Chapter 2816 (1/2)

Hum!

The sound of a bell vibrates the darkness, and the city of God is buried.

The sound of the bell is the light God Emperor wood of the fourth emperor, whose branches are vanishing into nothingness.

Bang Bang

Glory splashed in the city, a god of blood fell.

Just a bell sound, like a butcher's knife, fell in this feather God city.

The shrill scream is even more in the city of feather God.

The whole city, before the gods are still spitting evil words, thinking that those who come will die, the next moment, the city's tragic situation, like a god purgatory.

It's as if Qin's eyes were like a bell in front of the tomb.

The palm of the right hand, gather the eternal imperial power.

One hand is like an immortal kneading formula, standing in front of the immortal burial bell.

The vast Dili, flying out of the palm of his hand, bombarded the immortal burial bell.

Boom!

A vast bell is ringing again on this sacred city.

The second ring, immortal cut God!

The sound of the bell was even more terrible, and almost spread to half of the city.

As if the emperor was trembling on the rough sea, just like the trembling branches.

There are cracks on the branches that gather light.

This is the case with the light God, not to mention the gods in the city.

When the second bell rang through the darkness, some gods, before they could react to it, would directly shake and extinguish it into a blood mist, like brilliance, falling in the holy city.

Starting from Qin Xuan's foothold in the city wall, the body of the deity exploded and annihilated, and even cracks appeared on the core of the deity.

”Under the crown of divine wood!”

Far away from Qin Xuan, a Holy Spirit opens his mouth and looks at the light God, Emperor mu, the guardian of the feather Protoss.

The light God Emperor wood also roared wildly in the sound of the bell.

”I dare to be such a villain!”

The evil people were slaughtered in the city, and they were killed by the gods.

If this matter is known by the God King of the feather Protoss, it will pay a great price for it.

Qin Xuan looks at the bell of the eternal burial God roaring, but in his dark eyes, he is indifferent and merciless.

When the gods were buried, he had no mercy at all.

He is Qin Changqing, who has always given all sentient beings a wisp of benevolence, but this does not include the gods.

The great disaster, the gods, the immortal beings, the hatred is too big, that is not the sea of blood.

In the pre ancient era, the trillion or even billions of gods who fell under the so-called gods were buried in the immortal earth in the great calamity.

There are more than hundreds of pre ancient eras buried in the great calamity.

It's a death grudge. There's no mercy.

Qin Xuan looked at the anger of emperor Guangshen wood. On the branch where the crack of emperor Guangshen wood was growing, there were strands of golden fire.

These sacred fire, as if with this light God Emperor wood for the body, like flowers, blooming in the dark.

Qin Xuan looked at the beautiful fire, but there was no appreciation in his eyes.

He just moved again, square with his feet and round with his hands.

One person seems to gather heaven and earth. One person seems to be a real heaven and earth.

Qin Xuan can't see any emotion in his eyes. His hands bombard the bell of the long life burial God.