Shrouding the Heavens

"Ah ... Long Gu Wang shouted, as the ancestor of a family, in the ancient ages. There were few rivals in the world, but he was knocked down by a turtle and he was almost crazy.

Heiwu lay prone on the head of the barbarian, quite calm, tilting her neck and slowly opening her mouth, saying, "It's useless to call your throat broken."

The dragon ancestor trembles, his eyes are as chilly, cold, and cold as the two sharp knives, standing up and pushing forward step by step, the gods are like the sea, the horses are like rainbows, and they are interwoven into a trajectory.

All the light hit the tortoise shell, and all kinds of gods were hacked on the black texture interwoven black armor, all silently annihilated.

"Snapped"

Moreover, at this moment, the black turtle found a large paw, which can be as big as a dustpan, directly slap the Long Gu king, and fell to the ground again.

"Cracking ..."

The ancestral king's bones exploded, and he didn't know how many pieces it had split into. His whole body was covered in blood, and he almost disintegrated. He escaped into a blazing light and stood hundreds of feet away.

Long Zuwang's face was very green, how ugly and ugly it was, he was still looking down on everyone, but now he was almost smashed by a turtle, which made him feel so sorry.

"Remember who I am?" The black turtle landed slowly on the head of the barbarian and shook a small paw. "Xuanwu, I am a great Xuanwu."

"Ah ..." Long Zuwang was almost crazy. He thought it was a humiliation. The two horns of the dragon shone and shone brilliantly, showing a tremendous light, and wanted to cut through this sky dome, accompanied by the roar of the Rumble Avenue.

"boom"

Suddenly, the breath of the ancient emperor permeated, and the sonic wave of the road was deafening!

There was another stream of green air over the vast sky, each of which was as thick as a mountain, grand and heavy like a hanging Tianhe River.

In the endless and distant sky, there is an independent small world in the trance. Chaos is tumbling, the earth fire and the wind are rotating, and there is a green tower looming in it.

This is an overwhelming atmosphere. The righteousness and grandness have no aggressive power, but there is a kind of sacred and solemn that cannot be violated.

Not to mention that ordinary monks are the Dragon King and the Black Turtle are stiff, and they do n’t dare to act a bit, even if they feel that they will be destroyed if they are arrogant.

Xihuang Tower!

That is, the Golden Pagoda of the Fairy Tears, which was forged by the Queen Mother of the West, was immortal after an immeasurable amount of time, inherited to this day, and can kill everything in the world.

"Yaochi General Assembly has rules, no one can seek a provocative battle here, but also hope that the ancestors of the hidden Longchuan will obey." The voice of the Queen Mother of Yaochi came from the sky.

Ji Dao imperial soldier itself is an invincible existence. It is an alternative continuation of the life of the ancient emperor. Who dares to resist by trial and error? Once the imperial soldiers recovered, the ancestors rushed to drink hatred!

However, the process of recovery is a bit slow, it is difficult for the imperial soldiers to control, and it takes a long time for many powerful forces to urge it, and it will always be absorbed by the elite.

Otherwise, an imperial soldier is in hand, it can be said that anyone in the world can match me?

Except for the ancient Great Emperor himself, no one can really completely urge the Emperor soldiers to be saints. Even if they can run, they will be quite difficult.

Of course, in the respective mountain gates, there must be a pattern under the ancient emperor's own cloth, which can speed up the recovery of the Ji Dao imperial soldiers without consuming too much energy, so the green pagoda of Xian Tears is now manifested.

The words of the Queen Mother of the West are only for the ancient Dragon King, and even the green pillar of air just falls above his head, letting him feel the martial arts. The Zhou Clan will kill the God Seal of the Throne in the night and ask the Devil Ao Ninth Heaven to abandon the youngest. The throne of the Indian throne begged to be the strongest and the strongest to abandon the royal family of the young and big Zhou was under great pressure, and there was even a trace of fear.

In the pure land of Yaochi, the Xihuang Pagoda trumps everything in the world, but the saints are not free when they enter this place.

Seeing no air column hanging above its head, the black turtle was quite satisfied, and then stretched out a small claw to tick the ancient dragon king, saying, "Come over if you are not convinced, and engrave Xuanwu on your face. "

Long Guwang sprayed white smoke in his nostrils. Not long ago, he was energetic and pointed at the world, looking down on all beings, and all that kind of gestures were gone.

"Some kind of go out with me!"

"Just wait for your sentence, go, the great Xuanwu will engrave a piece of history, write a grand epic on your face!" Hei Gui said.

"it is good!"

Duan De, Li Tian, ​​and Li Heishui secretly applauded, fearing that they would not be chaotic.

Many human race monks also smiled, thinking that this turtle is too temperamental, so this action actually counts the ancestral ancestor king stomped on the ground from the sky.

No one stopped, in fact, no one could stop, Long Gu Wang did not want to stay for a moment, rushed out first.

The black turtle landed on the ground, turned into a person tall, stood upright, like a weird man carrying a black pot, with his hind legs on the ground, his two front paws cared, walked outward, and swallowed slowly, not much stronger than a snail.

The ancient king standing outside the Yaochi waited for a quarter of an hour. His eyes were breathing fire, and his head was almost white before he saw the turtle king and eggs slowly pacing.

There is no superfluous words, Long Gu Wang directly exhibited the strongest magic, the round of the ring behind his head was dazzling, pressing the sun in the sky.

The aura enlarges and turns into a round disc, gorgeous and dazzling, devouring the spirit spirits of all beings, plundering the vitality of the world, and casting into an immortal treasure wheel.

"when……"

The sound of melodious sounds everywhere, and the **** behind him is more dazzling, setting him like a deity, crystal clear.

"boom"

Finally, Bao Lunguang, roared, seemed to be a reincarnation disk, shining towards the black turtle, the power of reincarnation hit.

"Heavenly cycle!"

Long Zuwang shouted, quite domineering, one step took ten Fang Tianyu trembling, Bao wheel pressed, so that the sky outside the Yaochi are almost back to chaos.

"Don't you dare to be more domineering with the great Xuanwu, see me break you!" The black turtle's body retracted into the turtle's shell again, allowing you to use thousands of gods, all kinds of spells, all useless.

Various laws turned into blazing light, all of which fell on the black tortoiseshell, and there was a mysterious and ancient pattern flashing on it, dissolving the endless magic, and difficult to break through.

In the distance, people are amazed. I'm afraid that few people in the world have a defensive ability that is more perverted than him.

"What is the origin of this Xuanwu?" Ye Fan whispered in front of the barbarian king. He only knew that he was the patron saint of barbarians, but he didn't expect to be so powerful.

"Who raised it, I think, it should be my grandpa's grandpa ..." The barbarian said a large series of grandpa's grandpa behind him, and even he could hardly tell that the turtle has lived for thousands of years, conservative estimate Also over six thousand years old.

On weekdays, this turtle doesn't care much about anyone, but occasionally says a few words to the barbarian king. I didn't expect to see so many words of an ancestor king today.

"You die to me!" Long Guwang shouted, the round disc behind his head was even more dazzling, blazing like a sun, sinking down, suppressing Xuanwu. The mountains shattered under his roar, and even the clouds hundreds of miles away were shaken, swallowing the mountains and rivers.

"You can't be more domineering than me, then see who is better!" The Black Turtle was not afraid, and drank the same.

It protruded its head from the turtle shell, and turned a pair of black old fists, which directly collapsed the world and roared: ... Overlord fist! "

It can be said that its movement is very funny, and its name is not very well. How to listen is all Wang Bashen boxing, but it is really strong.

The black fist, the first fist directly blasted the round disc and broke it, the second fist directly broke the two arms of Long Guwang, and the third fist smashed his chest.

Long Guwang was broken up, and then turned into a ray of light that appeared in the distance, reorganized the body, and his face was blue, and it was difficult to see the extreme.

"Wang Ba Quan ... I * was defeated by Wang Ba Quan!"

"No long memory, this is the Overlord Divine Fist created by the great Xuanwu. Today I want you to remember it forever!"

The black turtle rushed upright, and the two old black fists moved like two big grinding discs, and there was a breeze. The mountains next to them were all like paper paste. They all rose up and flew towards the ground. distance.

People were horrified that there were various gods scattered on those two black fists. No wonder they could smash all the secret techniques of the ancient king, and the power of heaven was circulating.

"boom"

The two saints fought together again and had to say that the black turtle was a mess, and two old fists smashed the vacuum, destroying all obstacles.

It punched a hundred and eight punches in one breath. Although most of them were resolved by the desperate Long Guwang, there were still a lot of punches falling on him.

"Remember, this is Wang Ba Shen Quan!"

Long Guwang's body is disintegrating, whether it is on flesh or broken bones, there is an indelible black mark.

Especially on his face, there are more than a dozen lines, all black, like a little turtle, which is left by the fist print.

When they separated again, the Dragon King was going crazy, not only defeated, but also imprinted with shame, the black light flickered and could not be erased at all.

Everyone almost laughed, even the Taiko tribes were no exception. They were frightened by the ancient king Shenwei, and they were holding back the laughter.

Long Guwang had bruises all over his body, especially his face, which was marked by dozens of small turtles and could not be removed.

"Remember, Lao Tzu is Xuanwu, dare to remember it wrong, and engrave your primordial spirit!" Black Turtle said solemnly, with a serious face, but it made people want to laugh.

Long Gu Wang is really crazy, is there anything more shameful than this? Earlier, the use of force, humiliation, and no one dared to speak out.

But at this time, he was hit by a king of eight, and the turtle marks were carved on his body and face, and it was written with force, which could not be wiped out. He yelled in the sky and kept roaring.

"Your black bird ... Wang Ba Quan!" King Long Gu gritted his teeth.

"I'm telling you very seriously, the great Xuanwu is angry, and you will use the king's fist to blow you into scum!" The black turtle's face was serious, and then the old fist was rushed up.

The God of Dao is shining, the mana is like the sea, the earth fire and the wind and water are rotating, the two men fight to the sky and the earth is cracking, and the Dragon King is blown away by a pair of black turtle punches.

In the end, he yelled out of fear, and he was anxiously corrupted, and then ... turned around ... and ran away with his head ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ began to escape every day.

At this moment, he ignored everything, face and majesty were all false, and it was most important to survive.

At this moment, he was really scared of the turtle, and he panicked, turned into a cloud, into a wind, into lightning, and escaped all the way.

"Remember, Lao Tzu is a great basalt!" The tortoise chased and killed in the back, not wanting to let him go.

This is obviously a huge event, and the consequences are very serious. After all, it is the pursuit of an archaic ancestor, but people laugh, and it is difficult to feel that sense of urgency.

The same is true of all the ancient tribes, but they ca n’t laugh if they want to laugh. It's crazy. A turtle in the human race is a saint. Will he chase a powerful ancient king's hooded rat and let all races live?

In the end, all the monks of the human race laughed and felt very popular. This ancient king who despised the human race and wanted to kill the saint should be hunted down by a "great basalt".

[... Chapter 815 The Turtle is also the fastest to update the crazy text ...] a! !