Chapter 2777 (1/2)

Qin Xuan said this in divine language.

When these words fall, thirty-six pairs of horrible eyes in the whole Fengshen town will imitate the Buddha statue and burn in the sun.

Fengshenze is boiling, and the divine power is surging.

”The ants of the scoundrel!”

There is a roar of God in the world. With the lifting of a large area of divine power, a huge axe tears a crack in the seal of God.

Boom!

This axe cut off the power of the ancient heaven. Even the great emperor of the third emperor could not shake his power.

God's anger is nothing more than this, fengshenze, daoze, heaven and earth, space At this moment, they are all broken by this axe.

Qin Xuan faced the axe awn, and the ancient sword slowly fell into his hands.

Eternal sword formula!

A sword is as cold as snow.

It's like a huge axe colliding with the snow light. The whole fengshenze has sunk at this moment.

Qin Xuan also moved, behind chaos boundary wing slowly one earthquake.

In a moment, the vast spear of Shenze fell to the place where he was originally located, above the fengshenze. Qin Xuan's wings crossed thousands of miles and appeared in front of a god of the third emperor.

This is a two-sided giant, aware of Qin Xuan's action, the eight arms like a cage, impressively will Qin Xuan shrouded in.

Boom!

When the sword awn suddenly rises, the arms are cut like clay sculptures.

God's blood poured down on God's Ze, boiling to the extreme, like lava.

On the ancient swords, there is some heat.

From the blood of the God, Qin Xuan came out in white, which was a sword.

Poof!

Under this sword, the head of both sides was suspended.

Qin Xuan's left hand burst into the head of the spirit. In the palm of his hand, one of them is the size of a fist and has 64 sides. The core of the spirit floats in the palm of Qin Xuan's hand.

God's blood, dyed under the sleeves, drips down Qin Xuan's Immortal Emperor's clothes.

Qin Xuan stands on fengshenze, holding a sword in one hand and shattering the head of the God in the other hand. It turns into blood fog.

He came out of the blood fog and looked at the angry eyes.

Calm eyes, at this moment, also seems to ignite a wisp of flame.

The green and white fire is as quiet as a burning God.

”Angry? Have you ever been angry with those creatures who were slaughtered like pigs and sheep? ”

Qin Xuan forehead first low Nan, Mou son inside, as if is real anger.

The fury of immortals!

Once upon a time, in this world, these so-called gods killed everywhere, bleeding and sculling.

Women and children, the old, the strong, the weak The fate of all living beings is nothing but a grim smile of these gods.

With the sound of Qin Xuan's words, the whole fengshenze seems to be trembling, and the broken locks of heaven vibrate and resonate with Qin Xuan.

This is the way of heaven in that era. It saw, saw the so-called gods killing the world.

Foot fairy blood, crushing the innocent bodies, until trampled into mud.

Qin Xuan's eyes swept over the thirty-five gods one by one, ”although angry and desperate, just like in the past, in your hands, the dead at your feet!”

Boom!

Changsheng broke the hijacking volume, in Qin Xuan's body crazy operation, the emperor's blood in the crazy flow.

In his Dantian, the origin of the great emperor has opened his eyes.

Endless eternal imperial power gushes out of Qin Xuan's body and condenses into the emperor's appearance.