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Everyone’s eyes are all looking forward.
They are very curious, who is it, dare not put the Qingtian Emperor in the eye?
"Da da."
It was a young woman with long white hair. When she came out, the white hair with her hair, emitting a faint light, almost went straight to the ground.
Her face is extremely small and exquisite, her eyebrows are slender, and her nose is like jade. Only the lips of cherry red make her body more colorful.
As she walked out of the temple, there was a faint scent of orchids. Because of the previous war, the ruined forest was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a green orchid was grown, which made the land renewed.
Zhang Ruochen’s gaze, staring at the white-haired woman’s body, her eyes could not help but shrink, and her heart said: “How could it be her?”
At the same time, Kong Lanyi's pair of show, inadvertently, also stared at Zhang Ruochen's body.
How she wished to see Zhang Ruochen's eager eyes, then came over and hugged her tightly, calling her a "cousin" or "Lan Lan."
The two men complained about the ups and downs of the past 800 years, reminiscing about the past when they were young, even if they just listened to him playing a song, "Lan Lan Qu", how happy it is.
However, that all…It didn't happen at all.
Zhang Ruochen is still the look of the ancient well without waves, just glanced at her and he regained his gaze.
In Conran’s heart, there are actually some faint loss and a deeper despair.
Later, she took a deep breath and looked at the undead blood in the distance. The soft color in the original eyes disappeared instantly.
At the top of the white bone altar, the burly man faced the eyes of Confucius, and the soul of the body could not help but tremble.
Just like that feeling, he only had it when he met the real body of Qingtian Xuedi. Could it be that this white-haired woman in front of her eyes can actually be compared with the Qingtian blood emperor?
The blood and the blood of the Holy Blood did not have the feeling of a burly man, but it seems that Kong Lanxi’s cultivation seems to be quite powerful, but compared with the unfathomable Indra, there is still a big gap.
If the white-haired woman is only a saint, then she dares to question the majesty of the Qingtian blood emperor, which is undoubtedly a death sin.
The blood of the Holy Ghost sneered: "Want to make a head bird, should you first measure your own repairs enough?"
"Questioning the end of the blood emperor, there is only one word, then it is death."Heavenly blood holy road.
The figure of the Earthly Blood and the Blood of the Sun flashed and disappeared at the top of the White Bone.
To be exact, they don't disappear out of thin air, but the speed of the explosion is too fast. Even the semi-sacred eyesight can't see their body.
"Hey!"
The body of the earthly blood, into the earth, makes the square a hundred miles again into a blood.
Tens of thousands of blood lines emerged from the ground and piled up into a blood-red mountain.
The mountain is as high as a thousand feet, and it contains enough power to crush a city and fill a lake. At this moment, it has rushed to the direction of the Sikong Temple.
The blood of the sky flies at high altitude, arms spread out, turned into two huge black clouds, completely covering the entire sky, leaving no gaps.
"Hey."
Thousands of blood arrows, like a rain curtain, continue to fly out and gather together to turn into a blood-red arrow river.
The blood and the blood are very clear, and the strength of the white-haired woman is definitely strong. Therefore, they communicated with the world, concise the rules, and display their life.
Even if it is impossible to kill a white-haired woman, try to find out her true cultivation.
"Just with both of you, dare to shoot me?"
Confucius was like an empty valley, standing outside the temple, lifting a palm and pressing out to the void.
"Oh!"
"Oh!"
The mountains that are thousands of feet high collapsed in an instant, turning into a blood mist, accompanied by the screams of the blood of the heart.
The blood fog sinks to the ground and turns into a blood lake.
In the sky, thousands of blood swords were all broken, and no power broke out. It turned into a burst of blood rain and fell to the ground, making a "shasha" sound.
The body of Tianxuesheng has already become a bloody fog, leaving only a crystal clear sacred bone, falling from the air and falling into the blood lake.
Then, Kong Lanyi's sleeves waved, and the two bright stars of the stars were flying from the blood lake and suspended in the palm of her hand.
The bloody brilliance from the source of the sacred radiance of her pale, colorless face.
Da Sikong, Er Sikong, and Xiao Sikong took a breath at the same time, and the whole person was like petrochemical.
"My awkward Amitabha, she…Is she a person? ”Da Sikong's upper teeth hit his teeth and made a "squeaky" sound.
Eight hundred years have passed. In fact, Zhang Ruochen has long guessed that Conran’s cultivation has reached an astonishing height.
However, when he saw Kong Lanqi’s shot, he was still very scared.
You know, that's the two that have reached the sacred place. However, she is as easy as shooting two mosquitoes and killing them.
The two undead blood saints have no time to escape.
In the distance, the undead bloods in the blood cloud were all scared. Among them, some of the undead bloodsmen who were slightly weaker, because they were frightened, could not control the sacredness of the body, and the breath was disordered. They fell directly from the air and fell.
The burly man at the top of the white bone altar also held his breath and looked serious, no longer calm and calm as before.
The identity of the burly man is the first king of the Qingtian blood emperor, the "winning king", also known as the king of the blood king, his own cultivation, naturally reaches the point of thoroughness.
In addition, Zhongyingwang has a hundred blood and a white bone altar, I am afraid that in addition to the level of the Qingtian blood emperor, when today, few people are his opponents.
The voice of Zhongyingwang seems quite heavy and says: "Who are you?"
"Confucius."Kong Lanyi said not lightly.
Hearing this name, Zhongying Wang’s pupil quickly shrinks and is very decisively ordered: “Retreat.”
Mingtang Shengzu and Buddhism disciples appeared at the same time. Even if the winning power of Zhongyingwang is strong, they can only avoid their sharpness and dare not continue to make it.
The army of the undead blood group has long been scared by Conlan, and when he heard the command of the winning king, he dared to stay here, like the tide, and quickly retreated to the horizon.
"Want to go, how can it be so easy?"Confucius said.
Zhongyingwang’s face was slightly sinking, saying: “The undead blood group is not intended to be an enemy of Mingtang. Is the holy ancestry to take the initiative to provoke war?”
"The undead bloods are already the enemy of Mingtang when they set foot on the mainland of Kunlun."
Confucius stretched out a slender, long jade finger, in front of the fingertips, condensing a seven-colored flame.
The shape of the flame is very similar to a peacock feather. It is brightly colored and full of beauty, yet it contains a devastating terrorist force.
The feather-shaped flame flew out, rushed to the sky and fell into the blood cloud.
"Hey!"
In the twinkling of an eye, the sky of a thousand miles has completely turned into a burning sea of fire, and all the undead bloods are swallowed up.
The seven colored flames are extremely terrible. Even if the undead blood of the semi-sacred realm is a little bit touched, it will immediately turn into fly ash.
The light of the half holy light touches the flame, and it only makes a "beep" sound, and it will immediately become a blue smoke.
In an instant, in addition to the winning king, thousands of undead blood sergeants, all of which are scattered and scattered, and the gods are destroyed.
A living mouth did not stay.
You must know that among the sergeants of the undead blood, there are dozens and a half.
Zhang Ruochen’s lips moved slightly and whispered: "Peacock is open fire."
The second division smashed his eyes wide and swallowed a spit. He said: "The means of burning the sea in the legend has actually existed."
The sky is still burning, turning into red gold. From time to time, there is a ball of fire falling to the earth, causing a huge black crater on the ground.
Seeing this scene in front of him, Zhongying Wang was very angry and screamed: "Confucius, you are too much. The king will come to you for a while, but I have to look at it. How can a Mingtang ancestor be able to withstand it? ”
Zhongying Wang flew up from the white bone altar, stood in the void, and the black suffocating air from his body dispelled all the flames of the sky.
"哗-"
The armor of the winning king, emitting a scarlet radiance, flooded a hundred huge shadows, covering most of the sky.
"The god of the gods."
Two palm-sized palms, slowly raised, between the palms, a black stone monument, with a dense blood, floating on the surface of the stone.
The height of the arm of the winning king is getting higher and higher, and the volume of the black stone tablet is getting bigger and bigger. In the end, the black stone tablet has become a mountain of average size, has not yet fallen, has exuded an amazing ability to destroy the entire world.
Even with the protection of Indra, Zhang Ruochen, Da Sikong, Er Sikong, Xiao Sikong, but also feel suffocation, can only support the body, did not fall.
Kong Lanxuan is still self-conscious, saying: "The god of the gods is the first palm of the undead blood. In the same year, when the blood was alive, it was cultivated to the point where it reached its peak. It once hurt the Qing emperor. After the death of the blood for so many years, I did not expect that among the undead blood, some people will succeed in the cultivation of the gods. Unfortunately, unfortunately …… "
"What a pity?"Zhongying Wang asked.
Kong Lan said: "Although you have cultivated the gods of the gods to Dacheng, but there is not enough cultivation, the power of the law is completely erupted. You can only use the blood of the hundred sages to make this move. Compared with the blood, you are still too far away. ”
"The mouth is mad."
The hands of Zhongying Wang are intertwined and the palm print is taken down.
The huge black monument is like a meteorite outside the field that hits the earth and rushes to the ground.
It is conceivable that once the monument is landed, this area will soon become a place of death.
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