Super God Plunder

Among the Qiying camp three hundred miles east of the capital of God, there was a slaying group.

God is the same at this moment.

Standing on the wall of God Capital, whether it is a soldier in the mortal realm or a great figure in the king realm, they all have a solemn face, and everything in front of them is really not optimistic!

Since the Ninth Stage days, many forces in the central world have had their upper limits.

Below this upper limit, the person who reaches the top represents the upper limit.

Therefore, the gods have formed formations with the surrounding acropolis, but in front of King Chu and King Qin, all this is like a piece of paper.

King Qin went out on his own, only to poke lightly with his hand.

The formation of the gods is like a piece of paper, gently torn apart by it.

Therefore, all the acropolis around the gods is like a girl whose skirt has been torn apart and her thigh is broken by a strong man, who can only be bullied.

Right now, these several acropolises have also encountered multiple-choice questions that are the same as other cities in the Central Region:

Resistance will be slaughtered, or surrender directly!

In the end, as the acropolis of the gods, naturally there are no timid ones. None of the acropolises surrendered, so countless Qin and Chu allied forces swarmed into them, and the city and the people had a miserable end.

The San Gong and You Jinsong who were standing on the porch looked more and more ugly looking at all this.

At this moment, Mi Xiong was already riding on Wang Hu, and he went under the walls of the capital of God with a grin. He carried his chubby round face, with a simple smile on his face: "How many people, don't you come here all right?" "

Fu Yuqing looked at Mi Xiong and asked seriously: "King Chu, what are you doing here?"

"I came naturally to seek justice and a way out for all the practitioners in this world." Mi Xiong had a thick smile on his face.

You Jinsong sneered: "The practitioners in this world enjoy themselves, when do they need His Royal Highness to ask for justice?"

Mi Xiong slowly raised his head, with a smile on his face, but he said: "When I wait to speak, when will it be your turn for a disabled person with incomplete body to speak?"

"You..." There was a flash of anger in You Jinsong's eyes.

Mi Xiong looked at the other people again, and said indifferently, "Do you guys here just don't want to see the scenery outside of the Ninth Stage? Or maybe you don't want to live longer?"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Who doesn't want to see the scenery from high places? Who doesn't want to live longer?

Seeing that the three males were silent, the atmosphere seemed a bit wrong, but You Jinsong said, "Rebel Mixiong, what you said is nice, but what kind of Cultivation Base is your Majesty. Can you do it alone?"

"Yeah, it is difficult to do so. This requires the lone and everyone to join hands and directly open up a road to the sky for me. What do you think?" Mi Xiong laughed, his eyes full of

You Jinsong was taken aback for a moment. He never expected that Mi Xiong would follow his words and say...what the hell is this?

Mi Xiong Yu Guang glanced at You Jinsong. This kind of brainless eunuch would dare to talk in front of him?

But at this moment, Da Sima Han Jinlong looked at Mi Xiong and slowly said: "His Royal Highness, I have to say that your words are very tempting, and it makes Lai Xia very excited!"

"Oh?" Mi Xiong looked at Han Jinlong with a smile.

You Jinsong turned his head at the same time, inevitably a little insidious in his eyes.

Han Jinlong completely ignored anyone’s look, and continued: “It’s just that it’s hard to stand on this side of the forgiveness. People living in this world are not all for themselves. If you don’t have loyalty and righteousness in your heart, then even What's the point of being immortal?"

You Jinsong breathed a sigh of relief.

Mi Xiong's brows were frowned, but at this moment, he suddenly felt a coolness coming from behind him.

But Han Jinlong, who was still standing on the wall just now, suddenly appeared behind Mixiong for some time, and there was a lavender blade in his hand that was inserted in Mixiong’s heart, but he didn’t know what he was being caught. Resist, unable to make progress.

"I haven't seen him for many years, Da Sima Realm is even better!" Mi Xiong turned back slowly, with a touch of coldness in his tone, "Gu, I thought Da Sima really wanted to have a good talk with Gu!"

"Before killing, don't show murderous aura! This is the first truth in my life!" Han Jinlong's eyes were calm.

Mi Xiong's fat face showed a touch of mockery: "Really?"

"It's a pity, I didn't expect that His Royal Highness Chu is still much stronger than I imagined!" Han Jinlong's tone was slightly regrettable.

At this time, Mi Xiong suddenly began to lose weight at a speed visible to the naked eye, but his aura suddenly began to rise.

Han Jinlong's eyes were filled with surprise: "This is the mysterious inheritance that His Royal Highness Chu has obtained?"

The answer to Han Jinlong was not words, but Mi Xiong's ghostly fist.

"Huh?" Han Jinlong let out a surprise, then backed away frantically.

Mi Xiong is like a ghost, catching up instantly.

Han Jinlong avoided frantically, and couldn't help but whispered in his mouth: "Walk!"

After finally pulling away from Mixiong, Han Jinlong held the lavender sharp blade in his hand, but he shouted: "Ghost knife, open it!"

As Han Jinlong's voice fell, his whole person was instantly hidden in a cloud of mist.

There was a touch of surprise on Mi Xiong's face. It seemed that he didn't expect this person to be so difficult. However, he was expressionless, took a step forward in the sky, and plunged his head into the mist.

"I can't see, I can't see!" Han Jinlong whispered in his mouth to give himself confidence, while on the other side he was frantically looking for opportunities in this mist.

Mi Xiong entered this mist,

"Look back!" Han Jinlong turned his head suddenly, and then stretched out his hand, "Pull it out!"

Mi Xiong was caught off guard, but hurriedly subconsciously.

"Do it in your hands!" Han Jinlong continued to seize the opportunity, suddenly inserting the sharp blade in his hand into Mi Xiong's ribs.

Mi Xiong's eyebrows finally showed a touch of pain for the first time.

Han Jinlong grinned with a mean smile, and shouted, "Uncomfortable!"

Mixiong was finally angry. As the speed of his cheeks became clearer again, his entire popularity rose again, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed Han Jinlong's head directly.

Feeling the violent power in Mixiong's hands, Han Jinlong knew that The next moment own head was about to explode.

It's just that Han Jinlong still chuckled softly at this time: "The problem is not big, this wave is not a loss!"

With Han Jinlong's death, this mist also dissipated.

Everyone in the city of Gods looked at this scene, their faces looked ugly.

But at this moment, a voice rang slowly from the gods: "Mixiong, you little Fatty, hit the door. I'm just like your kids are naughty, but you killed before the gods. My Da Sima, this is a bit too late, right?"

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