v7 Chapter 369： Comes like a god (1/2)
Xiao Chen's hand flashed a little light, and a wine jar appeared in his hand. He reached out and lined it up to reveal which sticky wine cream was in it. This was Yaowang wine. W]. > 8] 1] ＺW. Com
Take a high-footed wine glass as a spoon, dig and take it, and the wine cream melts at the mouth, but at this moment, there is no smell of wine, and some are just endless sour.
Xiao Chen was silent, one jar of medicine king wine was exhausted for a while, and then the second and third altars were taken out. Until his body was full of wine and his face turned red, but his eyes were as cold as the stars and shining like an endless deep sea. It was cold.
”Xiao Chen cultivated his life and made very few friends sincerely. Fu Daoyou is the only friend I have made in my ancestral city. Now that you are strangling to death at Jade Palace, Xiao Chen will surely collect blood debts for you.”
”I lived in vain, repaired and abolished, and almost decayed. I promised him not to be humiliated in this life, and now I want to recover his hatred for him.”
”When I first entered the ancestral city, there were a lot of calculations, inquiries in the elders' hall, calculations on the Renyuan Tower, poisonous hands on the Renyuan Avenue ... in the Five Elements Realm, I was almost dead!”
Xiao Chen lifted up, a hint of killing came out.
”The Lord of Hanlin, you have a lot of assaults, Xiaomou and you are completely liquidated today.”
But before that, there are still some people who need to be killed!
In the low groan, his foot stepped forward, the figure directly tore through the space and disappeared, reappearing on the vast sky, the body breath burst without reservation, mixed with endless evil spirit, straight into the sky!
Footsteps, thinking about the direction of the ancestral city, walking step by step.
Today he is going to let blood soak into the sky!
Above the void, the wind blew, and a monk in a blue robe walked towards the ancestral city, his face calmed, his eyes clear.
This sudden burst of breath instantly made countless monks in the entire ancestral city sing together!
After a lapse of many years, Xiao Chen returned again, carrying a monstrous murderous power, just like the sick **** who wields a sickle, in order to reap endless souls in this world.
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The Ghost King is located outside the ancestral city. Because of the power of the Zongmen Ghost King covering the sky, the mountain gate lingers in the dark and thick black mist all year round. Five lonely peaks stand up from the ground, and they look like a sky to the sky. Bone claws!
But today's ghost king sect is full of endless dignity, countless monks of the ghost king sect have gone out of the gate, guarding the large gates of the sect gate, and pushing the power of the gang to the extreme state!
In the thick black mist, five heavenly ghosts who have been sacrificed by the ghost king ancestors have opened their teeth and claws, screaming and roaring.
But even so, Ghost King Ghost Li couldn't get to Dim Sum, leading many elders to worship Ghost King's Peak, all of them looked ugly, and there was a fear in their eyes flashing from time to time. Uneasy.
At this moment, a mighty coercion suddenly came down, and even if the ghost king covered the sky, he could not completely isolate the coercion. Five sky ghosts roared and roared immediately above the clouds, although they were still cold and quiet, but fell into the ears of Gui Li and others, but they were easily aware of the fear and fear.
coming!
Gui Li suddenly lifted up, showing endless killings in his eyes!
Outside of the Ghost King, Xiao Chen stopped and felt the mighty power in front of him. His face was calm and he faintly spoke: ”Ghost King Zong secretly instructed the monks under the door to indirectly and directly kill more than 1,000 monks in Xiao House. When they died!”
The voice was calm, but under the blessing of mana, it roared like a god, and the sound of the waves rolled wildly and swept wildly in all directions, shrouded in hundreds of millions of places, and clearly passed into the ears of every monk.
The next moment, he stretched out with one hand, tearing the dark mist in front of him!
Click!
Click!
The ghost king Zhetian array, based on the five yin mountains of the Ghost King Zong, fused with the strength of tens of thousands of monks, was torn apart without any resistance.
puff!
puff!
Above the Five Peaks, all the monks who guarded the large formation were instantly pale at this moment. If their bodies were severely hit, blood spewed out, and the breath went down.
Xiao Chen ’s consciousness exploded and turned into an overwhelming tide, which suddenly swept across the entire ghost king sect. Any monk could not escape, and suddenly looked at the main peak, and shot down with one palm.
The tremor of the void, the endless spiritual powers madly gathered, and turned into a party to cover the sky above the clouds, mixed with the mighty and irresistible force, and shot it outright!
boom!
The palm fell, the loud noise shook the sky, the earthquake shook, and only five of the five peaks of the ghost king were left. The main peak that gathered all the strong kings of the ghost king was touched by this palm, and all the powerful ghost kings fell together. .
”From now on, there will be no vein of ghost kings in this world!”
Xiao Chen drank coldly, kept at his feet, and passed through the clouds in the countless sight of the monk of the ghost king, and continued on.
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Yinyue Sect, its lord and elders sensed the breath of destruction from the Ghost King Sect, their bodies were stiff, and they collapsed on the seat. The robe was still soaked with sweat and pale, and it seemed to have lost all its power. .
After a few breaths, the monarch of Yinyue suddenly lifted up, hissing and roaring in his mouth, ”My ancestor Jade Palace implied that he had shot against Xiao Mansion, and now faced with revenge, how can they see death!”
”The horse uploaded the letter jade palace mansion, begging the jade ancestor to take the shot, and now only he can shelter my ancestor!”
But at this moment, the elder's lips were narrow and bitter, ”It's late ...”