The Secret of the Seal

The chaotic power released by Qin Dong, such as entering the uninhabited territory, unimpeded, and without any delay, broke through the gas shield and slammed on Trek.

When Trek reacted, the majestic power had already penetrated Trek's body, and Trek's nightmare was staged.

The power of chaos is high in order, powerful, and destructive. It is hard to describe words. A lot of chaos power poured into the body of Trek, immediately turned into a hungry wolf, a head tiger, want to abuse the Converse.

Emperor Anzhen and others only saw Trek's body, just like a machine gun, in the hustle and bustle of the sound of the sound, bursting one blood hole after another. After only one second before and after, Trek was completely turned into a blood man.

pain! This is the only feeling of Trek at this time. Every meridian in the body is blown up by the power of chaos. The Yuanfu, where Trek stores the spiritual power, is like a detonated ammunition depot, and his intestines are blown up. [

Trek lay on the ground, his eyes staring at the sky, only feeling that the whole world had lost its color and was gray. He had thought before that he would be hit hard, but he never thought that it would be so heavy.

"This is the first palm, why do you not rely on the ground?" Qin Dong sneered at Trek, not knowing that he was in the heart of Trek at this time, even more terrible than the devil.

"Cui Ke, he... Is he really a master of the five-level peak?" The Emperor Anzhen stayed for a long while, and he asked for such a sentence.

Princess An Zhen listened at the side and could not help but smile and shook her head. It is no wonder that Emperor Anzhen would ask such a question. Trek is too weak in front of Qin Dong.

Trek also wants to learn to be like Qingying, and stand up strong. But he can't do it. The pain is like a hungry beast, and he is constantly eating his consciousness.

Trek now wants to understand, Qin Dong is playing this gamble with him, it is not to give him a chance to live, but to torture him! With the cultivation of Qin Dong, even his life, one palm is enough, why do you need three palms? Trek suddenly felt that he was stupid! He shouldn't accept this bet. If he fights hard at the beginning, maybe he can have a chance to leave, but now everything is too late.

"Get up!" Qin □ uttered a drink, a little finger, an invisible force, and he pulled Trek from the ground.

Under the double torture of fear and pain, Trek wants to give up the gambling and take the initiative to admit defeat. Although the end of the concession is also dead, but at least able to avoid torture, death is more painful. But before Cui Ke opened his mouth and said that he would admit defeat, Qin Dong’s broken drink would ring.

"The second palm!"

This cold word fell into Trek's ear, and it was not worthy of the sickle's sickle, so that his soul was shuddering.

Trek flew out again. The bones of the whole body, screaming in the air, almost all of them were broken. At this time, Trek, only one breath left. And this last breath, or Qin Dong deliberately retain, let him live to bear the third palm.

Looking at Trek, who had no human form, even the Emperor Anzhen looked at it, and his heart was cold. Du Yong was even more stunned on the spot, a pair of tigers flashed a few fears.

As for the thousands of Dragon Assassins, one by one is even more stupid, pale, body tremors, and the spirit will collapse at any time...