Chapter 950 (1/2)

”He, he is looking for the ninth emperor to settle the account?”

A group of monks looked at the dust in the sky in shock, and the eyes were all incredible.

Although the momentum of Chenhua just showed is very strong, it is still weak compared with the Nine Emperors.

The monks can't understand. What kind of confidence does Chenhua dare to say to the Nine Emperors?

For a while, various voices of questioning rang among the monks.

Hearing the questioning of the monks below, a haze flashed in the eyes of the dust and the blood lust was rising in the heart.

Blood brake spirit insect can not be questioned!

Click!

”How dare you question me for this group of wastes...”

Chenhua hands clenched his fist, and the bone clicked. A powerful momentum came out of his body. The surrounding spirit suddenly became heavy and heavy, and pressed on the shoulders of each monk, making the monks' body tremble and shiver.

”This, this force...” The monk lifted his head stiff, looked at the dust in horror, and his forehead was sweating.

”What are you kidding and kidding This, this kind of oppression, even, Lian...... ” Countless monks can not speak clearly, and the brain is blank. Even breathing becomes difficult in the pressure of the dust and the momentum.

”Even nine emperors have never had such a momentum!” The monk roared out with all his strength. His body's mental power immediately consumed a whole while, and he could not bear the momentum of dust. He fell down to the ground, his hands on the ground, his mouth gasping for breath, his face red, and his eyes full of fear.

”Good, terrible!”

It seems that only kneeling down can it be supported in this repressive momentum.

With the first nun kneeling down, one after another was under the terror of dust, he bent down his knee and couldn't stand.

The momentum of dust bloom now radiates, just like the ancient monarch, let people have to worship.

For a while, all the monks around the dust house manor knelt down!

All people are struggling to look up, looking at the dust in the sky, the heart of a bad feeling.

”Nine Emperors It's not going to lose, right? ”

”What should he do for the Lord nine, with such a strong momentum?”

”Yes, evil If the nine emperors are finished, then we...... ”

The monks' hearts were full of deep worries. Before, the confidence in the strength of the Nine Emperors began to melt.

The momentum of dust bloom is too strong, subverting their cognition.

”Nine Emperors How do you feel? ” Seeing that all the monks knelt down, Chenhua felt great satisfaction in his heart, and became very comfortable. Then he looked at Zhang Ziling and asked.

”It's not bad.”

Zhang Ziling was also naturally oppressed by the momentum of dust and Hua, and was still 100 times more pressure than other monks.

But Zhang Ziling is like a nobody, and he is not affected by it.

”It is no doubt that it is the ninth Emperor It's all that way, and it's still a bit of a change. ” Chenhua looked at Zhang Ziling's relaxed appearance, and he laughed out, ”I finally understand how far the gap between our dust family and you is.”

”With this level of power It's still too easy to destroy a super power. ” Chen Hua looks at his pale palm infatuated, and says it in a soft and feminine way.

For the words of Chenhua, Zhang Ziling did not respond, but with a faint smile on his face, he looked at the dust.

The blood wings behind the dust bloom slowly fan, and the surrounding spiritual force fluctuates along the action of the dust, like waves scattered around, and the ripples appear to be spreading in the night sky.