

"You can't kill it, it's still a big use, or you should focus on the downswing!"

Others disagreed and advocated a fall.

"After all, it’s the descendants of the celestial beings, the pride of the heart is still there, and the heart of their hearts is!"

Some people said lowly, and their eyes looked directly at the center of the entire battlefield.

His goal is very clear, and he has been recognized by most of the protoss, and the three people are the core of this chaos. As long as the three are killed, the war of the monks who have just risen will surely If you pour cold water, turn it off...

"The three people are not immortal, but they are not ordinary children. But let's take a shot!"

Someone raised the discussion, and then stood up, the body is arrogant, and has been much higher than the flashlight generation.

"Oh, if we take it, it is not a good thing. The children look at it and they will be afraid of the Terran!"

However, another person opened his mouth faintly. This seems to have been said to the hearts of the people, and has been silent.

"Is it hard to achieve this?"

"No, let them go!"

Some people sneered, pointing in one direction, but there were also a group of monks. Some of them were quite extraordinary. In this cloud, they seemed to be out of place, and they seemed to be born one by one. They are sulking and solemn, and their eyes are only looking at the battlefield below, but no one has taken a look at it. It seems that even if they say something, they are afraid to provoke any suspicion. These people are divided into ten. The second pull is precisely the small fairy circles that have been returned before.

"This group of slaves has made a lot of merits. If you can't, we have to help them!"

This premise is the protoss of the protoss: "The King of the Kings gave their own sons to them, and sneaked into the human world for internal response. The life of the flash electronic is naturally tied to them, even today, The merits are complete, they really do have a good protection of flash electronics, but who would have thought that this flash has unexpectedly fallen in this war? Oh, although they have completed the task, but after all, they have not personally Flashing electrons are returned to the hands of the King of God, will the old **** king let them go? Now he goes to compete with the saints of the Terran, and when they return, fear that these slaves will die?"

His voice is not small, it seems to be deliberately let the Xiaoxianjie masters hear it.

And those people have heard this, and sure enough, many people have a shock, and their eyes are full of fear.

"So, give them a way to live!"

The talking protoss creatures laughed: "Let them take the three people down. It’s also a bit of a confession to the king of the gods. They are written on the merit book. If the king of the gods wants to vent their anger in the future, it will not be A live mouth is not left..."

The other protoss creatures understood his meaning and laughed.

"The original game was for the Nine Kings, and this is a rebellion!"

Not waiting for them to take the initiative to issue orders, among the small fairy, there have been several old people personally came forward and asked for help.

"Go!"

The nine princes who were tall and high nodded and waved their hands.

The gods and the gods looked at each other and laughed, but all the little fairy masters were full of complexion and rushed down from the nine days. In the process of coming, they also released their true murderousness. A gas machine rushed into the sky, swaying the void, invisible atmosphere, and the whole battlefield was quiet at this time. No matter whether it was a human monk or a protoss, it was one of the nine old repairs, and it was revealed that it was repaired. It’s all about the realm of robbing, not losing to the ancestors of the ancient family!

How horrible is it that the ancestors of the nine robbing sorrows are coming?

"There is a rescuer..."

"The old ancestors came to save us..."

The manned monks have been excited and excited at this time, and they are greatly excited.

But soon, the words from the air made them unable to say a word, and the expression on the face froze.

"God is coming to the world, to be a slave, and to be unyielding!"

This sentence shows the attitude that makes the repairs of the heart desperate and recognizes the reality.

These are not Tianyuan’s predecessors to save people, but the human race monks in Xiaoxianjie. They have long relied on the protoss, and they can discover it. Maybe the descendants of this group of protoss are all Come here...

"Rebellious! Tianyuan rebellious!"

"Introducing foreign enemies into Tianyuan, you are a sinner of the ages..."

The Terran monks who figured out this point, I do not know how many, crazy screaming, swearing in the air nine repairs.

"Tell the nonsense to die!"

One of the young scholars, who was furious and screamed, smashed a group of Terran monks under the big scorpion into a meat sauce, while other people also looked very unsightly, not to mention, directly swooping. Next, the square, the little Situ, and the Lu Fengxian, who are heading toward the center of the battlefield, rushed over. Under the violent violent road, they did not know how many monks were flying around them, leaving only three of them, lonely. Standing in the same place, like the lamb to be slaughtered above the slaughter, it seems that the next second is the end of the meat sauce...

"Kill these three people, this battle is over!"

Someone raised his thoughts in his heart, and then closed his eyes with regret.

The last hope of Tianyuan will be buried in his own hands!

"Tianyuan is rebellious, and sin is not tolerated..."

Suddenly, in the void, the nine little fairy kings took the shot, and the three people seemed to have no hope of escape. In the void, they screamed loudly, and there was a white whisker. The old man in the robes rushed over and drove the purple light to turn this piece of emptiness into an endless cage. The rumbling rushed toward the nine worlds. At the same time, he pointed to the sword.狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 虚 虚 虚 , , 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠 狠狠

Ferry!

He is also a robbery monk, but he seems to be clearly not the same as the Lord of the Little Immortals.

His violent shot, forcing the nine young fairy kings to look at it, the whole **** defense, did not continue to shoot!

Yuan Laoshen!

The appearance of the old man made all the repairs a surprise, and then the heart was ecstatic.

In the end, there is still a master of Tianyuandu robbery coming to the rescue, it turned out to be the ancestors of Yuanjia, Yuan Sanqing Yuan Laoxian!

Even Fang Xing and Shao Situ and others have not expected that at this moment, it is actually the appearance of Yuan Laoxian who stopped the chasing enemy and saved their lives. Otherwise, facing the full-scale attack of the nine-size fairyland leader, How can the three of them still have a life?

"Yuan Sanqing, you are still in the world!"

One of the small fairy kings shouted loudly, and also used the magical powers to rush to the white-bearers.

"The old man is hard to get through the next thunder, and he wants to close his death, but he didn't expect to have this robbery..."

Yuan Laoxian replied in a low voice, and then smashed the law, and in the void, he stunned several horrible gods and thunders. Facing his violent magical powers, the nine little fairy kings did not dare to despise, while avoiding He summoned the gods and thunders, and a few people rushed to deal with him. For the first few people, they each sacrificed a magic weapon. They sipped in the mouth: "Then you should hide and linger..."

"Oh, it’s such a cruelty, what is the use of hiding?"

Yuan Laoshen’s hand is not stopping, but his mouth is laughing: “Still do something useful!”

In the voice of the voice, he was shaped like a power, and rushed to the sky above the line and other people, to control the three major immortals, to an enemy nine.

"First join forces to marry him, then pick up the three juniors!"

In the nine small fairy kings, some people are arrogant, and the shots are mad. The nine masters have come to the old gods.

Yuan Laoxian seems to have excused an old life, knowing that it is difficult to enemies, but there is no meaning of retreating in half, but it is getting more and more mad.

It seems that he has gradually lost his support, and the fall is only a matter of time.

It’s really hard to understand that there is no impact on the overall situation.

Invisible, but there have been many things changed by him.

"Old stubborn..."

In the far south, there is an old Confucian scholar who stands at the door of the robbing fairy tales and looks at it quietly. This is when the war is fierce, when the party and others are in jeopardy, the old Confucian students are not Any meaning of the shot, you can see Yuan Laoxian at this time, but he sighed low and slowly stood up, his hands behind him, slowly moving forward, and his body gradually vacated.

"Sure enough, it will always only make the right choices, but sometimes it is annoying, but some people hate it..."

In a void, Bai Qianzhang also appeared, sighing in a low voice, and then slowly came out.

"Less Situ..."

The Elders and the Elders of the Shakespeare, and each of them took a group of people and rushed out of the chaotic battlefield.

After such a war, they finally found the place where Fang Xing and others were.

More importantly, in the midst of the battle, a cold and secluded voice sounded up: "The proud bones are not folded, the heavens are not extinguished..."

The place where the sound is sounded is the center of the battlefield. The person who was led by the protoss of the protoss was placed on the ground, and the first seat of the Lingshan Temple. After discovering the change, it was rushed against the thunderstorm for nine days. In the presence of the protoss, they were pressed by the powerful existence, suppressed on the ground, and life and death did not know, but how, but gradually there was a trace of knowledge, but it has been transformed from the kind of sad thoughts. A horrible demon in the **** sea, screaming, screaming in the wild...

"How about the devil?"

"How about the Buddha?"

"What's the point of thinking about the birth and death of the ethnic group?"

In this thought that did not say anything, but let everyone or the protoss of the gods feel the real feelings, a kind of demon is ascended from the place where the first of the Lingshan Temple was suppressed, and then, a kind The powerful and boundless magic has also risen up, even affecting the sky above, causing a cloud of magic in the air, one piece, all containing horrible killings... (to be continued.)