"madness."

In response to this, Nangong Xing's majestic face seemed to reveal a hint of mockery. He glanced at Xiao Nan and others indifferently, and curled his lips disdainfully: "Today's battle will come to an end."

Even though the young man has the talent of martial arts, his cultivation level is extremely terrible. He does not know the number of days and resists the general trend, he will eventually be buried with the dust in the world.

Nangong Bubo knelt on the ground on one knee, endured the violent shock power transmitted by the alien demon, and his face was always tight and full of fanaticism: "Here, the alien demon army will smash the Great Yuan under the leadership of the thirteen Martial Kings and tear the arrogant Shenwu King to pieces."

"You deserve to die!"

"You deserve it!"

"You will never be angry!"

"..." His soul gathered in the sky with its powerful will. It was the Vajra Warrior Wolf holding a double axe. The wolf head was extremely huge, with wolf hairs turning upside down on his neck like a steel needle into a sharp sharp thorn shape.

It was like a circle of saber teeth... The standing wolf body sublimated with infinite cold flames, and the light gold color contained purple flame heart, which suddenly lowered the temperature around it to the limit.

The land that had become ruins was stained with frost inch by inch, disintegrating and shattering, flying dust all over the sky, sweeping Xiao Nan and others with sharp penetrating power: "The hell war wolf comes from the demon god of the Nine Nethers. Legend has it that its battle axe can turn the hottest thing in the world into ice and fire!"

It symbolizes death! Feeling this cold force penetrates the pores, turning the blood extremely cold, and even the vitality energy is extremely thin. It is hard to imagine how terrible it would be if Thousand Steps of Fight Against this Hell Warrior Wolf.

The will to kill in the Hell Wolf Warrior symbolizes the master's mood.

His child, Nangong Sheng, was his favorite offspring, but he was ruthlessly killed by Xiao Nan. From that moment on, this person would undoubtedly die.

The gods cannot save him even when they come! He raised his hideous face and looked at Xiao Nan, completely without the calmness he used to be. All he had was unforgettable hatred, just like a demon walking out of hell, and the light contained in his eyes was all burning fire.

The more depressed a person's heart is, the terrible it will be when it erupts. If a person looks casual, who knows how much thought he has accumulated in his heart?

Nangong Bupo, he is good at planning and planning. Within a year, he is in charge of the Nangong family from a small hidden holy land to the top of the Great Yuan. How much can he endure, how many flames can he burst out?

At this moment, the world can see his face clearly: "A villain who is so hypocritical that he has reached the limit has no distinction between good and evil, only his family's self-interest. For this reason, he can override the life of the empire and sacrifice millions of innocent creatures in the empire!"

"Nangong Sheng was attracted by Xiao Nan's woman."

This is the source of sin. If you want to blame it, it seems that the Nangong family has no choice but to teach their children.

The three evils in martial arts, taking away a wife and daughter is the main evil. Even though Wen Qingcheng's heart belongs to Xiao Nan has been tangled for a year, he has to be forced to take it away after being rejected. It is unreasonable to not die.

"I don't regret killing Nangong Sheng, nor do I regret razing the nine tribes of Nangong, nor do I regret standing here today."

When Xiao Nan was as sensitive as such a gaze, he could not notice it and opened his mouth lightly.

"I just regret returning too late."

The young man closed his eyes lightly, neither happy nor sad, as if a sublimated god had ignored the thirteen kings of demons and the thousands of troops behind him, but in the eyes of the people of the Nangong family, it was a contempt for them.

"When you die, you still dare to be arrogant. Each of the thirteen demon kings symbolizes different powers. When gathering together, even the Emperor of Martial Arts must retreat. With your little junior Martial Arts?"

Nangong Bupo snorted, his palms accompanied by sneering, and a pile of air bursts out, which fell to the ears of the Dayuan warrior who had already tightened his heart. It was like a billions of needles piercing in. All his body shook, and severe pain swept across his body from his heart, making him unable to stand firmly.

"Today will really be their death disaster!"

"The Great Yuan Empire will die because of you. This is fate. Accepting fate is the fate of our warriors."

Nangong Xing was still chasing his handprints, his starry clothes were flying, his aura was magnificent and powerful, and he felt like he was transcending from the world. In his eyes, the young man and others were waiting for death.

The difference is that when the perception swept through the young man, the eyelids always twitched.

Is it an illusion?

He frowned slightly. The boy was too calm and a little contrary to common sense. But it was an illusion that the thirteen demon kings descended to the imperial capital. The huge demon body seemed to block the imperial capital by thirteen mountains.

The imperial capital, whose atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme, was like hell. No one could breathe, and the wisps of light that could be seen were blocked by their vast bodies.

The sky is like a god's wrist closing.

As the night gradually descends, they also deprive their lives and judge their lives. This is a disaster for them: "Is a disaster that has no chance of victory at all? Is it God's punishment for them? Why does the disaster in the Eastern Wilderness Martial Realm require a small Yuan Empire to bear it?"

These strange demons swept across the human world, and took the Great Yuan Empire as the place where they came, but they sacrificed their lives.

Destined.

Their only explanation was that, headed by Yuan Heng, even the power of waving the artifact was blocked, and their willpower was increased to the limit and poured into their wrists. They were as hard as divine iron, but as soft as willow under the power of the alien demon.

It's hard to move an inch.

Blood overflowed from their bodies, mouths, noses, ears, and body shattered, and was rapidly wafting vitality. It turned out that the so-called powerlessness was that even the enemy's hair could not be touched.

"Death is the revenge of the king of demons on them, and it is also the necessary result of their conquest of the human world. If you want to rule here, you will pass hell."

In despair, they welcomed the alien demons step by step, and the earth, together with the glory of the Great Yuan imperial capital, and their lives, were buried in the ancient reincarnation land.

When they saw the evil smiles of betrayers such as Nangong Bupo, it was ironic and happy. They said that they deserved this result. It was clearly that they betrayed Dayuan but could have a happier ending than them! But what could it be? They could only grit their teeth and count their heartbeats silently, allowing their blood to spill, and also calculate the last rest of their lives in the world.

However, they seemed to ignore the boy standing in front, Xiao Nan who was facing their backs to them, and they were different from them from beginning to end, without bleeding or despair. The closed eyes reflected the Nine Heavens Stars.

The sky is still the sky of the Great Yuan! In his world, there is the Nine Heavens Universe. In the changing wind and thunder, there is an extremely terrifying thunder and drowning intertwined, and it changes into a divine shadow like a giant mountain, standing behind him and rising inch by inch.

In the roar, it was the will of the ninth-grade god: "Fight, fight, fight!"

"Fight, fight, fight!"

“Fearless!”

"Never retreat!"

It seems to be higher than the heaven and earth, bathe in the power of the starlight, absorb the power of the earth, and form countless wheels of light. The power of the divine talisman is constantly reflected in the body of the young man on the other end of the starry sky.

Countless invisible starlight and divine glory appeared in the body, which was the thunder sword, which continued to gather into drowning, and roared on the surface of the body to form a river.

The young man's momentum was constantly increasing, and his strength was gradually increasing. From the second level of King Wu to the third level, to the fourth level, and the fifth level... He borrowed so much power and then turned it into the cauldron of reincarnation hidden in the spiritual Taichung. The honor is like stars, and the light is shrouded in the invisible barrier and has not been revealed at all. He always has blessing texts similar to the recitation of the divine scriptures to enhance the great power in the cauldron.

Looking down at the top of the starry sky, you can see that under the divine tripods is the magnificent and sacred martial arts soul world.

Nine-page golden book, five-page divine text has appeared, the gods on the plate are holding the sun and moon beads, and their eyebrows are reflected in the thousands of Dharma paths, bathing in the light of the three colors, just like the spirits of ancient sages preaching.

This is like another respected young man! Transcendence, ruthlessness, reason is the embodiment of the perfect way in the world. It must be explained that it is the state of the gods in the most prosperous times of the youth.

I was born as a god, and there were no demons in the heavens.

If I become a demon, all Buddhas will be silent.
Chapter completed!