Dragon-Marked War God

Never before had he felt this way, even the Empire's soul, millions of miles away, at that moment he had never felt this way, this grain of sand, so mediocre, within ten meters, Jiangdust believed that even the mighty man of the divine realm would not necessarily be able to escape from the palm of his hand, a grain of sand that the power of the soul had turned into, was really weird.

This feeling, it's really some chicken ribs, within ten meters, who's going to be your prey? And between these moments, the power of his soul seems to have been greatly damaged.

“Great Derivative Soul Technique, Gathering and Distraction! ”

A grain of sand between the rivers and dust, turned into a sea, a sea of ocean, and a sea of sand, and the river and dust felt that sand, infinite, and he was in an infinite sea of sand, a grain of sand, turned into an infinite sea of sand, like an illusion, but the river and dust knew that it was not an illusion.

“Soul of the Empire, it's amazing! ”

Jiangdu's heart moved and the sand sea instantly returned to its position. The grain of sand reappeared in his mind, but the face of Jiangdu was so white.

The power of the soul of Jiangdu was thought to have been greatly depleted, but in his inner surprise, the door of the warrior that had been silenced in the air sea of Jiangdu Dantian was suddenly vibrating, the soul of Jiangdu gravel, but at this moment knocked open the door of the warrior.

In the gates of warriors, in the broken world, in the moment when the gravel of the soul of the river dust breaks in, the heavens and the earth vibrate, in the gates of warriors, in the thousands of the wounded, the river dust seems to be able to feel the sorrow and grief of those souls.

“This Gate of Warriors is so weird! ”

Jiangdu thought that the grit of his soul was even weirder.

But not long later, Jiangdu felt the power of the soul within the Gate of Warriors, slowly integrating into his soul grit, and his soul grit, in the world of the Gate of Warriors, seemed to feel thousands of miles of mountain river grass, hundreds of millions of miles of wind and cloud change.

Jiang Dunhui read his mind, he actually held the door of the warrior in his hand, this is a broken world!

The gravel of the souls of the rivers and dust falls on top of the peaks of the warrior's gate world, as the dust settles.

At the top of the North Mountain, the old man in white looked at Mount Nightingale, the Moon Gorge of Haiming, and the color of the gods was thick.

“The Great Triple Door, one climb to the sky. The ages of the gods are finally awake. ”

Jiang Dun's eyes were all over the place. At this moment, the three men of the Nanhua Independence War, whether they were Nightingale or Butterfly Clothes Fairy, or even the Emperor Zulong, were all under his strong repression, making them look extremely wolfish.

“Leave the heavens and the earth to me. Who can fight me? Ha-ha-ha. ”

Nanhua laughed and said that a terrible road with the power to destroy the heavens and the earth struck out, forcing the three people to have no means to resist. The power of terror, seemingly lightweight, is a peril.

“Twelve Fire Guards! ”

Jiangdu whispered out the twelve fire god guards, united a blow, rushed to South China. The twelve fire god guards beside Jiangdu were repelled. Jiangdu palm Tianlong sword, swept invincible, connected the twelve fire god guards, all failed to defeat Nanhua, Djuan and the Butterfly Clothes Fairy, two or three times in a row, the beautiful face was covered with cold frost. Jiangdu's heart was even more worried. Although their souls were controlled by Djuan and the Butterfly Clothes Fairy, it was the body of Yanchengcheng and Muling Dongchen.

Emperor Zulong's war intentions were twofold, but now he, it was harder to reach one in 10,000 times when he was at a peak. A horrible golden dragon appeared in the hands of Emperor Zulong. The dragon-shaped tiger shadow shook the sky dome, surrounding the heavens and the earth, and he was even deafer.

“A bunch of lowlifes, trying to fight me, you're not qualified. ”

Nanhua was angry and drank with the wind, thunderbolted Wanjun, Jiangdu and the Twelve Fire Guards were instantly lifted away. If the Twelve Fire Guards did not resist, Jiangdu would surely suffer from the heavy wounds of death.

The spiritual fiction of the Emperor Zulong is also increasingly weak. The state of Nightingale and the Butterfly Clothes Fairy is also quite worrying.

“Fucking guy. ”

The Emperor Zhu Long shouted, but there was nothing he could do.

“The heavens and the earth are not benevolent, and all things have become dogs and dogs. Is this wandering? Zhang Zhouzi, where is your path? ”

Jiangdu looked to the north mountain, roaring like thunder. At that moment, he knew that the Emperor Zulong had tried his best. Nightingale and the Butterfly Clothes Fairy were also helpless. Today, they are no longer skilled in the sky.

Let them use all their means, but they are still not the enemies of Nanhua's real people. Jiangdu can only look north. He knows that the old man in white who will decay wood will surely be Zhuang Zhou. And at this moment, he, is the only hope.

At the top of the North Mountain, the old man in white sighed and looked lonely. He seemed instantly old.

“Chengyi is brilliant, defeat is brilliant. A lifetime at large, but finally at large. Whether my escape route is a Kangzhuang Avenue or not. ”

Zhuang Zhouzi muttered that his heart was full of emotions.

Nightingale and Butterfly Clothes Fairy, are all looking at the river dust. At that moment, the light in their eyes is incredibly complicated, like a lamentation of the river dust, like a love for the river dust, as if they had known each other before, even the river dust is not certain. Whether they are now Nightingale and Butterfly Clothes Fairy, or Yanchengcheng and Muling Dongchen.

“I laughed from across to the sky, who could break the dirt path and walk away for the rest of my life, and from now on, there was no Zhuang Zhou. Ha-ha-ha. ”

Nanhua said arrogantly, his gaze swept like a Rin Sword Light, leaving all people cold and chestnut.

The gaze of Jiangdu, always looking to the north mountain, at this moment, Zhuang Zhouzi did not disappoint him. Not long ago, when his imperial soul laid heaven and earth over the imperial mountain, Jiangdu knew that the top of the north mountain, that person, was always there.

“At the moment of my diversion, it was said that there was no more South China. ”

Zhuang Zhouzi stepped up, at that moment, everyone's eyes, all concentrated on him, in the eyes of Nightingale, with emotions, butterfly fairies, eyes lost.

“Why are you so obsessed with red dust when you've gone? Don't you and I, hundreds of millions of years of love, have nothing to do with it? ”

Nanhua glanced at Zhuang Zhouzi and said in silence, in the eyes of Nightingale and the Butterfly Clothes Fairy, the two of them, though old and young, were generally the same.

“You ended it for me, and I was inclined to suffer. When and how sad, your ambition, it was too great. ”

Zhuang Zhouzi faded away, divine calm, opposite South China's fourth eye, like looking at himself when he was young.

“Am I too ambitious? Hahaha, how did you ever know that Runway was the first in the world, but you didn't have the heart to fix it, and Nine Days Runway, Nine Days Runaway, Ren Taigu can fly, even look at you as nothing, you can swallow this breath, but I can't swallow it! ”

Nanhua sighed and drank, his eyes sharp and bright.

“There's nothing wrong with the world, nobody bothers themselves. Running away is not guilty, and there is no beginning. ”

Zhuang Zhouzidao.