Shrouding the Heavens

Wanshan towered and the peaks were towering. In the middle of the night, the Valley of the Gods was glorious and blazing hot, like the furnace of the ancient heavens burning.

At this time, Tanai shouted to kill Zhen Tian, ​​and there were swords and swords everywhere. This was a tragic song intertwined with blood and life. Many people killed crazy monsters.

Who would have thought that the Taikoo royal family would be attacked? It was always they who ruled the world [Zhitian], killed all directions, and looked down at the earth.

Now, in this cold night moon, such a group of deaths descended from the sky and killed their territory, exceeding the estimate.

"Poo"

Bloody, this is a blood-stained picture, Ye Fan's hand waved with war Ge, blood spattered suddenly, an ancient creature was cut off by the waist, and flew out a dozen meters away, and the dead body fell a large piece.

Has no words, no entangled truths at all, and some are just life and death fights, using blood and bones to perform a passionate war song.

"Ah" "The fifth-generation source heaven master is like a demon, roaring in the sky, and now he has been mad, and his body is **** and full of hair, like the same immortal red ape, the ancestor of the bird.

Under its feet, countless source patterns appeared, flashing a terrifying brilliance, circling it and spreading in all directions, many ancient creatures shattered.

At this moment, the immortal land of Gods of the Valley of Gods became his source of power, and all kinds of dragon qi and power came into the sea like Baichuan and gathered to him.

"Boom!"

One punch!

Is full of red hair, dancing wildly, opening and closing, and attacking this ancient ancestral king, it is not like a source of heavenly master, but like a warrior.

The torn arm of this archaic ancestor has long been regenerated, dozens of pairs of wings behind him are displayed, and the endless black magic air is skyward, roaring and rushing forward.

This is a sage-level showdown, and there are avenue traces bursting between their fists, becoming a blazing Dao light, with various wonderful sounds.

Every blow they made was at the beginning of the road that evolved the Tao, the origin of the law, and the secret that contained the sky, became a terrifying battle of the Tao.

"啵"

Is like a heavenly sword chopping decayed wood, hands are printed together, a brilliant rainbow bursts out, the net intertwined with the road marks is cut, and it rushes to the front.

Close-up duel, the picture of blood splattered, the light of Dao flying from both hands together almost cut off the body of the ancestral king.

Although the archaic ancestor was injured, it was indeed very powerful. A pair of huge claws broke through the light of the road, thrusting into it fiercely, piercing Zhang Lin's shoulder, and almost tearing off his arms.

The rotting blood rushed out, emitting a strange light, and the horrible devil claws of the ancient arch ancestors were almost corroded and quickly retreated.

This is a confrontation between life and confrontation. It is a battle song of life. It uses blood and bone to interpret, use the body to fight, and the Tao to fight.

Can become the ancestor king of the Valley of the Spirits, since he will not be a docile generation, he is really mad.

He and Zhang Lin's duel is at a disadvantage, and it is difficult to accept. He does not believe that this is the no start seat. How can the human emperor live to the present?

"Zheng!"

A cold wind slammed, Ye Fan held the black Tiange again and killed him, standing down like a black lightning, breaking apart all barriers.

"啵"

The ancestral king spit out a flower with seven petals. The pieces are dazzling and beautiful, clear and bright, and resist the black war.

"Boom"

Ye Fan fought Ge Li split with his left hand, and his right fist was like a dragon head in the deep golden sea, breaking out of the sea, driving the monstrous golden blood and bombarding the head of this ancestral king.

"咚"

A dull sound came out, and the Valley of the Gods was shocked. If it hadn't had a congenital pattern, it would have collapsed.

This was a physical confrontation. The ancestral king's claws with flashing dimples ran out of blood, and then began to decay. First, the flesh was recorded, and then the bones cracked.

"Poo"

In the end, the hand of this ancestor did not block the golden blood like the sea, and exploded. The white broken bones and the bright red blood flew up, which was shocking.

His body was full of radiance, rumbling sky sounds, one piece after another markings, like an ancient **** is singing, deafening.

Ye Fan's retreat, his gods without saints are enlightened, and there is no mana of that series. This kind of ancient light and God is incomparable, and it is fatal to him.

"Poo"

He rushed to the other side again, swiping Tie Ge in his hand, who can block the saint-grade flesh? A sweep is just one piece, what magic weapon, what flying sword, what secret technique, do not use it at all, kill it!

The blood was dripping, the broken bones were flying, and the flesh and blood were splashing. This is a terrible picture.

At the same time, the fifth generation of Yuan Tianshi once again fought with this archaic ancestor king, occupying the upper hand, and killing a string of magic blood from time to time, staining the earth.

"what……

Is mad, life is not much, he will become a fly ash tomorrow, and will never exist.

"Boom"

The valley of Gods and the mountains in all directions are stained with dragon air. All the ancient sky patterns of Yuantian are present, as bright as the day, and the patterns are intertwined, covering Tianyu.

If he was aided by heaven, although he was covered with red hair and ugly face, but he exuded a breath of gods, and his whole body was brilliant.

"boom"

Six bans on immortals!

Has no divine origin and no stone skin. It evolved with both hands and combined this mystery into a misty light, sweeping it out.

All the rules of the Archaic ancestor King, the endless divine power was all blocked, and turned back, making him suffer backlash, and shouted to fly back.

"boom"

The fifth-generation Yuan Tianshi stepped forward, kicked the ball, and kicked it out. He nearly kicked the ancestral king apart, flying high, flowing blood, and breaking a dozen pieces of bone.  A cold night moon, on a lonely cliff in the distance, a white lady with a flute, the notes are as quiet as weeping, but sad and beautiful, she shed tears in her eyes, blowing a song of heaven, her heart is like a knife, her liver and intestines are broken

Yang Yi knew that this was the last time she saw her, and the last time she admired the graceful appearance of the world [Zhitian]. After this night, everything would become smoke at dawn, and she would never meet again.

She watched indifferently, the flute sounded faintly, cut through the cold night sky, and wandered around the entire battlefield, crying like a cry.

In a trance, she seemed to see the heroic man again ten thousand years ago. On the day he became Yuan Tianshi, all the holy places came to congratulate.

Golden city gambling, ancient mine wars, the restricted area is fixed, fighting alone with ten enemies, heroic and proud, as if entering no man's land.

In a flash, everything became empty, and a generation of strange people was ominous in their later years, and they would never be heroic again.

Now, he is ominous, half-devil, half-man, covered with red hair, but the arrogant blood is still there. He wants to do his last part to suppress the Valley of Gods and return the Qingren of the human race.

The last battle, he will die with the wind, this is the life of Yuan Tianshi!

Yang Yi's tears blurred his eyes, and the jade flute lay across his mouth, swallowing sadly, and echoed under the night sky, drifting far away.

Grows into a mad roar, **** hair flutters, although not as powerful as that of the British, and now only ugly, but still heroic.

The source of the **** of the heavens reached his hands, not only to find the source of calcite, but also to attack the holy type, fighting the ancestor king, with absolute wind pressure.

"Poo"

Valley is full of patterns, and each other shines together. He became an immortal **** in the center. He shot like an electric shock and hit the half of the body of the archaic ancestor, almost broken.

"Boom"

This archaic ancestral king roared, all the wings behind were shaking, and one ripple after another, the sound of the ear was shocking, like a thousand horses and horses galloping.

He hit a real fire and was kept suppressed. This was the first time in the years he had lived so long, and he started to fight back violently.

"boom"

Turned his hand, a stream of light spilled down between his fingers, he came like a god, his right hand fell, and the sky pattern of the source sky appeared.

If the archaic ancestor was struck by lightning, the dappled hand, like the right hand of the god, had a strange magical power, flapping him alive and cracking his body.

"Ah ..." He couldn't help but yelled, the **** wings shattered behind him, the feathers were stained with blood, and the sky was floating.

"Boom"

Suddenly, the earth collapsed, and another ancient king finally shot out, rushing out of the earth's veins, with the power of retrograde, a world storm evolved in his palm, chaos and thunder inside, breaking the earth and destroying everything.

He wanted to kill Yuan Tianshi, this is a more powerful ancestor, with immense mana, which made Ye Fan change color.

This is an elderly ancestor, with a rickety figure and purple hair, scattered with forty-nine pairs of **** wings behind him, and dozens of hundreds of **** rings.

His lean bone, but his spirit is vine oak, and his words are like bronze bells, saying: "You come from Zishan, you have no beginning seat?"

"Yes, there is no beginning seat, follow the rule of the emperor, kill the Valley of Gods today, and return a peace to the human race!" The words clank.

Then, he turned to Ye Fandao: "Time is precious, kill them."

Ye Fan nodded his head. In the hands of War Ge, there were gods of death everywhere. They were immortal. Under the emperor's subordinates, the flesh shells are scary and scary, destroying all the adversaries.

"For the first time since ancient times, some people have conquered the Valley of the Spirits, but you have come and gone, I see how you kill the Quartet!"

The old ancestor who appeared after shouted loudly, and Heavenly Dao Lun sounded one after another ancient characters from the **** wings of the nineteenth team, suppressing all directions.

"What can't be killed?" In response, his hands slowly moved, saying: "Today I will kill another ancient king in front of you!"

"what……,

Suddenly, the ancestor who had just been injured shouted. He was controlled like a puppet, and he ran across the sky uncontrollably.

He was all covered with Yuantian Divine Pattern, densely packed, and in a rapid crack, was already infused with a source of Qi by Yuan Tianshi in the battle of Fang Cai, and laid the source of Divine Pattern. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"what…"

He was yelling and struggling hard, but he was difficult to move, like being trapped in the void, another more terrifying ancestor shot, but he was not rescued.

Unfolded the supreme source technique, as if using a knife to dissolve the source stone, and gently stroked across the air. There was a blood spatter on the ancestor's body and was being disintegrated.

This is the unrivaled mystery of the source Dao. It has already planted the source Dao marks on the adversary during the battle. At this time, it is attracted, like a cut stone!

"what……

The last yell, the ancestral king's body broke apart.

Yi Fan followed up in one step, immersed in the fighting spirit of gold, and submerged the whole Valley of Gods, and punched the flying head with a punch.

On the distant cliffs, Yang Yiqing couldn't help herself, and the tears kept falling. Seeing the heroic spirit as in the past, her heart was like a sword, why was there only one night's life?

"I will never see you again ..." She mourned.

The flute sounded like a complaint, and then suddenly became louder again. He died in the battlefield and was buried in the sword light. This is the hero's home. Whenever it ended, she blew a war song and cried farewell.

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