Martial God Conqueror

The first thousand and eighty-three chapters: different fire spirits [three more]

The first thousand and eighty-three chapters: the different fire spirits [three more].

The purple robe man squatted in all directions, and the voice echoed in all directions.

"Haha, it’s the Lord of the Temple!"

Dongli carving, Wu Masheng, Tao Yu and other surprises, one by one excited, and the overbearing purple robe youth in addition to the little temple owner, who else.

"It’s really a time for this kid to come, but it’s not hurting from the fire, but Xuanmiao Wuzun’s peak, but also with a different fire, will be a little conceited, and Zijin Tianzhu is a treasure!”

The purple face is not good-looking, but the face is also showing a happy color. Looking at the purple-robed youth who suddenly appeared, but it is also slightly condensed, and it is violent from the inflammation, and he has a few hearts.

"Du Shaohao, that is the devil Wang Du Shaozhen!"

"It doesn't seem to be three-headed and six-armed.

With the appearance of the purple robe youth, surrounded by people and people, suddenly someone recognized the demon king Du Shaoqi and was surprised.

Then a gaze was even more horrified and looked up. Some people were curious and some were puzzled.

The name of the devil, Du Shaoqi, especially the horror of the rumors, makes people have to be curious.

Around the mottled square, within a strong lineup, there are also many unseen young men and women in the eyes of the eyes, carefully looking at the purple robe youth.

"Come on!"

On a mountain peak, a blonde red robe youth looked at the top of the square, and the eyes of the gods were beautiful. It was the big wheel that taught the Son to leave the Red Phoenix.

"This guy has appeared."

Not far away, a bald youth with a pair of glare eyes squinting, the vermilion brocade dress is fretting, the crystal clear skin is faint and lustrous, and the whole person fluctuates with a unique momentum. He is infinitely teaching the nine spirits.

"One trick, no damage from inflammation, but Xuanmiao Wuzun peak."

On a hill, a graceful woman with empty eyes and clear eyes, her eyelashes are deep and her face is super-dusty.

The woman's light yellow dress fluttered in the wind, and the black hair of the ink was soft and smooth, elegant and noble, just like the immortality, not the dust, she is the Xiandumen Jiang Ruolin.

"A trick, can you really!"

On a boulder, the first one of the twenty-five-year-old white-young youths, a pair of purple-looking youngsters who could look through the resilience of the reincarnation, looked at the purple-robed youth in the front half of the sky. If it was like a cold star, the contour of the side face was like a knife, giving a kind of Extremely sharp feeling.

On the back of the young man's shoulders, carrying a three-handed sword with a sheath, like a fan-shaped unfolding, released a terrible and fierce breath, he is the name of Hui Jianmen.

"You are that Du Shao?"

Above the emptiness of the mottled square, the purple robe youth in the air and in the air, the surrounding voices have already guessed the identity of the coming, and the arrogance of the arrogant, let him also secretly and automatically look forward to the hot expectations.

"Do not change the name, do not change the surname, Du Shaozhen is also, if you can tie me with me, my **** soldiers are yours, otherwise, I will roll back to Ganzhou!" Du Shaohao overbearing.

"The tone is not small, I am afraid that the strength is not enough!"

From the inflammation and injury, he looked down on Du Shaoqi, the body of the flames hunters hunting, the momentum is invincible, Shenwu Fenghua!

For the sake of inflammation, he naturally heard of the name of the demon king Du Shaoqi, and also knows that the devil Wang Du Shaoqi is the person of the Seven Star Temple.

But he is not afraid. He has never encountered an adversary in the younger generation. Even before the end of the battle with the hundred miles, it is not a winner.

He is full of fire, so he has self-sustaining arrogance and capital!

"The strength is not enough. You will know if you have a move. Let you shoot first. Otherwise, you will not even have a chance to shoot!"

Du Shaozhen took a look at the inflammation and did not hurt, and did not move, the foot is empty, and the words are overbearing.

Around the world, the two young men are one of the thirteen heroes, and they are now in the opposite direction.

Those younger generations can grow into terrible existence in the future without any surprises!

Listening to Du Shaoxuan's words, the look of inflammation is getting more and more gloomy, but the breath of the body is getting hotter and hotter.

From small to large, who dares to yell at him like this, some older generations of strong people see him, but also taboo to avoid, on this day of the mainland, he even fought out the name of Hehewei.

He is one of the thirteen gods and is the strongest in the younger generation of Zhangzhou!

"Du Shaohao, you angered me, even so, then I will fulfill you!"

Under the gloomy complexion, as the body's breath is getting hotter and hotter, it is no longer possible to suppress it from the inflammation. The red hair flutters and the sun shines like a hot flame. It is like two large pieces in the eye. The sea of ​​fire.

The handprints condensed, and the inflammation was not hurt. The handprints were condensed. On the palm of his hands, a strange red flame began to appear. It was like a flame in the palm of the heart, and the air was roaring around, but the red flame was never Extinguished.

With the condensation of the fingerprints in the palm of the hand, the reddish flame temperature fluctuated wildly, and the flames roared and began to spread around.

"He is not hurt by inflammation, he is urging a different fire!"

Looking at the red flame that was covered by the inflammation at the moment, many strong people around him immediately moved.

"It’s the peak of the human nature, and it’s enough to match the talent.”

"Different fires are even more terrible. They can burn everything. The general Wu Zun under the fire is also burned to death!"

There are strong people around the horror, and some strong people understand the different fires, which is even more shocking.

“I also want to know, what step does the Shaolin have now?”

In the ancient Tianzong, Jinpeng Zun was without any worry, only curiosity.

"That guy will never fight unprepared, it will be unlucky."

Yin Mochen, Si Ruofeng and other ancient Tianzong disciples watched the square tightly, and there was not much worry.

For them, that one of the purple robe youths has not lost in the same generation, why fear that it is not hurt.

"The gods are extraordinary, they should be refining the Xiahou Fenglei, the absolute treasure, it seems that it will fall in the hands of my holy sage!"

There is a mountain, many eyes show a faint smile, a strong person has long been eyeing the purple gold wide sword.

They are the strongest of the saints, and they use different fires at the moment. The final strength is terrible. They know best.

Let's not say that the devil, Du Shaoqi, can not be an enemy of inflammation and harmlessness. This is above the Kyushu. Among the peers, who can defeat the fire that is not damaging? This is absolutely impossible.

The mottled square is empty, and the red flame spreads from the inflamed and unharmed body. A terrible hot energy smashes, and the raging ones boil out.

The flames plucked out, and the sound of 'Hula La' was issued in the void. It was so hot and terrible that people would burn the skin and the gods would wither.

"Honglian Tianhuo, gathering the fire of the sky!"

Suddenly, from the inflammation and harmless drink, the body's light red flame accompanied by runes, and finally centered around the whole body, gathered into a huge number of dozens of flames, like a mountain, like a mountain, the horrible temperature Spread out from the whole body.

"A terrible atmosphere!"

The huge body of the flame appeared, and many people's mouths were open, and the eyelids suddenly shrank, and the breath made the soul wither.

"A terrible breath, a fire that condenses the body, and a person who is not a perfect person can't condense. It's terrible to get rid of inflammation. It's one of the thirteen gods."

Some of the strong people are well-informed, and they can see at the moment that the moment is not terrible.

Du Shaozhen did not move, just quietly watching the smoldering flames in the body, but also able to feel the terrible hot air that spread from the huge flame at the moment, so that the brow was also moved. move.

The huge flame body overlooks Du Shaoxuan, and the body of the huge body is not hurt. The void is slightly distorted, and the hot atmosphere is constantly fluctuating, turning into a rolling flame, sweeping out like a wave.

"Kid, you have to pay for your actions!"

He was screamed away from the inflammation, and under the astounding eyes around him, the huge body rushed out and pressed against Du Shaoying’s figure.

"Booming!"

The huge body traversed in the void, like a meteorite falling, the terrible breath is like the arrival of Thor, letting people can't help but tremble with fear.

I am afraid that it is the same level of cultivation at this moment, just under the pressure of such terrible breath, it is enough to be destroyed by life.

And the terrible breath and the fierce flames of the rolling, even in an instant is in front of Du Shaohao!