Dragon-Marked War God

“I feel like my heart is shaking, and this feeling is getting stronger and stronger, and this mountain of souls, maybe we shouldn't be here from the beginning. ”

Wu Tinghou whispered that this retreat from the drum made everyone see it, but they also understood that what Wu Tinghou said was not false, that feeling did not just appear in his heart, everyone, all the same, except that Wu Tinghou said the worries in their heart.

“Shall we get out of here? Humph, you cowards. ”

Oriental drinks disdainfully, for Jiangdu and others, he has always held a position of high standing. Of these people, only Xu Jin and Liu Quanchao can really get his eyes on each other. Because only these two people have reached the half-step heavenly realm, even Jiangdu is just a speculative winner, so that Oriental drinks are uncomfortable, and in real battle, Jiangdu will be easily crushed.

“If you have the ability, go straight to the bloody valley of Mount Soul. Don't worry about the wind flashing your tongue? Even in the middle of God's kingdom, you have the face to shine here? ”

Yang Jian smiled coldly and said that what he was most unfamiliar with was that Oriental drank such a small man's willing mouth, with his strength, and did not put anyone in his eyes. Thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi, don't cheat on teenagers, who knows, who can laugh at the end?

“It's just a bunch of garbage, hahahaha, this mountain of souls, can you dye your fingers too? You're destined to bury bones here, I swear. ”

Oriental drinks proudly.

Yu Rongyin looked a little unhappy, this guy was so arrogant, and now they have formed an alliance, if it had been this state, anyone would have had an opinion.

“Let's just wait and see. ”

Jiangdu smiled and he did not argue with Oriental drinks because he had seen a hurricane in the bloody valley, which was small at first, but bigger step by step, and at a speed less than the ear, ravaged with the valley, next, it was likely to ravage the entire mountain of souls.

At the top of the valley, Xue Liang's sword stood, his feet were empty, his colors were bright, he looked at the 100-mile long bloody river, his heart was cold, because in his eyes, there was only battle, this was a true battle maniac, this time entering the secret realm, his only purpose was to constantly hone himself, prepare for the battle of Xuanmen in the county of Dailong, although these test stones were not too strong, but for the battle of the same level, the benefits were self-evident.

Of course, this transformation of Mount Soul is also his most important thing. He doesn't know what exactly exists here, but in the eyes of the White Sword God, there has never been a word of failure, and soldiers have always come to shield the water from the earth.

Long winds broke, blood flowed into rivers, hundreds of miles lonely, beasts bowed down.

At this moment, a horrible line appeared above the sky, and the blood cast, like a huge skeleton, and if it was hidden, the hurricane started, all the blood, was scraped into the void, and the ocean spilled over that line, like the water of Mount Mo, it was irregular, but the sky dome was powerful, and the huge skeleton, what it really was, was unknown, but all this was going on in an orderly fashion.

A thousand miles away, a black figure, shrinking to a ruler, like an ancient shadow of heaven, measuring void, black cape, hunting sounds, no wind automatic, gas swallowing the mountain river, crushing, coming out of the sky, with the unpredictable power of ghosts, arrogant above the long sky.

Who will this person be if he is not the Great Taiwanese Guardian of Qinghe Sect?

Xuanlan's eyes are incredibly heavy, because the next time, it will be the most important moment of Mount Soul, full of blood and water, thousands of miles, the souls of all beasts are near the end, and those who truly change Mount Soul will be the hundreds of demons.

“Unexpectedly, even the White Sword God has appeared. Heh, it seems that this change in Mount Soul has indeed led to the true master and strong. ”

Xuanlan said, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. Even in the face of Xue Xuanlan, he had no fear at all. He could see that Xuanlan had absolute confidence in himself.

“Looks like this thing is gonna get out of your way? ”

Xue Liang, the white sword god, was indifferent and glanced lightly at the sky and said.

“What does it matter to me that Mount Funeral changes are known in heaven and earth? Huh.”

Xuanlan shook his head with a smile.

“Don't be silly, Xuanlan, if this mountain of souls has nothing to do with you, how can you be so idle, so calm and comfortable? You Qinghe Zong have always liked to make a fool of yourselves. This time, what kind of medicine is sold in the gourd? ”

Xue Liangliang grinned, he was well aware of the style of Qinghe Sect, because thousands of years ago, when Qinghe Sect was the most competitive with the Forgotten Sword Cemetery, the people of Qinghe Sect were too high-profile, but the people who forgot the Sword Cemetery liked to be comfortable, so they let out the first chair of the ten main gates, completely sheltered, became a non-existent sect, and few disciples permeated the world.

“So what, no? Are you really going to stick your foot in a graveyard? Oh, you guys, do you have this capital? ”

Xuanlan said silently, obviously full of disdain for forgetting the sword grave.

“So you admit the change in Mount Funeral, you know what's inside? ”

Xue Liang sank his voice.

“Oh, you want to pay for me? You're so naive, Xue Liang. Do you really think you can get through the secret? If it's out there, maybe I can give you three points of courtesy, but in this secret world, your strength, at most, can only be half a step. What can you do for me? I don't know, I'll kill you here. ”

Xuanlan laughed.

“Then you can try. ”

Xue Liang also smiled lightly.

“Happy to accompany you. ”

Xuanlan glanced indifferently at Xue Liang. The deep resentment between the two gates, the bitter resentment, was completely exposed at this moment, and Qinghe Zong and Forgotten Sword Tomb. Although the well water did not offend the river water for thousands of years, it was also incompatible with the water fire.

Jiangdu's eyes moved, and above the void, both did not give in to each other, a great war, a trigger, this is the first battle of the younger generation of the most powerful, and also the battle of Qinghe Sect and Forget Sword Tomb's Sect glory.

Xue Liang stepped out of the scene. Xuanlan was indifferent, his hands were wrapped around his chest, his eyes were opposite each other. The momentum was constantly spreading wildly. Everyone was unwilling to show weakness.

At the same time, the skeleton above the distant void is gradually becoming intact, but no one can see clearly what the bloody skeleton above the void is.