Chapter 3147 (1/2)

Earth, a total of 47 emperors.

There are 13 people in the fourth, 19 in the third, only three in the second and 12 in the first.

It's hard to compare with the hundred emperors in the divine realm. In the fifth emperor realm, there is only one Taishi in the sky.

But even so, every Emperor stands behind Qin Xuan.

The forty-seven postures are just like the great mountains in front of the fairyland.

They are the mountains of the fairyland, the mountains of the fairyland.

After the great emperors, there are saints.

Qingdi hall, the five great emperors, the three great emperors, the five fairyland regions, and a thousand saints.

There are many sages in this fairyland, and there are thousands of them, but now there are only more than a thousand left.

No one retreated and stood behind the great emperors, gazing at the hundreds of millions of gods.

Some people's momentum is like a rainbow, some people's posture is great, one respect for the emperor, one respect for the sage, it is like representing the whole fairyland.

In the divine world, eight gods, eleven gods, 100 emperors, hundreds of millions of gods, their faces changed.

Although all the emperors and saints in the fairyland are weak, they see that these great emperors and saints, each immortal, put life and death out of the world.

This momentum has just made the gods tremble.

In the divine world, the edge of the sea, Mo Xiang looked at this scene, Emperor blood boiling.

Even after many years of war, she has never seen this scene.

In my heart, the tide of blood is endless.

”Fairyland, Mo country is here!”

A long cry, far away and up, Mo Xiang foot Changhong, appear behind Qin Xuan.

She stood side by side with the emperors, and in her hands, the emperor's soldiers were in full bloom.

Suddenly, a voice rang out, ”fairyland, Emperor Qin Qinglan in!”

This voice, with joy and excitement, appeared after the saints.

However, this voice, but let too beginning dog days, even as for Qin Hao's facial expression not from tiny change.

Qin Qinglan came out of the darkness. In his hand, he was an emperor Hu.

Only Qin Xuan, eyes calm, his eyes, always above the eight Protoss.

The three God kings were severely damaged, and their breath was withered. The eight God kings were dignified, and there were hundreds of emperors with complex eyes. There were hundreds of millions of gods with hidden fear.

All the gods are in his eyes of Qin Changqing. That pair of black eyes is like the night of eternity, reflecting everything.

After Qin Qinglan's voice fell, heaven and earth were silent. For several minutes, Qin Xuan began to speak slowly.

”Immortal world, Emperor Changsheng, Qin Changqing!”

He once spoke, but he was alone, but this time, behind him, was the whole fairyland.

And he Qin Changqing, just like the peak of fairyland!

”Bad soil, bad life!”

Emperor Wuling's face is very ugly. In the divine world, these evil creatures dare to be so arrogant. They sign up and set foot in the divine land. This is a demonstration to the eight Protoss.

I don't know how many times the road of bad soil has been opened, and no living creature in bad soil has ever come to this point.

In his eyes, the sudden life and death are everywhere, and the world is roaring faintly.

”Qin Changqing, the ant of bad soil, you think that if you have such a loud voice, you can be against our eight Protoss!”

”Joke!”

The emperor Wuling moved, his body suddenly turned into ten thousand feet, and the emperor soldiers in his hand slowly rose, as if to cross the sword.

”Even ants like you dare to fight against our eight Protoss!”

”That's ridiculous. I don't know what to call it!”

Boom!

In his hand, a magic spear came out slowly, and it was huge enough. It suddenly went down to the sword Qi pass.

He is the existence of the peak of the fifth emperor, known as the first person of the eight Protoss.

Now, when you do your best, the spear falls on the sword.

It can be seen that when the spear touched the Tianguan pass of sword Qi, a crack appeared on the spear.

In a moment, in the eyes of emperor Wuling, this spear seemed to be like a real one.

There was also a huge sword, which shocked his mind and made emperor Wuling step back. His huge face was full of shock.

Qin Xuan one hand holds a sword, he light hope to that Wu Ling emperor ancestor, ”bad soil?”