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Chapter 463: Baji Sword Plate (Part 1)

"Take a shot, I want to see what the heavenly means of the Holy Temple of the Eight Polar Sacred Gate!" Yan Shisan said with a smile.

As soon as Yan Shisan's words came out, there were countless martial arts and strong men. At this time, there were hundreds of martial arts above the sea of ​​vulgar waslands, tens of thousands of tens of thousands of people, here, with Shengtianzun as a climbing.

The octagonal Sacred Gate is the inheritance of the Taoist ancestors, and the ancestors are unpredictable. Not to mention the chief veteran of the Octagonal Saint Gate, it was already a well -known man in the heavens. Today, after 10,000 years, he is even more.

Called the west soil, I don't know how many people look up.

People like the chief veteran of the octagonal Sacred Gate are all the generations of the world. He can let a martial arts destroy the door.

Everyone on the top could not help but take a bite of air.

"It's too arrogant, but challenged the Holy Tianzun of the Eight Polar Sacred Gate!" Some people couldn't help but say: "Who is this kid, but I do n’t know how to live and die, challenge the Eight Polar Sacred Gate!"

Some monks recognized Yan Shisan and said, "This kid is the very strong Yan Yan thirteen recently. In the past two years, he has mixed Tianzhenghai with peace of mind, and he has a beef!"

"Huh, this kind of junior is arrogant, and the road is smooth. I really think that I am invincible in the world!" There are also martial arts people saying: "The western soil is the place where the dragon dragon and the tiger.

So arrogant, otherwise, one day it will recruit the calamity of the body! "

The older generation of emperors couldn't help nodded and said: "Although the record of Yan 13 in the past two years is considerable, even Da Tianzun has been killed by him, but he is still too arrogant to see who the enemy is

Is he caught by the Eight Polar Sacred Gate? The eight -pole Sacred Gate is to pinch him, but it's easier to kill a ant! "

"Hum, I don't know the thick and high -earth junior, let him see the power of the masters, and avoid no one in the eyes." Someone said coldly: "The holy heaven of the Eight Polar Sacred Gate comes from the ancestor, who is his opponent?

In this way, the junior is in the ancestral soldiers, and the smoke will be extinguished! "

The chief veteran of the octagonal Holy Gate was irony, and it was very ugly. He respected the world, and no one dared to clamor him so. This time, he came to the ancestors.

Challenge him, which made him bombed.

"I don't know what to live and die, dare to do against my octagonal Holy Gate. Even if you are in the same way, you will be dead without burial!"

"Brother Hai, this kind of unknown and dead things first broke his bones and bones, abolished his deeds, and after obtaining the extradition of the residual film, then slowly cleaned him! Let him live worse!"

Saying.

"You have a lot of nonsense. If you want to fight, you can get a shot soon. If you have any ability, leave the extraudit and roll me!" Yan Shisan shook his head.

In this case, it is too rampant. Even the Jinpeng people, the cold day god palace, and the octagonal Shengtianzun are hard to see the top. Yan Shishi is slapped them hard.

"Little beasts, why do you need a veteran to clean up? There is more than enough to wait for me!" A anger, eight figures rushed out of the eight -pole holy door, and instantly rushed into the black mang of heavy rain.

They joined forces, opened the field, and carried the endless black mang of the sky!

"The eight old men of the Eight Polar Sacred Gate, eight Da Tianzun!" When he saw eight people, someone said surprised.

"The eight Datianzun, cleaning up a junior, it is easy. It seems that this time the octagonal holy door is really crazy, and you have to crush the thirteenth corpse of Yan!" Someone murmured.

The eight veterans of the Eight Polar Sacred Gate are like a scorching sun, and the terrible eyes are like a god lamp, which illuminates this black mang area that pours heavy rain!

"Little beasts, don't draw your tendons today, pick up your skin, the Holy Gate of the Eight Polar is not called the Eight Polar Sacred Gate!" A old man in the Eight Old High School was bloody, and the sound was broken.

Yan Shisan laughed and said gently: "Isn't it called the Eight Polar Sacred Gate? Isn't it called the Eight Dog Sacred Gate?"

"Little beasts, die!" Yan Shisan's nerves were provoked, provoking the prestige of the Eight Polar Holy Gate, the Eight Lao Angry, roaring, and instantly sacrificing the treasure soldiers.

Bao Bing, splitting the sky, even the black manges falling in the sky were cut off one by one!

Countless black mang was cut off, and the dead area covered by endless black mang was like a corner of the veil. I saw that the black gas was rolling, the sky was broken, and there was a deep bottom!

The corner of the dead mango area is extremely fragile, and some of the oceans have been broken. Countless ancient mountains and rivers fragments float in the void, and the void is penetrated, leaving a black hole that eats people!

Unable to recover.

There is also Wang Yang being penetrated, leaving an extremely horrible abyss. In such an abyss area, even the black mang of black rain is not dared to appear. In this place, it has become the only in the dead area without pouring heavy rain.

Where.

It is rumored that since the eternal, the emperor of the moon has been here, and the exquisite Taoist ancestors have also come here.

Traces.

Wang Yang was penetrated. This was an invincible blow of the Taoist ancestors.

When the Bali Supreme Bingbu was cut here, many people saw a scene of crushing mountains and rivers!

"Boom-" Eight Supreme Treasure soldiers came out, attacking the world, and even the powerful black mang was cut off. The countless ancient fragments floating in the void suddenly collapsed.

Many martial arts can't help but take a bite of air. The ancestor inheritance is the inheritance of the Taoist ancestor, and the Supreme Treasure Bing. For many martial arts, it is a dream of something.

The ancestors of the ancestors are not comparable to other martial arts.

The eight Datianzun, the eight soldiers of the palm of the palm, were shocked by one hit, that was afraid that no matter how powerful the great Tianzun was facing such a blow, it was afraid that it would be fascinated by gray!

"Boom, Boom, Boom ..." The eight Supreme Soldiers broke the world, and the supremacy of the sky, the countless light instantly exhausted all the black mang of this space.

When the light dissipates, Yan Shisan has no shadow.

"Under one blow, the flying ash smoke was extinguished, and the surname Yan didn't even leave the scum!" Seeing that Yan Shisan evaporated, someone murmured.

"This is the end of the sanctuary of the Eight Polaries!" Someone said sneerly.

For a while, many people thought that Yan Shisan died in the hands of eight Datianzun, and it was fascinating!

"Ah, ah, ah ..." At this moment, the screams were undulating. This scream was made from the eight Datianzun's mouth.

Falling on the island, the blood gas disappears.

The black mang was still. When the black mang of the pouring heavy rain fell on the eight corpses, the eight corpses were stripped off in the blink of an eye, the corpse fell off, and finally the white bones were turned off!

"Daozu inheritance, but it is just on his own!" At this time, Yan Shisan is still above the original position. Like a king, he is proud of the world, blood is infinite, blocking the falling black mang!

Everyone stayed a bit. At this time, many people trembled, especially those who said that Yan Shisan had bad words just now, even cold.

The eight Datianzun, the palm of the palm of the eight supreme prestige, not only did not kill Yan Shisan, but instead killed the eight Datianzuns in the moment.

Shooting, even Shengtianzun is no exception!

"Evil!" Some people couldn't help but call. The eight Datianzun died like this. No one could see how Yan XIII was shot. This is not what the evil art is?

"Amitabha, who has heard the name of the twelve ancient secrets, today I see the ancient secrets of Linghe, such as legends!" The Shenmu Buddha of the Lion Buddha could not help but declare the Buddha's title and said in surprise.

Linghe is ancient secret, spring Meisi, these two things appear at the same time, that is terrible to make the gods trembling. This is the most terrifying sniper method. It can take human life between silence, and it can't even find it.

Yan Shiyi exhibited the ancient secrets of the crane, and the spring of Chunmei, instantly taking the life of eight Datianzun.

Shen Mu Buddha, who was the Buddha of the Buddha, really seemed to be unparalleled. Yan Shisan killed eight Datianzun. He immediately revealed that Yan Shisan's unique learning.

When he heard this, many people were shocked, and they looked at Yan XIII in shock and saline.

Twelve ancient secrets, enjoying all ages, is an immortal invincible technique.

"

At this time, the chief old veteran of the octagonal Sacred Gate was hard to see the top, the expression was cold and ruthless, Yan Shisanzhi killed the eight Datianzun of them.

Do not give the octagonal holy door! If you do n’t kill Yan Yan 13 today, the prestige of the octagonal Holy Gate will be greatly impacted.

The prestige of the Holy Zun is instantly stamped, and the blood is as rolling, drowning the heavens, the chief veteran stepped out, and the millions of miles were suppressed.

The tattoo, endless roads opened the heavens and the earth, holding the black mang of the sky on the sky.

" -铮 — -" Jian Ming rang for nine days, Jian Ming rang, Daowei was supreme, and in a moment, the monkeled Daowei method fell from nine days, endless, even the black mang of this dead area

All retreat!


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