Chapter 7282 (1/2)
”Jiuyang Tianbei!”
With a sneer in the sky, nine steles appear behind him.
”The great demon inscription!”
A series of black inscriptions covered the body of Lingxiao.
At this moment, Lingxiao incarnates as a terrible demon, and the huge blade in his hand continuously drops the terrible magma.
”Demon soldiers, magic generals, kill!”
With a wave of his hand, the devil will fly out behind him.
Not only is the number of soldiers stronger than that day.
The spirit of Tianbei, stolen from goodwill, is more powerful than goodwill.
It has to be said that it is a satire to goodwill.
It's a satire to the Shang people.
It is also a satire to the old man of Bahuang.
”You see, old man Bahuang, the talent of this boy is amazing. I'm afraid no one can match him in all ages.
You really missed it. ”
Red granny looked at the old man and said.
”Well, the battle is not over. It's not sure who wins or loses.”
Of course, old man Bahuang also saw the terror of Lingxiao, but he had already made a choice, so it was impossible to change it.
And he firmly believes that if Lingxiao cultivation can not be promoted, then the improvement of strength will be limited.
There is absolutely no way to compare it with goodwill in the future.
”It's terrible, high up in the sky! His stele obviously suppresses the goodwill
”Yes, I have never seen such a terrible young man.”
The crowd was amazed.
Before, they also doubted whether Lingxiao could defeat the goodwill.
But now, they have no doubt at all.
”I'm the only one in the eight wasteland. Kill!”
Goodwill finds that its natural army and natural general are not as good as those in the sky.
In his rage, he killed him.
”I am the only one in heaven and earth, kill!”
Lingxiao also roared and killed him.
It was as if the generals of the two armies had collided.
The battle between archangels and trolls.
It was supposed to be a fight.
Only a moment later, however, goodwill was blasted out, and white blood splashed across the sky.
”You can't do it.”
Lingxiao stands aloof and looks at the goodwill coldly.
Suppression, absolute repression.
”It looks more terrible than longchen and the ancient autumn moon.”
”Yes, it's so easy to suppress goodwill, probably because of his martial spirit.”
It is also the spirit of Tianbei, but the spirit of Lingxiao is stronger, so the goodwill is too oppressive.
In the eyes of the fallen goodwill, there is a crazy killing intention.
He knew that it was absolutely impossible to win on his own.
The strength of the sky is beyond expectation.
”I want you dead!
The power of antiquity
With a roar, the body of goodwill begins to change.
The hair turned white.
There was a terrible force in him.
This power, over billions of years, can destroy anything.
The power of antiquity is the power of decaying years.
”Back off!”
The sky roared violently.
The martial arts players are far away from the ring arena.
But the others are not so lucky.
Some soldiers who had no time to escape were turned into dead bones by the force of ancient times.
”Waste God, kill!”
There are countless terrible inscriptions that encapsulate goodwill.
The body of goodwill suddenly becomes enormous.
One blow, all the strength of the passing years.
Can rot everything, destroy everything.
”You give him the power of this taboo, you old lunatic. It will destroy him.”
Red granny looked at the old man of Bahuang and frowned.
”Hum!”
The old man of the eight wastelands snorted coldly that the power of the ancient times must have a strong force of life or eternal power to fight against its side effects.
If not, every time you use it, you will be aging for at least a hundred years.