The city of Monkey King

"This person should have taken over the inheritance of the monkey, how could there be evil power...!"

"Don't it...this person was originally evil?!"

"Impossible...nothing possible!"

"Hongjun ancestors will kill the evil people in the world, there will never be evil people in the world!"

"........."

Tian Yu Shang Zong has a thousand thoughts in his heart. He is a great man in the era of the ruins of the past, and he has experienced the era of the ruin of a ruthless family. He naturally understands how powerful the ‘the evil one is!

However, he became more aware of the power brought by the ancestors of the Hong dynasty. He saw the incomprehensible evil spirits under the magical powers of Hongjun’s ancestors.

It is hard to imagine that under that kind of slaughter, the evil people can still have a family to survive.

Wind and sand, whistling.

On the top of the sky, after Qin Feng gave Tian Yu Shangzong to the sand, it was also a big mouthful of gasping. Just now... he forced the power of the second body to pass back through the soul.

It is precisely because of this that he was able to smother the sect of the sect in the previous battle, so that Tian Yu Shangzong did not fight back, but it is obvious...

This will not last long. After all, the first body and the second body are too far apart. The load transmitted by the soul in such a long distance is too great.

but…

Qin Feng did not think that after combining the power of evil, his physical strength would be strong enough.

You must know that this is not a disgusting body, but a force that strengthens the flesh from the evil side.

This also makes Qin Feng's heart begin to look forward to, and wait until the second body becomes stronger and stronger.

In the past, I swept the evils of the people!

Will eventually... reproduce the world!

boom!

At this time, the sound of the bang came from the ground. Qin Feng looked down and saw the big bunker that was taken out by Tian Yu Shang Zong. At this moment, there was no gravel re-buried.

There is a force that forcibly suppresses the surging of the yellow sands.

Under the soles of Tian Yu Shangzong, there are a pattern of red and purple two-color, and the flow speed is extremely fast, spreading in a square area.

"Where are you sacred, today... will die!"

Tian Yu Shangzong's two-color long hair flutters in the wind, and there is a color in the eyes. He does not allow himself to fail today.

In the distance of the sky, the two black shadows who were trapped by tears were subconsciously shouting at the moment: "The Shangzong can't!"

However, apart from such a shout, there is no other way. In this prohibition, which was originally their own, the students were trapped and there was no way.

"The upper body has been extremely weak. At this time, it is used to kill the blood..."

"..."

The two black shadows are all punched on this ban and can only be watched.

"Tian Yu blood kills..."

I heard the words of these two shadows without tears, and gave a slight glance, and smiled: "What day is the blood of the blood, the night of calcination, the night of the night, you are the blood of the human body, the way of swallowing the soul, why I want to change the name that is so imposing."

The red and purple two-tone pattern began to have a powerful force.

When this power appears...

Those monks in the land of the desert edge, those who have not had time to run, are all fiercely changed, and the power of pulling is not allowed.

"How, what's the matter?!"

"No, no, no!"

"Save me! Save me!"

"What is this?! Can anyone tell me what?!"

"........."

Each monk is pulled away by the force of pulling on the formation, but the time of counting is an individual forest on top of this law.

Under their feet, there are ripples of purple and red.

The heart of the shocked person.

And this number...more and more, every time there is a flaw, there is a person who is pulled into the battle and falls on this.

"Retire!"

"Rewind!"

"..."

Meng Junxian’s eyes were full of horror, without any hesitation. When the moment of suction appeared, it was already going backwards. He was a monk of the Quasi-Holy Peak. He was able to resist this suction and retreat.

However, the soldiers he brought were not able to do it. They were all pulled into the law by madness. Even if they wanted to run, they could not run.

"Meng Tong rescues me! Save me!!"

From the side of Meng Junxian, the person who had been following him on the side of Jin Xiantian, at this moment, did not pull this suction into the law, desperately calling for help to Meng Junxian.

but…

Meng Junxian looked at his subordinates and was pulled into the battle. His face was in a hurry but there was no way.

In this position, he is only able to reluctantly maintain himself without being inhaled and save people? ! joke!

Maybe he moved, even he himself could not stand.

At the moment, the shock of Meng Junxian’s heart is already indescribable.

It is also the Quasi-Holy Peak. Why can this person who launches the tactics be able to reach these levels, and they are the same as the quasi-sacred peaks.

Biting his teeth, Meng Junxian never felt that he was as alive as this day, and he did not have the slightest resistance.

Subconsciously looking up at the Qin Feng of the sky, Meng Junxian is even more shocked...

this person…

In the end, what kind of powerful power is there, just now I was able to sharply blow the two-sided strange people to the blood.

Secretly clenched his fists, Meng Junxian took a deep breath, continued to strengthen his body shape, sweeping the whole body, whether it is his own subordinates or the original monks who join in the fun.

At this moment, it is already empty, except that Meng Junxian, the quasi-holy peak, can barely maintain, and the rest of the monks are all taken into the array.

Looking at it... it’s amazing.

The Qin wind above the sky, looking down at everything that happened below, seeing the red-purple formation, seeing the appearance of the purple-red dragonfly, seeing that one after another was pulled into the array and fell on this. The monk on the purple-red owl was not wrinkled by the brow.

From this array of methods, there is a breath of excitement and disgust.

The wind in the sand.

In the center of the land, Emperor Yuzong, the two colors are flying and flying, and there is a decisive bloodthirsty color in his eyes. In his body, the number of monks who have been pulled in is thousands, and none of them are low-end. The monk is at least a fairy.

At this moment, all of them are frightened. They want to break away from this law and want to leave the shackles underneath. However, the body shape is like being fixed.

"Kid, let you have a good look at the old man's bloodline."

The color of self-confidence in the eyes of Tian Yu Shangzong slowly became firm again, with both hands, fierce, and one shot. 2k novel reading network