Chronicles of Heaven

Demon Supreme stood on a dark magic cloud, overlooking the deep valley below.

In the glen, a dozen super giant teleportation arrays were flashing a faint light, and a large group of giant soldiers stood on the edge of the array, resisting the crazy attacks of millions of demons.

These giant soldiers stood tightly together side by side, neatly moving, as if waving a spear in their hands.

The high-pitched gunfire roared like a tiger, ripping the air, and swirling white air bursts in the air. In the uniform, high-pitched gunfire, large groups of demons rushed to death.

A spear pierced the armor of these demon soldiers, tearing their bodies through their bodies. Then the terrible gas explosion sounded from the gun heads, blasting their bodies into a mist of blood and staining the ground with blood.

The demon generals with the sacred realm gathered the army formation, and the mana of tens of thousands and hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers perfused into the body, driving the high-profile demon shadows towards the army formation of the giant deities.

The number of giant soldiers with the same number of millions raised their heads uniformly. The scarlet light flashed in their eyes, the thin, red light of the thickness of mung bean 攒 quasi hits these oncoming demons General.

Facing the precise blow of millions of giant demon soldiers, the magic treasures of these demon generals melted like the frost under the scorching sun, the armors were broken into huge caves, and then their hardened demon bodies were shot in red light. Instantly evaporates in the terrible high temperature.

Every quarter of an hour, when the density of demon sergeants in the valley increased to a certain threshold, the breastplates of these giant soldiers moved away from the left and right to reveal the dense launching nest inside, large finger thickness, and a long chaotic length. The fire crossbow roared out.

The concomitant dense explosion exploded into dense flares, and large groups of magic soldiers exploded in the flares and shattered.

The eight major conquests, such as Yin Wuyu, kept the queen troops remaining in the valley, but they were only the weakest third-class legions. They were regarded as auxiliary troops in the regular army of the magic army. They were also mixed with a large number of logistic units and assisted with various handy forces. .

The combat power of these third-rate legions is extremely limited. In the face of these actions, they are neat, unemotional, indifferent, and do not know the fear, the excitement, and the emotion of the giant soldiers without any emotional fluctuations. They seem to be rushing to the blade. The pork belly was easily cut into pieces.

Dozens of dish-shaped instruments were suspended above the heads of these giant soldiers.

The demon soldiers who died in battle, their spirits and spirits were all absorbed by these dish-shaped instruments, and only a little bit of extremely dim and extremely weak innate aura was indulged into the reincarnation.

Overlooking the battle in the valley, Devil Supreme sneered at the five avatars sneering: "Look, look, this is the greedy end ... a group of devil cubs who don't know the height and height of the earth, huh, they were cut off , Just waiting for the whole army to die. "

Shaking his head, the Supreme Devil sighed softly: "Ah, there are a few of these little cubs that I like, and I wanted to give them those daughters and granddaughters who couldn't marry them? Now it's alright, no drama . "

Hungry ghost Tao avatar licked the corner of his mouth greedily: "In other words, isn't the Wuwu country on the other side the same as us, but also from Taoism?"

Hungry ghosts looked at the dish-shaped magic instruments floating above the giant soldier army, and muttered in a low voice: "These treasures, on the battlefield, collect the spirits and blood ... They are also preparing to use these as sacrifice. Product? "

Demon Supreme squinted his eyes, looked at the battle on the battlefield for a while, and shook his head gently: "Give a message to the Eighth Party to discuss the family, and say that the best group of cubs in their family will be destroyed ... … Let the old ghosts in their family do it ... "

"Hehe, the Eight Demon statues joined forces. What is the opposite situation can be detected more or less."

Looking up, the Demon Supreme glanced at the celestial vault where Wu Tie and Gongsun Sanyang were tearing, and murmured, "What a madness is that maggot today? Grumpy, pass on my will, let Blood Sea Palace, Purdue Three old ghosts from the teaching and ecstasy buildings shot and destroyed the Fufeng dynasty. "

"Want to bring disaster to the East? Oh, let's destroy them first. Fufeng God, it should have been destroyed long ago ... Well, remember, all their clan women's family members must all be full tail ... They were all cleanly sent to Miyagi. "

"Three thousand years ago, I was besieged by twelve townsmen in the Fufeng dynasty and I was attacked by their 172 swords. At that time, I vowed that I would sleep with the women of their entire family. Man, be faithful. "

After groaning for a while, the Devil Supreme touched the **** dragon-shaped ring on his left middle finger, squinting his eyes and whispering: "In addition, secretly, take those old guys in the underground cave of the imperial city. Come out……"

Demon Supreme's body was trembling slightly, and he whispered, "As long as I can get the benefit, I care about the supreme power, foundation, or national movement of the Demon Kingdom ... Well, the Devil Dragon that has been suppressed for countless years Dragon Soul, coupled with the monument to the fall of Kowloon, I don't believe it, I can't hold back that treasure in my hand ... "

"Oh, humane holy soldier ... if you can demonize it, refine it ... haha." The Supreme Devil laughed very kindly: "In these years, the old man and I have been embarrassed, my split congenital spirit, It's time to reunite. "

In the almost broken palm of the Buddha, the witch iron looked at the glorious sword curtain that fell on the head and exclaimed: "Medical artifact, holy soldier!"

That Jin Chanchan is like a sword curtain rolled up in the sky, there are countless cities and villages, countless people of Li Min, men and women, young and old, and scholars, farmers and businessmen. They multiply, live, live and work in the boundless mountains and rivers.

Facing the loess and facing the sky, the sweaty old farmer was on the curved spine.

The complexion was red and immature, with the waist straight and the soldier wearing heavy armor holding a weapon.

A scholar holding a scroll and chanting text in pink willow green.

The hunter with a dusty face and ragged clothes running in the mountains.

The fisherman with a rusty face and a smile on his face sang a fisherman's song and shuttled on the lake.

Beasts and beasts, with a right face, argued loudly in the chapel, and even hit their heads with their heads full of blood.

There are knights with generous tragedies, assassins desperately struggling, beauties who are all over the country, and celebrities who are drunk in drama ...

They are all people.

They form a human race.

Their figures are projected into this golden sword curtain.

Brilliant, strong, imposing, and never ending. The sword curtain fell, as if the whole world fell with it.

Humanity, in this country, is the projection of heaven and earth, the attention of heaven and earth, and the protagonist of this heaven and earth.

In this sword curtain, there is no breath of the strength of the heaven and earth universe, and no rhyme infusion of the laws of heaven and earth, but when this sword curtain falls, the heaven and earth universe moves with it. The strength of the three thousand avenues and eighty-four thousand side doors, With this mighty scour down the sword curtain.

The witch iron is standing under this sword curtain, and it is fighting against this side of the world!

Gongsun Sanyang looked at the witch iron with a heartache, with a twisted smile on his handsome face: "It is too difficult to motivate this treasure. Therefore, this seat can only use the palm of the Buddha to trap you and delay you. You can only delay your actions with words. "

"However, what I said just now is mostly true."

"Tao Island, Valley of Reincarnation, the Terran's anti-Sky calculations. Before you die, you can learn these amazing secrets, and you should die too."

Gongsun Sanyang laughed loudly. In the laughter, the relatively dense merit golden light behind him was completely removed and disappeared without a trace.

The golden sword curtain was washed down by Hao Hao. The speed of the sword curtain was not fast, but the witch iron couldn't move at all. The sword curtain is still a dozen miles away from the witch iron. Numerous and square sword marks have been cracked on the witch iron's skin.

The breath of this sword is so dignified, even the sword marks left on the witch iron are smooth and stable, and the square is like a ruler.

Wu Tie laughed aloud: "How can humane merit artifacts cut me down?"

The gigantic piece of merit and golden light that resembled a large golden pancake emerged from behind the witch iron body. The sky ’s golden light and purple gas almost practically turned into a substance. The vast golden sun of merit rose to the sky and greeted the sword screen. .

Gongsun Sanyang grinned: "The merit artifact next to you may not be able to chop you ... but this saint, in that reincarnation, is already connected to his heart and soul, infected by six breaths. He is a humane saint, even more It is a matter of righteousness that the demon soldier of this seat will chop you! "

With a loud noise, the curtain of the sword tore the top of the witch iron head into a solid gold wheel of merit, a trace, inch by inch, kept falling down on the top of the witch iron head.

At the same time, the fiery lava-like golden light purple gas invaded the sword curtain continuously and poured into it. In the sword curtain, the somewhat jerky mountains and rivers, cities and towns, scholars, farmers, industry, men, women, children, etc. are just a little bit lighted up and become vivid and flexible.

The shadows in these sword curtains were originally golden, but they were covered with a shadow.

But with the mad infusion of witch iron merit, these images quickly became bright, and an unprecedented dazzling golden light burst out.

Gongsun Sanyang's face became extremely weird: "You, want to **** the holy soldier of this seat? Cut me, cut, cut ..."

Gongsun Sanyang opened his mouth, and with three "chop" words, he also spit out three essences of blood, spraying it on the sword curtain that was falling more and more slowly.

"Witch Iron, no matter who you are, no matter what your purpose here is ... I must not let you live here." Gongsun Sanyang screamed hysterically, and finally said the truth in his heart. Word: "This seat, you must not let the crazy mad women on Toshima know that I am here, and that the reincarnation reincarnation is here!"

"This seat took the human race's luck fighters from the valley of reincarnation. The plot of this seat has not been completed ... this seat, we must not let the crazy women on the island know that this seat is here!"

"Damn Fufeng God, Damn Demon Supreme, Damn ... Damn ... You all **** it!"

Gongsun Sanyang screamed hysterically: "If it wasn't for this holy soldier to act too slowly, it shouldn't have been six wheels before, but it should have killed you with a sword!"

Wu Tie looked at Gongsun Sanyang suddenly: "So it ’s the case, so much mystery, are you trying to kill people? Ha ha, are you afraid that because of me, you will be found on Jingdao? You are, you stole the holy holy soldier , Through six reincarnation, escaped here? "

With a loud noise, the hundred-mile-little small world transformed by the palm of your hand was forcibly broken by a force.

It is dark in all directions, dense and rolling like a real magic cloud. Nine large, scarlet magic dragon heads are looming in the magic cloud. Each of the nine dragon heads is 10,000 miles in diameter, and its body is unknown. Long, hidden in a magic cloud, hovering and rolling, giving a sense of inexplicable despair and oppression.

Between the heavens and the earth, there is a breath of madness, tyranny, uncertainty, distortion and chaos in the hysteria.

This is the breath of magic.

A loud roar came from 'Huha'. In the dense magic cloud, 33,333 men were standing tall and wearing thick black armor, their eyes were spitting like the dragon. The **** demon head showed his figure.

These demon heads held a dozen or so feet of long crickets, and in the slightest shake, countless twisted crickets' pale faces appeared on each side.

Gongsun Sanyang was frightened: "Junk ... what do you want to do?"

Demon Supreme and his five avatars emerged one by one in the Demon Cloud. Demon Supreme looked at the curtain of the sword slowly falling down, and said leisurely: "Oops, I also said, why do I have a human avatar for you There has never been any power of control ... feelings, did you hide this treasure? "

‘Giggle’ with a laugh, and the Supreme Devil leisurely said, “I ca n’t figure out whether this is your deity or me.”

"Well, otherwise, let's make it clear today?"

Gongsun Sanyang looked up at the golden sword.

The magnificent sword screen and the witch iron merit golden stalemate are deadlocked together, and the immense amount of merit is being injected into the sword screen crazy.

With the constant infusion of merit, the decline of the sword curtain became slower and slower.

Even with the infusion of blood from Gongsun, Sanyang and Three, the curtain of the sword has only become bigger and bigger, but the rate of decline has not increased.

The sword screen was a dozen feet above the head of the witch iron.

But looking at the speed of this decline, without a quarter of an hour's work, it is impossible for the sword curtain to fall on the witch iron head.

In the sound of "嗤嗤", the invisible sword intentions continued to scratch the witch iron's body, leaving a square of sword marks on his body surface and a strip of square flesh and blood.

The witch iron panted, the huge blood power rolled, the sword marks healed quickly, and new sword marks continued to appear.

Looking at the distorted Gongsun Sanyang, Wu Tie couldn't help laughing. "Unexpectedly, this time when I came to Fufeng Shenchao, I could see such a good show. Two people, you can understand each other and I also I'm curious what happened to you. "

With a low roar, the black sword in the witch iron's hands glowed brightly, and the monstrous killings turned into a black sword curtain rising into the sky, forcing against the slowly falling golden sword curtain.

The black and gold sword curtains were stalemate in midair, the golden sword curtains must not drop at all, and the black sword curtains must not rise at all.

Gongsun Sanyang's face turned pale for a while.