Chapter 3143 (1/2)
Hundreds of millions of gods are in the army, and the eleven gods are in the army.
What a terrible battle it is. Even in any era before the fairyland, it is almost irresistible.
In the fairyland, the ninth ancestor, who was regarded as the peak in many eras, was only in the fifth emperor realm.
The breath of terror is like a dragon, like a storm, sweeping through the darkness, into the road of the cracked earth.
The eleven divine kings are even more in the eyes, and the eight divine kings are overlooking the cracks of that day.
”If someone hadn't made trouble, the road of bad soil would have closed this time!”
”It seems that all the gods and emperors in the previous eight God cities have disappeared!”
”It's just bad soil. It's a disgrace to our eight Protoss. If this matter is known to the king, our eight Protoss will also be severely punished!”
The king of God was opening his mouth, and the sound of his door slowly spread to the hundreds of millions of gods behind him.
The faces of many gods are changing. When Wang Tu is angry, his family is overthrown.
In the eyes of many gods, there were terrible murders and more anger.
Anger, if spread, almost a moment later, in the eyes of hundreds of millions of gods, it is full of anger.
”Kill
Suddenly, one of the gods opened his mouth, and his voice broke the silence of the world.
A kill word, the way to do the anger and kill in the heart.
Then, hundreds of millions of gods spoke almost at the same time.
”Kill
Hundreds of millions of people speak together, how terrible.
The whole world is shaking and killing. Anger is burning.
The voice of God is not scattered, straight into the cracks of that day, in the endless darkness, like the immortal world, shaking all living beings.
There was a smile on the face of the king of the eight Protoss, and one of them seemed to order.
Boom!
In that darkness, suddenly a startled awn came, this startled awn, just like breaking the dawn of darkness.
The eleven great God kings were staring, and one of them gave a cold hum.
Immediately, there will be divine power, a hand down, easily, then crushed that a startling mang.
In the eyes of hundreds of millions of gods, the immortal Miscanthus is broken. In the dark, a figure comes out slowly from the dark.
This is just one person, dressed in white Emperor's clothes, with hair on his temples.
That pair of red eyes, reflecting the eleven gods, over a hundred emperors, hundreds of millions of gods.
The comer, looking at the divine world and the living beings, slowly breathes out a breath.
”This is the divine world?”
There was a faint smile on his face.
The next moment, his hands a shock, sleeves, there is a long red gold cloth floating out, wrapped in the arms above.
At the same time, a pair of emperor soldiers appeared in his hands.
There are two guns, one is red, and the other is black, which is like the endless stars.
The spear tassel is like blood, stirring faintly.
”The ants in the bad soil dare to enter my holy soil!”
Among the eleven gods, a touch of disdain flashed in the eyes of the feather gods.
He realized the strength of the comer, but in the fourth empire.
This is the top power of fairyland!?
It's ridiculous. It's just the fourth emperor's territory, and he dares to fight each other.
There was also a faint smile on the faces of the other ten God kings. They dared to enter the divine world by the way of bad soil. They thought how strong they could be. It was just the fourth emperor's realm. It was just ugly.
Even with such a force, the last bad land road of the eight Protoss was defeated, and hundreds of millions of creatures were almost breathless again?
With guns in both hands, the visitors glanced over the gods one by one.
Suddenly, red pupil White Emperor clothes, a vast momentum, suddenly out.
”Immortal world, Emperor Haotian!”
”May I ask you who can kill your own emperor?”
Qin Hao is talking. He looks at the eleven great gods, over a hundred gods and hundreds of millions of creatures, but he laughs.
The posture and manner almost made hundreds of millions of gods angry.
That is, the faces of the eleven great gods are a little gloomy.
”Just ants, dare to be rampant!”
”To die!”