v7 Chapter 121： All races (1/2)
[Apologize for yesterday's incident, the third more, wait for a chapter. Bayi. 8] 1] ＺW. COM
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Above Jiu Xiao, there are demon clouds rolling endlessly, and a figure roaring forward along the giant monsters thousands of feet away. The monster has a flat body and wings on its back. It is covered with cyan feathers all around. A pair of golden eyes are sharp, and a touch of evil is permeated in it.
The wings lifted and penetrated for thousands of miles, and the wings fell for thousands of miles.
During the shooting, the distance within 2ooo passed in an instant, and the speed was as fast as a thunder, like a sharp arrow from a string, piercing the clouds and whistling forward.
However, if you look closely, you can see that behind this thousand demon monsters, there are actually three monks standing silently, all looking cold and standing against the wind, letting the wind blow, stir the blue shirt, and grow long.
Of these three, two of them are exactly the same, even the breath is not a little different, as if carved out of a mold. Both of them have a beautiful complexion, pale skin, but a pair of eyes that are as bright as stars. There are faint stars across their eyes. The mystery is like a star trail, which makes people fall into it, as if they are completely lost. Sink forever.
The other person was thin, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but his narrow eyes were cold and without any temperature. Although the corner of his mouth was smiling, the breath in this person's body was like the bottom of the earth, and it was like the sky above. It was extremely cold.
A fascinating magic, slowly hovering around the three.
The destiny twins, the demon genius, have strange means, control the power of destiny in the underworld, and kill the rivals' destiny twins by invisible means.
King Arabesque, the genius of the demon tribe, the true heir of the demon tribe, has a cold heart, and his sexuality kills his opponent with an unstoppable attack.
These three people have a huge reputation in today's ethnic battlefield!
”This time in the Shangyuan auction hall, the orders of the members of the board of directors are very clear, and they bought the demon ancestral fountain at all costs.”
”There must not be any difference in this matter.” The Arabesque King slowly spoke, although his voice was pleasant, but it was as cold as a blade, without any temperature.
The two destiny twins are like one. At this moment, they frowned, and said lightly, ”My demon relic cannot be succeeded by others, and King Arabesque is assured.”
Having said nothing, there was no more speech between the two parties, and they rode on the giant birds and monsters and went straight to the place where the auction was held.
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boom!
boom!
boom!
The loud noise burst, the sky shook, and a huge figure roared across the mountains. Ancient trees, rocks, and rivers could not be stopped at all. They were all pulled up, broken, and broken!
The billowing magic is thick and dripping like black ink, exuding an endless manic and overbearing atmosphere.
In this billowing magic pack, a giant monster with a twin head and a height of 2ooo strides forward. The soles of the ** 's feet have good claws, which can easily pierce into the rocks. With a little force, they can pass endlessly. distance.
In the sound of heavy breathing, all the magical gas turned into a plume of smoke being sucked into the body by this monster, and then sprayed out, and the turbulent surrounding magical gas became more and more rolling.
On the shoulders of the 2ooo boss monster, there is a monk wrapped in strong magic.
These two people are exactly the genius of the Devil to kill the sky and the demon king of fear!
Killing the sky, descendants of the blood of the demon royal family, the real name of the demon, practiced in the demon perilous refining tower for thousands of years, the combat strength is fierce, and the fierce bloodthirsty is the horrible existence of discolored monks in the ethnic battlefield. .
This person is burly and full of blood. Although there is no trace of breath in his body, he has his own strong and extreme evil spirit that lingers around his body, and makes him look pale as he approaches.
The Dread Demon King, although it is not a royal blood, is a genius of the Fear Demon family. He focuses on the damage of the gods and is best at swallowing other people's gods to strengthen his body. He is one of the few people in the devil who is proficient in the way of the gods.
Unlike the ordinary Demon Clan's physical strength, this feared Demon clan looks rather weak, with only a pair of eyes scattered with light blood and strange.
”Fear the demon, my holy artifacts have been separated for tens of thousands of years, and so far they have not been able to collect them all. This auction, you and I have been supported by the ethnic group, and will be brought back to the ethnic group at all costs.”
Si Mo opened his mouth low, his voice was deep and thick, exuding an endless domineering atmosphere. It seemed that the whole world was not taken into account by the whole world.
”Sir Lord Master, rest assured that this time we will go with the mighty power, the holy relic must be taken away, otherwise God will stop killing God and Buddha will stop killing Buddha!”
The Dread Lord arched his hand slightly and whispered.
The demons pay attention to the bloodline. Even if the Dread Demon King has the combat power not less than that of Si Mo, but because of the coercion on the bloodline, he still needs to maintain a certain respect for him.
Under the huge sound of the double horror monsters, the conversation between the two was clear and audible, tumbling with the sky, roaring like thunder, roaring like a demon, and amazing!
The magic gas billowed, gathered in the magic cloud, spreading infinitely cold slaughtering and moving fast.
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The sky was dark, the light flashed, and the endless thunder of roar burst between the collisions, reflecting the whole sky.
Under this thundercloud, among the thunder, a monk in a silver robe strolled forward, and as his footsteps fell, the surrounding thunder instantly came together, turning into a foothold under his feet for him to step on. This person, like the ancient thunder god, can control Thunder as his slave.