The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

"Ginger Tiger, everyone is ready."

"Our array has been laid out."

At this moment, a large number of disciples have already surrounded the temple, all the work has been prepared, and there are constantly disciples coming over to report the progress of the arrangement to Jiang Hu.

When everyone reported, Jiang Hu was nodded with satisfaction.

"You disciples, you are the most elite disciple and elder of Muwang Tianfu and Emperor Pagoda. This time we will kill the demon of the dead, we must succeed, as long as we can kill the dead emperor, the death spring and the life spring, Each of you has a copy of the treasure under the spring, and you have one of them. In the future, you will also be my friend and the most loyal friend.

Jiang Hu’s words, all the disciples, have been boiled up.

Obtaining treasures means representing the improvement of strength, and becoming a friend of super-class strength and blood-blooding, means the promotion of status.

As long as you can kill the demon of the dead, all the strength and status can be owned, it is completely a day, the chicken and dog ascend to heaven.

In their eyes, they are already impatient, and they can’t wait to start using the world’s great sorcerer’s squad immediately, killing the dead souls, stealing the springs, and taking away all the treasures.

You must know that there are quite a few masters who come to the Dead Mountain, some to collect water, some to negotiate, and to kill the devil.

But without exception, all failed. The treasures of those warriors did not know how many of them were taken away by the demon of the dead. I am afraid that those things that were thrown on the ground are not smashed by the dead souls. .

Just when a large number of disciples were preparing for the big battle, the demon souls were obviously aware of it. In the temple, there was a voice of anger: "You, this group of human beings, come to my death mountain, what is the purpose?" !"

"Death of the Emperor, I am the patriarch Jiang Hu, the patriarch of the blood tiger family. The masters of our four family have come to talk with you several times. You are not giving us face. Today is the day of yin deficiency, you are strong. Great down, take your life!"

Jiang Hu shouted: "All disciples, array!"

boom!

Just when Jiang Hu’s words fell, all the disciples were already waiting for them. They all wanted to see each other. More than a thousand disciples who had turned around the wheel and joined forces to set up a big battle, what a power, even if it was Going back, I can also boast in front of others.

Brush and brush!

Thousands of ray of light, like a meteor, a burst of turmoil, intertwined in half space, formed a large network of energy, if you look carefully, you will find that this energy network is a five-finger chess array, every disciple, They all represent a chess piece, densely packed, countless energy, rolling, revealing the grand, killing taste.

Ye Mo looked at the big array and was completely shocked. This is the real array. The array he had encountered before, compared with this array, is completely a piece of cake, unbearable.

He can feel that being trapped in this world is like being caught in this game.

The so-called authorities are fascinated, watching by the Qing, this is what the dead emperor said, inside and outside the weak, trapped in the big array, it is the authorities, even if they are stronger, but they are caught in the game, and stand in the big Beyond the array, it is a bystander, able to see the form of the game.

However, even if Ye Mo is a bystander, he still feels the power of this game. If there is no eye of the beast, I am afraid that he wants to break the success, and it is not so simple.

And when the thousands of disciples were arranged in a large array, the air around them began to show a dignified atmosphere.

A strong, evil, ancient atmosphere, from the temple, pervasive, infiltrated.

This breath, like a volcanic eruption, broke out directly from the temple, and all the people present felt a very powerful oppression.

Even if Ye Mo hides so far, he still feels pressure and almost makes him breathless.

"This is the power of the demon emperor? If he is to restore his peak strength, I am afraid that the demon ancients are not his opponents."

Ye Mo looked at the scene in the distance, the atmosphere did not dare to breathe.

"Out!"

Jiang Hu’s face also showed a dignified look.

The two great gods, the strongest of the runners, all of them have sacrificed their own weapons and are ready to fight.

And all the disciples, the mysteriousness of the body is also rolling up, the heavens and the earth, the sorcerer's squad, and the torrents in the air, the thousand-year-old temple that survived in the dead soul mountain, finally can't bear the pressure, directly Collapsed.

Rumble!

Subsequently, a figure burst into the ruins of the temple, sound like a thunderstorm, his body is tall, purple robes, hands and feet are still bound by the chain lock of two kinds of spring water.

In his hand, holding a huge demon scorpion, piercing the sky, the intricate runes, as if from the depths of hell, the weapon, let people take a glance, the heart is depressed, the soul is riddled, The soul must be torn.

The gas of the dead soul that had disappeared from the past, once again swayed from his body, even if the ancient behemoth, will be torn and shattered.

"Don't panic, keep an eye on it, we can kill him!"

Perceived the panic of the disciples, Jiang Hu is also roaring again and again.

"Do you really think that you can kill me by arranging this big array?"

The demon of the dead soul looked at the dense disciples in the sky. He also snarled, and the airflow around him was passed away, which could almost directly shatter the people.

Even on the day of the yin deficiency, the strength of the Demon Soul is still very powerful.

"Haha, the demon of the dead soul, today is your death, the world of heaven and earth, the devil, start!"

Jiang Hu loudly commanded.

Time, thousands of disciples in the sky, is to condense back to God, hold a long sword, and waved again and again, everyone's mysteriousness, are connected, front and back, sketching the real chessboard.

The dead soul emperor ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ has also become a chess piece in the chessboard.

"Heaven and Earth, the same sorcerer? Today I will break you this big battle!"

The low roar of the demon emperor, which also contains the wrath of the heavens, the demon in his hands, screaming and screaming, and constantly killing the disciples around him.

"The soul of the roar!"

The slayer of the demon screamed, and the temperament of his dead soul began to condense into a substance, forming a huge black ball, such as the thunder and thunder, pushing in layers, facing the disciples in front, rushing away.

"Change!"

Jiang Hu shouted, the disciples in the chessboard, once again changed the formation, the position of the sunspots all changed, once again against the dead soul emperor, formed a lore.

No matter how the demon emperor exerts his performance, the chessboard has always been in a state of ruin. Even if the demon soul is powerful, it is also the former residence.

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