Against the Gods

The tone of Yunchuan is obviously flat, but the language of export makes these Yunchuan strong people frown deeply.

“Huh...” Yun Xiang smiled. At this moment, he suddenly felt how ridiculous the previous explanation and successive “retreats” were. There was no anger on his face, only contempt and disgust: “With you? A little god king? ”

“Saved Shang, that's not why you're here.” Yun's second elder, Yun, frowned deeply: “You should be glad that the elder of the clan is a man of great breast and grace. Otherwise, you will be severely punished for anything you say. ”

“For the last time… get the hell out of here now! ”

Bang

Xuan Qi unleashes a layer of watery ripples in the space of the ancestral temple. It seems that Yunchue and Qianye Shadow would have no choice if they had any further hesitation.

“Thousand Shadows,” Yunche whispered: “Kill...”

Boom!!!

An incredibly loud thunderbolt suddenly came from the outside, accompanied by a space shock like an avalanche and a huge chaotic shout.

Twenty-two gods in the ancestral temple all got up in an instant, and Yun Xiang shouted, “Someone broke into the minefield! ”

“No... it's already broken in.” "And this smell," said Yunting.

“The minefield was interfered with,” the elderly voice sounded heavily: “is the Arid Dragon Nation. ”

“What... what!” Yunxiang, and the elders Qi were terrified.

“No, not just the Arid Dragons.” Yunting turned his back and slowly tightened his hands: “And the Nine Sundays Palace. ”

At this moment, a sound of shock carried the Divine King… and the Weiling of the Peak Divine King was far from over: “Master Yunting, please come and see me. ”

“This... this is! Lord Nine Years Palace! ”

This voice, and this terrible spiritual pressure, the arrival, is the Lord of the Palace of the Ninth Sunday Palace of the Ninth Sunday of the Ninth Sunday!

“Again for St. Cloud Gudan?” Yunxiang gnashed his teeth.

“A battle of such magnitude is not as simple as St. Yungudan's.” Yunting sighed heavily, and there was a sadness in his heart: “With only seven days left, someone will always have to live here to earn a fortune... Let's go out and invite the three elders too. ”

During the week, he hardly ever used the power of three too elders, but this time, he offered.

“Patriarch, don't you want to...” The elders Qi Qi shocked, in Yunting's physical state, exerted all his efforts, consuming not only Xuan Qi, but also life.

Yunting waved: “The strength of the Ninth Sunday honor far exceeds your expectations, not to mention the Arid Dragon Nation. If I don't do this today, I'm afraid I won't be able to carry the limit... don't have to say much, let's go. ”

They saw with their own eyes the bright hope on the clouds, and with their own hands, completely extinguished this hope.

That feeling of darkness, guilt and guilt, that hope was abruptly dashed, made him a little discouraged.

They have ignored Yun Cheol and Qianye Yinger, even Yun Shang, all flew up and left the ancestral temple.

The clouds were not moving, there were no outsiders, under the bright and bright power of the dark surge, the wounds of the cloud body and the vases healed at a speed far beyond common sense, and the face of the clouds faded a little and bleak, but it was still in a deep coma, unable to wake up.

Qianye Shadow stood beside her and watched silently... she was convinced that Yun Cher had never been so focused when restoring her vein with the miracle of life.

Hundreds of shadows float over the sky cloud clan. Not many, but any one of them has an incredible breath. Among them, the divine monarch has the aura of up to thirty, surpassing all of the Tianjinyun clan.

Especially the first two, that lets space die and solidify the pressure, is indeed the culmination of the Divine King!

And these shadows are not just human shadows, the rear minefield over, circling one huge dragon shadow after another, short, thousand, long, surrounded by thunderous flashes, they fly around the circle, they actually create a passage, even the spirits, of the heavenly clouds guardian minefield can survive.

In the thousands of wilderness, the forces that are best at thunder and lightning are not Tianjinyun, but Arid Tianlong. Their clan's wild sky demon thunder, even the strongest under the kingdom of the Northern Divine Realm, cannot be overpowered.

Interfering in the minefield of the heavenly clouds is easy for them.

“Chief Yun, it's been years, don't come hopeless.” Nine weeks in a black robe, long beard, gentle face, looks fairy bones.

Yunting ignored him, but looked angrily at the purple robe man beside him: "Silence! In the thousands of years of friendship between our two communities, in the wilderness, anyone can step on our Tianjinyun clan, only you do not have such qualifications! Are you not invited to such a big battle today... to visit my old friend who will soon be in the woods! ”

Silence, the dragon lord of the Arid Dragon Clan, is also the strongest dragon of the thousand wilderness.

“Oh,” said the Arid Dragon Lord with a faint smile. He deserved to be angry: “Master Yun, the Dragon Lord is here today only to accompany the Nine Days of Heaven. After nine weeks of honor, the dragon lord will retreat. ”

Flat, undoubtedly the most utterly absolute of all. Yunting's face was even colder, and he muttered: "Okay... good. ”

He turned his eyes and shouted cold: “Nine weeks of heaven, a district of Saint Cloud Gudan has caused you so much perseverance. Have you already lacked the resources and shame of the Nine Days Palace? ”

“Hahahaha,” Nine Sundays honor is also not angry, but instead laughs... the endangered Heavenly Yun clan will only let them have mercy, and they are not qualified to be angry at all, which is undoubtedly a sadder reality: “Yun clan chief, you are joking. How can a Gudan be worthy of this sinful land? ”

“Beyond Saint Yun Gudan, this heavenly lord would like to borrow something from the Yun clan chief.” With a smile on his face, he said slowly, “Yuntian Ding. ”

“Bastard!” Yun Xiang couldn't stand it any longer. He shouted furiously. The Heavenly Dragon Thunder Gun appeared in his hand. A dragon roared in the sky, and the thunder wrapped around him. The tip of the gun pointed straight over the sky: “I, the Heavenly Dragon Cloud Nation, fell into the dust, and you are not qualified to trample! ”

“Oh?” Arid Dragon Lord oblique: “Wasn't this the Dragon Gun that my people gave you back then? Now I'm pointing it at the Dragon Lord. It's ridiculous! ”

The gift of the year, now becomes the "gift” in his mouth, his eyes flashed with black light. At that time, the Tianlong Thunder Gun in Yunxiang's hand violently shook, the dragon bark became trembling chestnut, gun power dropped sharply.

“!!” Yunxiang bited his teeth, his hand shaking violently.

“Roll...” Yunting slowly spit out a word, fiercely... but powerless.

“Chief Yun, you better think clearly.” Nine weeks of glory and laughter said, “How can you return empty-handed today when your parents are here with you?" ”

“The only one qualified to sanction my Heavenly Cloud clan is the Thousand Abominations.” Yunting's face is getting more gloomy with every breath: “Aren't you afraid to offend the Thousand Abominations if you do this! ”

“Well said!” Instead of showing any consternation for words, the Nine Weeks Lord and the Arid Dragon Lord simultaneously revealed a mysterious smile: “Why are we here today, can't you think with your head? ”

Yun Ting suddenly changed his face and instantly changed from blue and black to white: “Do you... you...”

“The rhetoric is pointless.” The elder sighed, “Let's do it. ”

A vicious war broke out over the Sky Cloud Nation.

On such a day, they were prepared, but did not expect that it would be today, let alone that the other party was not Thousand Wild Gods, but the Nine Days Palace and the Arid Dragon Nation.

The Nine Sundays Palace and the Arid Heavenly Dragons' Divine Monarchs all rushed down, and just as soon as they faced each other, they had comprehensively suppressed the elders of the Heavenly Cloud gods.

Ten thousand years ago, the Heavenly Clouds were the world's king's family and deserved to be the first ruler. Bearing the name of the Sinners for 10,000 years, he was “imprisoned” in this sin domain and subjected to cruel sanctions over and over again, and had long since completely faded away.

By now, the Ninth Sunday Palace and the Arid Dragon Nation, they have no power of resistance on either side... not to mention the bicommunal arrival.

“The chief of the Yun clan, by the way, has not taught your divine authority for many years.” Nine weeks of honor fingered sword, said with a laugh.

When Yunting was the Supreme God, Nine Weeks of Heaven was still a small man who could only kneel down and look up, but now dared to put such arrogance in front of him.

Cloud Ting did not speak a word, thunder guns appeared in his hand, purple sky.

Boom boom boom!!

In the first moment, Yunting and the Ninth Sun fought each other, the sky and the sky were sparkling, dark clouds were scattered, and the surrounding hundred miles of space violently shook for it, and the heavens and the earth kept turning colorful.

“Ungrateful things... die!” Yun Xiang roared and took the Arid Dragon Lord.

“Oh, not self-measured.” The dragon of the wild heavenly dragon leaned down, his body still motionless, his palms lifted, and he pressed gently.

Suddenly, a thousand dragon claws suddenly appeared in the middle of the sky and hit the clouds with a pitch-black demon thunder.

Dragon claws arrive, the space spreads a layer of black gas ripples, black lightning boils like a sea of shock.

Yun Xiang's figure suddenly but there was no retreat, shouting, Xuan Xuan released, to rise more powerful than before...

Boom ———

The sound of the impact was so dull, under the dragon claws, Yunxiang's divine monarch air field was like a crushed foam, collapsed without a trace, the whole person was like an empty meteorite, flying down, crushing the ground.

Yunxiang, the Eighth Divine King, combined with Blue Sky Divine Power, has comprehensive strength in the Sky Cloud Nation, basically second only to the clan leader Yunting.

Under the blow of the Arid Dragon Lord... it collapses directly!

The heavenly cloud clan had nothing to lose. They had to shout out in the future. The ground that broke suddenly exploded. Yun Xiang's body rushed out like a thunderbolt. With the roar and anger of the heavenly shock, they swept into the wild heavenly dragon lord.

But... his figure didn't rush to ten lengths, and the unfinished strength of the dragon claw suddenly fell again.

Boom!

The Tianlong Thunder gun flew out of hand, under the horrible dark lightning, his robe broke, his whole body collapsed, like a broken blood bag, and fell ten miles away... his whole body twitched, but he couldn't get up first, obviously he had been seriously injured.

“Xiang 'er!! ”

“Lord Yunxiang!! ”

This scene almost defeated the beliefs of the majority of the Cloud clan. Yunting shouted, instantly distracted, and was struck straight in the chest by the Jiuzhou Sword Array. The blood arrows were emptied and fell down.

“Patriarch!!” The roar on all sides tore more despair.

Nine weeks of heaven did not chase, his eyes turned to the ancestral temple of the Heavenly Cloud Clan, and he said to the Lord of the Arid Heavenly Dragon: “There, it is the ancestral temple of the Heavenly Cloud Clan. Saint Yun Gudan and Yun Tian Ding, too, must be here. ”

“L... dare!!” The noble voice of the Nine Weeks constricts the pupils of Yunting, because the most important cloud of their clan is indeed beneath the temple of the ancestors.

He flew up, but Xuan Qi had just risen, his face was white and his mouth was sprayed with more than a dozen chimpanzees' blood.

“Oh, naturally, the honor is right.” The wild dragon lord smiled slightly and lifted his arm, which seemed like a fantastic thousand dragon claws slammed against the ancestral temple.

“Stop... Stop!!” Yunting sprayed his blood... but couldn't stop it at all.

Boom!!

The air exploded, the ancient stones flew, and the temple suddenly collapsed and cracked under the dragon claw.

But the laughter of the Arid Dragon Lord suddenly stalled at this moment.

Three figures emerged beneath the crumbling temple. A man turns his back on the crowd, holds a girl in a coma, and a woman who hides her face leans against a pillar in an elegant and lazy position.

The only dragon claw that stopped Yunxiang's easily collapsed death over them seemed deliberately stagnant... but only the wild dragon lord knew that his dragon claw, like a sudden blow over an invisible barrier, could no longer move forward by half.

Even the pressure and destructive force on the dragon claw is completely blocked and cannot be released at all.