"The old man looked at you underestimated." Jun Guangming's eyes shook, said.
Fang Yan said coldly: "each other."
"Huh! Even if your realm is stable? You violate the agreement. If you don't give us a statement, today, it is the day you will fall, and it will be your fall!"
Speaking in a tone.
Although Tianyi God and Zixuan did not speak, both of the gas machines of his two have firmly locked Fang Yan.
The four pseudo -ancestors, at this moment, have moved their hearts.
Even if it is not to avenge Lin Fan, I have to take advantage of this opportunity to remove Fang Yan and remove a major suffering.
Four and the temples are already thoroughly tearing their faces and their faces. The possibility of breaking and no solution. Fang Ye is already a pseudo -saint, with good combat power, keeping him, and infinite suffering.
"You, do you want to kill me?" Fang Yan's eyes flickered, and sinking asked.
Jun Guangming four people replaced them with action.
The four of them quickly spread out and surrounded Fang Yan.
The four magnificent saints have formed an indestructible space cage, locking Fang Yan firmly.
Don't give him a chance to get off.
"Fang Yan, you violate the agreement first!" Jun Guangming said.
"Hahaha! If you want to kill me, do you want to find such a lot of excuses!" Fang Yan held the gossip ancient mirror in his left hand, and a cold bloody short dagger appeared in the right hand.
Not weak.
Fang Yan actually has two holy artifacts!
Defense holy artifact gossip ancient mirror, attacking holy artifact blood short dagger!
"It's right, you really don't need to make excuses, you and I are already an enemy."
Wen Ren said freely, and there was a rusty broken sword in his hands.
Although it is a broken sword, it exudes an endless power. It is obviously a holy artifact called "Taikoo Remnant Sword"!
Tianyi God and Zi Xuan's real person each sacrificed their own life -oriented holy artifacts.
Tianyi God is a long and narrow sword, with a small arc, only two fingers wide, and there seems to be blue light and shadow on the blade of the blade.
Zi Xuan is a simple and simple, with a strong sense of vicissitudes and years. This is "no dirty dust"!
The four pseudo -saints are already holy in their hands. The saints are constantly rolling like the vast ocean.
At this moment, a mysterious voice suddenly came from the sky.
Seems crying.
It seems to be whispering in the ear, and it seems to be far away.
It's elusive.
Jun Guangming and others have changed their faces, and they turned their heads.
I saw four white figures like ghosts, carrying a black coffin, stepping on the void.
The figure keeps flashing.
The previous moment was still on the west, and the next moment had appeared in the south.
The coffin is lifted in white, the black coffin, the unpredictable instantaneous shift, revealing weird everywhere.
"Pretend to be a ghost!"
Tianyi sinking sinking.
At the same time, he lifted his palm, a transparent energy handprint, and suddenly appeared in the black coffin, and held it towards the coffin.
But the moment the fingerprint was about to hold the coffin, the coffin and the four coffin -lifters actually disappeared at the same time.
The next moment.
The coffin appeared thousands of meters away.
With a sound of "嘭", heavenly god holds empty in one hand.
His face suddenly changed.
The palms condensed by the saints can block the space, and they are all caught in the air. No, the coffin is also a pseudo -saint !????????????
It's just that weird black coffin, which seems to have the effect of shielding perception, and it is impossible to perceive the breath in the coffin.
At the time of Tianyi, the four coffin carried the coffin, which actually broke through the blockade of the four and appeared beside Fang Yan.
Four people with coffin all kneeled in the void, dragged the coffin to place them horizontally.
Fang Yan's movement surprised the four people of Jun Guangming again.
Fang Yan actually put away the gossip ancient mirror and bloody short dagger, bent over with his fist, bowed to the coffin deep.
The attitude is extremely respectful.
The four of Jun Guangming did not dare to care, and quickly gathered together.
The next moment, the coffin lid shook, and the coffin collided with a light sound. After a while, the coffin cover slipped towards the tail.
Later, a figure sat up from the coffin.
The yellow hair full of hair is scattered at will, her face is pale as paper, without blood, the eye sockets are deep, and the face is almost covered with skin. I can't see the existence of flesh and blood.
There were a few rays of gray fragments on the body, exposing the row of clear rib marks on the chest.
It is such a person like a corpse, but the four people have changed their faces at the same time, and their expressions become dignified.
Because the four of them couldn't see the "dry corpse".
"Mo Strive, how can you come here?" Fang Yan asked respectfully.
Mo Jie said slowly: "The main hall of the main hall spreads to me, saying that if you cross the sanctuary, it is very likely to encounter trouble. Let me come and take care of it. Hehe, I don’t expect that there is really no fear of death.
The temple is the enemy. "
The sound is hoarse, but it is a bit sharp, as if using the iron nail to pass the glass, very harsh.
After speaking, Mo Jie turned his head and looked at the four people of Jun Guangming.
In his pupils, all eyes were white, there was no eyeball, which was extremely weird and stubborn.
"Mo stiff? Didn't you die one million years ago?" Zi Xuan's real person thought about what he thought of, his pupils shrank, and he said horrified.
"I'm dead, but I'm alive again, huh ..." Mo Jiepi's smiling and smiling.
No, he has no meat at all, only the skin is left.
"Mo stiffness? Mo stiff!? Is it the rumor that Mo's stiffness died in the dusk of millions of years ago?" Jun Guangming also found information about Mo's stiffness in his memory.
Mo Zhi, who had participated in the battle of the Holy Man who had been one million years ago, but at the time he was just a pseudo -sanctuary. He could only be reduced to cannon fodder in that world battle. At the beginning of the war, he fell.
But now, Mo Jie has appeared here.
He was still alive, but it turned into this man.
Mo's stiff shape slowly upward, the void stands above the coffin.
The broken cloth strip on the body was swollen crazy by the wind.
Looking at Mo's stiff body shape, I am afraid that even sixty pounds of weight are enough, it gives a crumbling feeling in the wind, it seems that the next moment will be blown away by the wind.
He opened his arms, squinted his eyes, breathed the air greedily, and his expression was quite enjoyable.
"The long -lost air, the long -lost sunshine is this feeling, really nostalgia." Mo Jie made a emotion.
Jun Guangming, heaven is a god, hearing people and Zixuan real people are like the enemy.
Mo Zhi is the strong of the same era as the ancestors of the forces of all parties, and it was once a pseudo -pseudo -saint. Regardless of the prestige or strength, they far exceeded the ancestors of these pseudo -holy realms.
The next moment, Mo's expression condensed, and a strange and turbulent death permeated from his body.
The light gray is constantly rolling, corroding the space, weird and unpredictable.
"Well!"
Mo stiffly turned his head and looked at the four people of Jun Guangming.
"Say, how do you want to die?" Mo Jian's hoarse voice conveyed a strong killing intention, accompanied by death, making the four people in the light of the world cold.
This is the second robbery pseudo -saint, and the momentum alone is so horrible!
"Mo is stiff, don't pretend to be a psychic. If you are in a state of prosperity, I am afraid that the four of us are dead! But we are still living well now.
, But it will inevitably be hit hard. And even if millions of years have passed, your strength still has not recovered! "Zi Xuan's real -life eyes flashed a sperm, staring at Mo Ji said.
Mo Jie's face is as usual, there is no change at all, and his tone is extremely cold. "You are right, I am really not at the peak, but it’ s not a problem to clean up you. "
The words fell, Mo stiff arms, and the thick dead air around him, instantly condensed into countless sharp claws, whistling towards Zixuan's real person.