Chapter 1795: Why dont you worship when you see the angel? (2/2)
After all, under the influence of the stars, there are a lot of middle-level faces.
”Humph!”
”This is just a low-level plane. It would be nice to have a warrior with a preliminary spirit. Do you think that it is impossible to create a spirit king in the low-level plane?”
”No matter what today, I will destroy this low plane and bury him with Lei Er!”
The middle-aged man with long blue hair groaned loudly, killing all over the body.
He suffered the pain of bereavement, but he didn't have much reason.
”The patriarch's analysis is also correct. Perhaps the group of blue demon spirits outside the plane are just passing by.”
The warrior sighed and retreated.
”There are a lot of initial breaths of spirits in the East, and breaths of the spirit-level strong?”
”The killer who killed Leir must be in it, follow me!”
The cyan middle-aged man released a vast spiritual consciousness, and suddenly his eyes were vigorous, rushing towards Wujimen with all the martial artists.
...
Rumble!
When these warriors left the battlefield outside the territories and landed on the True Spirit Continent, the terrifying spirit-order breath swept away, the mountains and rivers shattered, and the sun and moon were dark.
Thunder and light above the sky dome, with unparalleled dignity and mightiness, did not know how many cities were turned into fly ash.
”God, where did these warriors come from? Are they all emperors?”
”No, I have seen the emperor before, these warriors are much stronger than the emperor.”
...
No matter where the warrior is on the True Spirit Continent, they are all kneeling down on the ground, their bodies shattered, their faces full of despair.
Even if you are a half emperor, they are like ants, and there is no comparison at all.
At the most turbulent moment in the history of the True Spirit Continent, Wuji Gate was also silent.
Because the terrifying atmosphere that is raging in the true spirit continent is rushing towards them at an alarming speed.
despair!
Weak!
These breaths are really terrible. From a distance, they sent their souls to tremble, and they couldn't even raise the slightest sense of war.
”This……”
Even Duan Mukun was pale, and his breathing became heavy.
He found himself too naive!
There are too many strong men coming to the True Spirit Continent, and the breath is extremely terrifying.
Even if Xiao Ye can really take out the treasure and let him break through again, his emperor can't fight any one of them, because the gap is too big.
”The ants of the lower plane, I am the Lei patriarch of the middle day feather plane.”
”Who killed my son, stand up for me now, or you will all die!”
At this moment, a thunderous thunderous sound suddenly spread. Everyone was so unstable that they fell and fell to the ground. Numerous buildings in the gate of Wuji Men were blown.
After counting the interest, I saw that two thousand martial artists, headed by middle-aged men with long blue hair, had landed over Wuji City.
The middle-aged man with long blue hair carried his hands on his back, and his cold eyes looked down. The terrifying momentum was released, leaving everyone on the ground, even Duanmukun.
”You can get to the real spirit continent so quickly. Presumably you should be a mid-plane family in the Blue Devils.”
”Then you see the angel... why don't you worship?”
A long voice spread, and at the same time a force propped up the defense, blocked all the momentum, and made this middle-aged man glance.
(End of this chapter)