Prehistoric life

Thousands of magic shadow puppets that are gathered in the thousands of magic shadows instantly rushed into the thousands of congenital bodies, and Ao Wuming, who was close at hand, was the first to be the first. In the face of Luo Yan, who faced the Immortal King realm, he couldn't resist it at all.

Wan Mo enters the body, and the magic is pouring in instantly.

With a gas machine traction, it is like a long line that holds all the innate bodies in Luo Yan, as if, he seems to be putting thousands of kites at the same time.

The three thousand magic heads were raging in the Qiankun Ding, the true dragon legion, the Phoenix Legion, the Jun Army, the Zifeng Army, and the monks from all other ethnic groups were killed by blockbusters, and there were countless deaths and injuries.

This is equivalent to the three thousand top fairy kings. Except for Zulong, a few can resist one or two in front of them. Others are not at the same level of strength at all.

However, for a moment, this is known as the depths of the Ding Ding, which can be covered with the Qiankun. The flesh and blood of the ocean is like the sea. With the splashing of the inflammation, the essence of the flesh and blood is refined as all.

Luo Yan took a shot, and the magic gel, as if a passage was generally linked to him.

Then I saw flesh like a tide to pour into Luo Yan from the channel, and then entered the thousands of congenital bodies along the thousands of air.

This is the energy of the essence of hundreds of millions of monks. After being refined by Qiankun Ding, there is also refining the demon pot. This energy becomes like the essence of the universe at the beginning of heaven and earth.

The vast energy flooded into the congenital bodies, and everyone's breath immediately saw the speed increase.

Taiyi Jinxian, Asian Sheng, then stopped before entering the fairy king. This rare Grand Qiang who was rare in the flood and deserted, at this moment in this Qiankun Ding. It was tens of thousands of tens of thousands.

Between the Suban, the thousands of fairy kings can be created. This kind of magic merit is really unimaginable.

Ao Wuming was extremely shocked, even though his strength increased. However, he couldn't move at all, because of the magic light gas machine, he seemed to be a puppet in Luo Yan, and he couldn't resist.

At the same time, there is a feeling that I ca n’t say. At this moment, it seems that it is not a monk, but the fruit that is knotted on the tree. Because the energy of those energy is mature, it can be picked at any time.

"Refined these thousands of patterns. It should be able to get a higher with Dao Yanjian!"

Luo Yan said as if he was talking to himself, at the same time, the purple light flashed in his eyes, and a strange fluctuation followed the thousands of air machines into the congenital body.

Then I heard a shocking loud noise. Thousands of congenital bodies burst at the same time, and even Ao Anonymous was no exception.

Vaguely, there was a burst of patterns in the flesh and blood, which flashed, and my mystery was extremely different.

I took a sip of air -conditioning. Luo Yan's strength was too scary, and these magic skills were incredible, and I never heard it. In the face of such a kill, it is difficult for the father and king to be spared, and it is even more impossible.

Before I had time to think about further, I suddenly felt that the neck was cold. Looking down, I found that the body was getting farther and farther away from myself. The world in the eyes became more and more blurred.

At the last moment of the conscious disappearance, a thought suddenly flashed in the brain: Is this the feeling of being cut off?

He won countless people's heads. At this moment, he realized the feeling when those people died in their hands.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, and the head of the head was broken, such as urging the flowers, and remitted into the fleshy ocean.

"Master, it's me, it's me!" The ancestor of the Moon Demon shouted loudly. He was hanging the name of Master Luo Yan. At this moment, he also became the target of the demon head. Not only him, the whole demons were so.

Luo Yan shook his head slightly: "I'm sorry, I need to refine the strongest magic knife in the world, and the flesh and blood of all ethnic groups, including the demons. Today, the people in the tripod can not let it go."

As soon as the words fell, only listening to a roar, a devil flew over, the moon demon ancestor was immediately bitten into a powder, a little bit of sprinkler.

"Ah! I'm fighting with you!" The dragon mother yelled, the corner of her eyes cracked, and the blood of blood flowed down. She watched the seven sons dying in front of her eyes, and the calm mother could not maintain her ordinary mentality.

"If you can be the desperate person of my opponent, you will make me jealous. There is no strength to desperate, but it is just a quick death! The wicked person must be grinded by the wicked, and Chen Pan is not thorough enough, so I let you go.

Never give you any chance. "

Luo Yan smiled softly, waved the five -color long knife high, and then cut off quickly. The magic gas condensed and turned into a thorough magic knife to cut off the dragon mother and the 餮.

A knife at will, there is a sense of standing, as if cut off the whole world.

"ah!"

Zulong yelled, broke the pinch of the three magic heads, and rushed to the dragon mother in an instant. The huge impulse hit the puppet and the dragon mother together, and then condensed the light of the twenty -four world into the Battle Boxing.

The Da Sky Demon Knife greeted it.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise, the light of the world collapsed, and the magic was rushing to the sky.

Zulong's mouth coughing blood, and he stepped back. He was the same as the fairy king.

Luo Yan's eyes were slightly aimed at: "The power of the world is really troublesome."

Immediately, the Kunlun mirror immediately took a few Xuanguang, and the twenty -four Dinghai Dragon Balls circled around the Zulong's body were covered.

When the light dissipates, the twenty -four Dinghai Dragon Ball is a moment without trace, and I don't know where to go.

"Father!" The king of Zi Feng shouted loudly, hoping to wake up Shi Feng. At this moment, he was not only attacked by Shi Feng, but also several magic heads to attack. The situation was at stake.

However, Luo Luo's magic merit was horrible, and even the Wuyuexian could not avoid being controlled by him because of his heart. Shi Feng was not as good as him. Ask him to shout loudly, Shi Feng did not have a signs of waking up in half.

"Luo Yan!"

There was a shouting from a far away, and it was Zhou Cheng's voice. Footing the rainbow, flying from the flood and wasteland, before it was eight days, I had already felt the terrible scene here.

It is hard to imagine that I thought it was just the decisive battle with Luo Yan, but things became like this.

Others do not say that Shi Feng and King Zi Feng are Gu Xizheng's relatives, and Zhou Cheng naturally wants to save them.

"It's a bit early!" Luo Yan frowned slightly and made a loud order: "Go to stop him!"

Immediately, the scarred man appeared on the edge of Qiankun Ding, and there was a bloody unicorn in his hand. He threw the blood Kirin to Qiankun Ding, and the scarred man rushed to Zhou Cheng.

"Three people who have been fighting for a lifetime die together, it can be regarded as a fate!"

Luo Yan smiled slightly: "It's the end!"

As soon as the words fell, the five -colored long knife was held tightly with both hands, and a drink: "Thousands of magic robberies!"

For a while, it was so strong that the magic light sword was strong, like a storm and rain, and it was densely covered with the entire Qiankun Ding.

The ancestral dragon, the seriously injured ancestral dragon, the crazy Shi Feng, and the self -care purple king, just a slight resistance, was cut into fragments by the magic light sword, and then burst into powder.

Middle. (To be continued ..)