"Array!"

Beichen Linglong's complexion was solemn.

The Twelve Kings were frightened and hurriedly pulled out.

There is actually a living saint here, who once fell into zimuth, which is so terrible that it is beyond words.

"Although my projection does not have the power of a saint, it is still more than enough to deal with you little babies!" The projection of the Nether Saint was so cold that he looked down on everyone.

"Then add me!"

In the north gate.

The demon beauties led people out.

She was also blocked by the powerful Pluto.

However, I have already killed it and I still know that the situation is critical now.

Immortal cultivators, demon cultivators, and giants are all forces that compete with each other, but they can still unite together in the face of the deceased.

"Burn him to death!"

Dongshenyao burst into bright sunlight.

He is a young man with golden hair and red gold wings on his back.

The nine demon kings all revealed their bodies and turned into three-legged golden crows, all with wings spans and golden feathers pouring out the scorching breath.

It is obviously not capable of activating magical powers, but it is like burning the universe in ten days, shining infinite light, and killing evil spirits.

This is the special feature of the Golden Crow tribe, with the power of the sun in its blood.

"A little trick!"

The incarnation of the Holy Holy Breaking open.

It turned into a ball of black fog, sweeping the whole audience, covering the sky and the sun.

He has no entity, it is just a projection, so as soon as he takes action, he erodes all the ghosts and howls.

"Breaking him!"

The Qianhuan Heavenly King shouted angrily and exploded into the ten directions.

Behind him are seven giant kings, the race of gods, and their combat power is endless.

The fists were like meteors, tearing the sky and shocking the world.

With just the power of the body, he used millions of fists to exert, like a blade storm, to tear apart the black fog.

“Too weak!”

The black fog is stirring, feminine and changeable.

As the saying goes, using softness to overcome hardness, it is easy to resolve the Giant King's boxing power.

Immediately, the black fog hardened and turned into a black gem blade, piercing through the heart of a hill giant king on the spot.

Puff!

It's like opening the gate and releasing water.

The torrent of giant blood spurted out.

Blood stains the sky, essence turns into clouds, and even manifests strange phenomena on hills.

This is the king's blood, extremely precious, and the alchemy treasure is flowing like money, falling on the rooftop, melting purple ice.

"Be careful, he can annihilate the law marks of the flesh, so that the wound cannot be recovered." The hill giant king snorted in pain, covered the wound, swallowed some divine substances, and then stopped the bleeding.

"We work together to encircle and suppress!"

Beichen Linglong, Mo Yaorao looked at each other.

The two are old enemies, and they rarely cooperate once and attack left and right.

Beichen Linglong held the holy sword in his hand, with the sharp sword intent, which stimulated the nine heavens. The demon Yaorao waved the magic sword, with the sword intent erect and horizontal, and slashed the Liuhe vertically.

The two joined forces to strike, and the sword intent intertwined a net of destruction, sweeping over 100,000 miles, clearing the black fog, and giving the world a clear sky.

"sharp!"

“But the level is too low.”

The sneering sound of the projection of the Nether Saint echoed around.

The void swept, and the black fog reappeared, and it was indestructible and immortal.

He also took the opportunity to sneak attack, piercing through the Golden Crow King who had passed through the seventh level of tribulation. The golden blood mixed with broken feathers were poured on the rooftop and melted the purple ice.

"hateful!"

An old golden crow king took action.

He forced his way to intercept and rescued the injured Golden Crow who passed the Tribulation.

He is the King of Nine Tribulations, old and steady, and is Dong Shenyao's deputy, and one of the main forces in attacking Qianyuan.

"This golden crow?"

A strange thing appeared in Qin Li's heart.

I always feel like I have seen this Nine Tribulation Old Golden Crow, but this is impossible.

Because before meeting them, Qin Li had only seen a golden crow, that was Dong Rihuang, who died in the mouth of the Fallen Hill King.

"Qin Li, let's retreat soon." King Xuanfeng was frightened. The projection of the Nether Saint was too strong, and he overwhelmed all the kings present.

"If I can play, the Nether Saint is not afraid." Qin Li felt the immortal wood's aroused movement and wanted to start a killing.

"Can you have some brains?" Xuanfeng was so angry that he was so angry: "You are the fifth level of Dharma image, and you are full of utterances. Will you go up and cause trouble? If Your Highness is hurt to protect you again, can you bear it?"

Qin Li shook his head.

This matter is not explained clearly.

at this time!

The battle situation is one-sided.

The projection of the Holy Saint is invincible in all directions.

The giant's bones were shattered, and blood was surging like rain, and it was extremely miserable.

The golden crow feathers fall, and the golden demon blood rushes like a spring, burning golden fire clouds.

The king was bleeding, the devil's sorrow, and the four major forces joined forces, but were still tortured by blood.

"Little girl, your body contains Emperor blood, which is the best material to unblock purple ice!" The projector of the Nether Saint stared at Beichen Linglong, and directly divided a black shadow and attacked him, almost instantly.

"What!"

Beichen Linglong retreated in shock.

The sword intent is pure and can cut off all things.

But the shadow split and merged without any harm.

Beichen Linglong was powerless and forced to a dead end.

"No, why did you retreat here!" Beichen Linglong looked back, and Qin Li and King Xuanfeng stood behind.

"I'll do it!"

Qin Li missed the opportunity and was about to enter the game.

"The Dharma Ant!" The black shadow sarcastically sarcastically and made out black fog to corrode Qin Li into slag.

Qin Li smiled.

The nutrients delivered to your door.

The fairy tree trembled, trying to poke out the fairy roots and have a feast.

"Mr. Qin, be careful!" Beichen Linglong suddenly intercepted and protected Qin Li.

"ridiculous!"

The black shadow suddenly changed his move.

The black mist of nothingness turned into a sharp black sword.

This is not a magical power, but the ultimate force to implement the transformation of hardness and softness.

Thorn!

The black sword passed by.

A bloody mark on the beauty's jade neck.

The emperor's blood flows out, bright red and noble, and the seven colors of light flows.

The black shadow followed the trend, and the emperor's blood was like an arrow, slashing through the sky and hitting the purple ice seal. With a click, a crack was dissolved.
To be continued...