Storm of Kings

When those eight-winged heavenly demons exploded at the same time, the two masters of Zheng Mo had the hearts of cursing mothers.

Who is this? Really willing to invest, don't you think about it for yourself? Coming so suddenly will become the enemy of everyone present.

Of course, no matter how much you hate behind the scenes, the premise is to survive such a violent explosion.

If you accidentally hang up, I'm sorry! Everything is gone, I really want to hate the sky and the earth, worthy of the name of hating the sky.

The explosion came too suddenly and too violently, and few cultivators present were ready. While everyone's heads were stunned, they found that the front, back, left, and right were full of restless air currents, and it was impossible to identify what Yin Qi and Demon Qi were all mixed together.

Even if the demon monk dealt with these insidious auras all the year round, he was as busy as the explosion came, his reaction was slow, he was swallowed by the whirlpool, and it corroded into bones in a short while, saying goodbye to the world.

At the critical moment, it depends on whose reaction speed is fast and whose treasure is strong. If your basic strength is strong, you will also have the opportunity to survive the storm, but you will also have to be skinned if you die. One of the monks present will not be spared.

Mo Wudao yelled at the sky and suddenly burst his left arm.

Various ingenious organ parts flew around, and he forcibly opened up a small safe place for himself.

Mo Wuxiang and Mo Wuji will really seize the opportunity, and feel the fluctuations and immediately embrace them. Mo Wu Dao Qi didn't hit one place, but he couldn't do anything about them. After all, it was better for three people to work together than one.

Many righteous monks gathered together to fight against the power of the explosion, as long as they were willing to devote themselves and had no bad thoughts about the people around them, and the collective defense was indeed better than fighting in place alone.

Suddenly, the power of the explosion suddenly weakened and seemed to be forcibly suppressed by a force. Everyone was very surprised, and they were all speculating about what the superior did? Even such a fierce turbid explosion can be suppressed, at least to reach the level of the masters of the various families of the philosophers.

But if you think about it carefully, there is no such level of existence today! So who is the master of suppressing the turbid gas explosion?

"Rumble..."

The battlefield trembled suddenly, and all the turbid air currents collapsed toward the center.

The field of vision was clear, revealing all the figures. The two cultivators of Zhengmo were mostly dead, and many of them did not even keep the corpses. They were already wiped out under the impact just now.

For example, the one hundred and eight square magic repairs, the subordinates of King Guangwu and Shui Jingpojun, and the magic cultivators hiding on the edge of the battlefield, and the deaths and injuries are more than "heavy."

Maybe they shouldn't have participated in this battle at all, and they have all been accounted for today.

The point is that they didn't even know who was the black hand, they became unjust dead in the blink of an eye, and even their grievances were taken away after death.

After clearing the field like this, the surviving monks were all elites without exception.

At their worst, they also have a third-grade medium-grade cultivation base, and they are bound to carry heavy treasures, otherwise they will not be able to withstand the terrorist shock just now.

Zhou Lie stood in the middle of the battlefield in his spare time and said to the world: "Come on! There is anger directed at me. Just now those eight-winged demon blew out of the hands of this demon. Many of you probably don't know who I am, so introduce yourself. My name is Zhou Lie, and I come from Yangyang Huaxia, which is the ancestral land of the human race in your mouth! Isn't it about killing? Isn't it about fighting? Okay, I will pick all of you alone."

"Arrogant!" You Zhengdao Jianxiu immediately jumped out. The death and wounding of this battle was heavy, and the seniors and sisters beside him were no longer there. How could he not report such hatred? To kill, this young man who claims to be a demon must be killed, no matter where he comes from, he is all targeted at this moment.

At the same time, at least fifty monks killed Xiang Zhou Lie.

At this moment, ears rumbling.

A black vortex appeared centered on Zhou Lie's body, but instead of shrinking toward the center, it did the opposite and bombarded the surroundings.

"Do not!"

Until this moment, these monks knew that the explosion just now was not over, but was blocked by this demon Lord Zhou Lie using a unique method, and changed from rotating and contracting to shooting outwards. Its power is not only compared with those of the eight-winged demon who exploded just now. Not weakened, but strengthened a lot.

"Everyone is punishable by evil spirits! Do it!" King Guangwu took out a magic sword, attached golden armor to his body, split the burst of air that was blasting outward, and led some monks to kill.

Zhou Lie was not afraid, he raised his arms to make a dragging action. In the next moment, the air current that was madly turbulent to the outside world was attracted by the huge suction, repeating the previous scene, once again collapsing towards the center of the battlefield, which is Zhou Lie's body.

King Guangwu’s back was ping-pong-pong-pong-pong, and he couldn't stop his feet at all, and flew forward under the impact of the gas explosion.

The monks who killed Zhou Lie with him were even more unhelpful. They were either poisoned or contaminated during the burst of qi burst and screamed while holding their heads. Their expressions became particularly hideous and his death was miserable.

Only when the storm was over did King Guangwu gain a foothold.

Zhou Lie was still standing in the center of the battlefield with a lot of time. He made a posture of a white crane with wings in Tai Chi, and said to the surroundings: "I didn't joking with you. Standing here today is really to choose one hundred. Whoever refuses to accept it will come over. The war, hate Tianya is my demon Lord Zhou Lie’s territory from today, Mo Wuxiang and they have become the past. You may say that I took a trick, okay, then you try one of the tricks to see if you can do it for me This level."

"This one……"

Zhou Lie's words were too straightforward, and they suddenly shocked the minds of these monks.

Yes! Do you think people take tricks, so you should also try one trick, so fierce Qi burst into the body, how high are the requirements for the magical powers of the exercises?

The more difficult part is that it is almost immune to the chaotic Demon Dao breath, at least no influence can be seen on the surface. This is where Demon Lord Zhou Lie is truly terrifying.

The court suddenly fell into a stalemate~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Actually, Zhou Lie was not as calm as on the surface. Hao Longyun's body was not for tossing, and the number of meridians was so large that he would not be able to achieve this situation when he was exhausted.

Of course, even if those eight-winged heavenly demons didn't explode, he would turn himself into a whirlpool, suppressing the two cultivators of the righteous demons.

Since he is determined to unify the hatred of Tianya, there is no turning back! And his purpose of doing this is to collect the strings of time.

How many roads can he run by himself? Initiating all the demon cultivators to explore the heavens, this is the best policy, otherwise, even if they die of old age, they will not be able to save Jingquan.

Zhou Lie glanced around, standing between the heavens and the earth and uttered a magnificent tone: "From today onwards, Hate Tianya has been renamed to the Highest Sky. Hate Heaven and Hate Di is the thinking of the weak. I will lead you all the way to rise and become superior to the world The land of the strong above. Yes, I don’t have any cover. In the future, I will surpass the philosophers of a hundred schools, and I will fight if I refuse to accept it!"

"Do not accept to fight..."

The voice reverberated between the world and the earth, making the monks present unavoidably panic when they sneered at him, always feeling that this oath would trigger a huge change!