The king's blood was dyed in the sky, and the corpse of the King of God was killed like this

Wang Tengli is between Yin Hongyun, and there seems to be thousands of days, and a hazy god ring is around, which is particularly dazzling

"A big king's corpse, which has been raised in the dragon veins for 50,000 years, is so worn out."

The Lord of Daxia took a deep breath, and there was a touch of shock in the bottom of his eyes.

Such a violent combat power, I am afraid that everyone who can sweep the present

He glanced at the emperor of the Jiuli god, and the other person looked very weird

The ancestors' corpses were killed, and most of his mood was very complicated

"The underground ancient tomb group, the yin is loud, I don't know how long the years have existed."

Wang Teng's eyes were swept down, and the dense ancient temple community under the surface was induced

They are all strong people who are buried here in ancient times, and hope that the power of the dragon acupoints will be resolved against the sky.

But after all, it is a dream bubble, buried in the years

Even though the corpse regenerates, it is not the original self, but a brand new life

He stepped down, returned to the foot of the mountain, waiting for the development of the yin and yang, the god of the earth, and the earth evolved.

Faintly, he felt a obscure gas machine from that eternal dragon **

It seems that there is some extremely powerful existence dormant in the depths.

"Is the illusion, or is there really a Holy Spirit?"

Wang Teng murmured, his heart was slightly moved, and he no longer paid attention to

At the time of being born, everything can naturally see the score

If he really gave birth to the Holy Spirit, he didn't mind fighting the last game

Throughout the ancient times, I do n’t want to kill a few Holy Spirit on the road to the present, I ’m embarrassed.

"Such a terrain, about a dozen days, the eternal dragon acupoint and Huaxianchi are now this world. I don't know if the boy is coming, you have to give him a lesson!"

In the crowd, a fat Taoist thief looked at the head of the thief, and murmured in his mouth.

"Duan De? How did he settle this look?"

Wang Teng is light, and today Duan Dema was better than the last time he met too much.

Those magic weapons on the body are all disappeared, and from time to time, they will cursing twice.

Last time, I just let him share some divine thunder, so I should not let him do so.

"When the fairy soil is opened, there will be eight roads, you follow me, enter the same one."

Wang Teng's observation of martial arts, the secret and digital secrets were deduced for an hour before running, and barely figured out some ways.

In the last ten miles, there is a unbelievable killing opportunity. Any emperor will turn into a flying ash, that is, the King of Dacheng will also bleed blood.

There are only these eight routes that can safely lead to the center of Xianchi and Dragon Point.

After another two days, the last ten miles of Tianyu changed, and the killing was weakened. It seemed to be able to walk through.

Some new monks did not know that they were terrifying. They rushed over. As a result, they couldn't hum, and they were cleaned on the spot.

Over time, more and more strong people have appeared

The chanting sounds, huntering, a group of old monks appeared, and there were several people who appeared in the back of the mind, the god ring covered the body, compassionate, and suffering. At first glance, it was a master.

"The emperor is here."

There is a hustle and bustle of the periphery, and many people are talking about. On the road, a man with a beast comes.

His pace is very slow, very heavy, like mountains like Yue, as if linked to the whole world, the pulse is consistent

Nine thousand years ago, he was already a generation of royal leaders, and now even the leaders of all parties see him for a while. Although his body is only 20 years old, Xiu Wei is placed there, which is enough to be proud of the heroes.

The first person below the Emperor of the North

Nanling's demon and warriors also appeared. The gas machine penetrated into the sky, overlooking the Quartet, but it was not close to Wang Teng's foots.

Instead, I picked a safe boundary

"At that time, the opening of the earth will inevitably be a dragon fight."

Almost all the five domains came, and the place of the Qing Emperor's birth was indeed very small. This time, it caused many people's minds, and even some old monsters who had not been in the world for a long time appeared.

"It's really lively, just don't know how many people can go out in the end."

In the ground, Senhan's aircraft rushed, and the flowers of the sky, dozens of strong figures appeared, stepped up, fog and blocked, all of which were anthropomorphic anthropomorphic spirit.

The strength is extraordinary, and the characteristics of the ancients can not be seen. It can be seen that it is powerful

"The ancients? There are you who really have you."

There is a cold hum in Zhongzhou, and the weird guys who are strange to this group of yin and yang are not cold

The heroes of many great power, the Lord's gaze in the saints

Cold, flat, ridicule all of them

"Once, the owner of this ancient land is us. Wherever you want, wherever you want."

This group of Guror Spirits is very powerful, and no one is lower than the secret realm of Sendai.

The leader is a white -haired young man, with a pair of eyes is a demon scarlet, as if it contains a bloody world of blood.

He stood with his hands, his face was handsome, but with a deep sense of chills

"Taoist."

At the foot of the mountain, Wang Teng slowly opened his eyes, the Xinghe vulgar was extinguished, and the scenery of chaos flashed flashed one after another, turning into an ancient Taoist picture high suspension

He also felt the ray of eyes

The white -haired young man is also a chocolate, saying that the existence of the king

"Prince Yuan, my name is Yang Tianhe, is the Seventh grandson of the Sun and Moon God. In the future, we will have a lot of opportunities to meet."

The white -haired youth smiled lightly, and the aircraft of the Taoist rose, making everyone feel the color.

This seemingly old white -haired ancient family has already chopped the king!

"The Sun and Moon God will be the grandson of the seventh generation, Yangtian He!"

Many monks are stunned

It was actually a young man from the eight god pulse. It seems that it was also sealed that year, and the existence of the competence in the future

The gods of the sun and the moon, that year, the horror strong who followed the imperial emperor to fight the world left many legends

What kind of strength will his seventh grandson will have it?

As soon as he was born, he was cut, and most of the peers were struggling from far away.

"Yangtian He."

Wang Teng stared at him faintly, a sense of intangible oppression rose from the two

The long air twisted slowly, and was squeezed out of a layered fold, as if it would be broken in the next moment

Everyone has a faint sense of suffocation, dare not say

The surface tremor between the two is constantly cracking, and a gap is constantly cracking.

The sand and stone flipped, the branches were empty, and the blood gas pillars were all over, and it was particularly bright.

"Prince Yuan, the famous name is not wrong.

Yangtianhe's white hair fluttered, and a stranded in front of him, but still couldn't cover the scarlet magic light that penetrated the void

He is very indifferent. He has an unspeakable temperament.

"The failure of the prince will give you a small blow."

Wang Teng's eyes swept over the dozen paleons behind Yangtian He, such as seeing grass mustard

No surprise, the prince was captured, and the eight gods naturally came out of a young Tianjiao who could stand up

Except for the first divine general Ning Fei, who did not leave any real descendants among the eight divine generals back then, the other divine generals more or less sealed away some outstanding descendants.

This is the case for Sun Yang Tianhe, the seventh generation of the Sun and Moon God General. He already had the cultivation of Dao before falling asleep.

Now that he is born again, it is enough to cause waves and stir up the turmoil in the five regions.

"In other words, I owe it to Prince Yuan to be able to join the world so early."

Yang Tianhe smiled and had no thoughts of killing or fighting.

He waved his hand to cut off a layer of the mountain, and led a dozen ancient creatures to sit cross-legged on it, breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, waiting for the opening of the two secret places.

"A young Taoist slayer, a descendant of the Eight Tribes of Gods, indeed has a profound background."

Yao Yuekong's eyes darkened slightly, feeling tremendous pressure from the figure sitting cross-legged on the mountain.

They are all young ancient people who have entered the secret realm of Sendai, and they are powerful.
To be continued...