Dragon-Marked War God

Where the fog passed, the river dust felt a tremendous pulling force, and he seemed to be in the mud, and the fog completely blocked all the energy in the surrounding heavens and earth.

“What a horrible formation, it looks like this big mouth song, is by no means a dangerous shrill. ”

Jiangdu frown wrinkled, the divine color was harsh, the fog around him began to diffuse in the air, and those fogs seemed to solidify, the divine power between heaven and earth was completely sealed off, the river dust could not be moved at all, this cloud formation almost cut off his path, this guy was determined to die. It seems to be his last resort.

“This time, I don't believe you're still alive! Cloud Fog Array, give me a break! ”

Big mouth song as an eye, because the energy required for this cloud fog formation is really too huge, it is equivalent to the whole of Penglai Xian Island as a furnace before the cloud fog formation can be completely activated. Once the cloud fog formation is opened, the whole of Penglai Xian Island will become a purgatory, the area of Penglai Xian Island is vast, although not the biggest area of the entire Penglai Realm, but once Penglai Xian Island becomes the cloud fog formation, then millions of dead humans, those who are powerless, will even meteor.

Hundreds of thousands of people across Penglai Immortal Island are truly powerful, the middle grip of the Penglai realm, but even so, such a huge array is quite scary for a big mouthpiece song, and less than the last minute, he had no idea to use a cloud fog array, because once the cloud fog array was opened, hundreds of thousands or even millions of people would be turned into dead souls, a deal that killed 800 enemies and damaged 1,000 themselves, but the mouthpiece song had no choice.

At the beginning of the formation, the whole cloud fog formation has become purgatory, without the divine power, the whole divine power of Penglai Immortal Island has been transformed into a substantial cloud fog, solidified on the void, the strength of the original mouthpiece song is also impossible to achieve, this is the ancestor of Penglai Immortal Island, the laying of the great array is just to preserve the Penglai realm, it is the means of the powerful in the imperial realm of God, the mouthpiece song has felt the power out of the mind, it is with the body of the eye that supports the operation of the cloud fog array.

Jiangdust is trapped in the cloud fog formation, even the divine power of his body is constantly passing away, this cloud fog formation, this big mouth song, is obviously already meant to make the whole of Penglai Immortal Island, become the burial of Jiangdust.

“No, help me...”

“No… my strength is constantly degrading, why and why! ”

“I don't believe... what's going on, I feel like I'm going to be vaporized by the fog. ”

Countless people roared, and the whole island of Penglai Xian was transformed into a purgatory, seemingly calm, but Penglai Xian Island, has gradually become a great array of divine powers. Those with low strength are already gradually suffocating, gradually dissolving the divine spirit in their bodies, eventually becoming obsolete, and then in the fogging of the divine spirit, a statue is made, becoming an eternal stone.

“How could this happen! The divine spirit in us, too, is passing away? ”

Yan Tincheng looked at the dancing bamboo, the latter also nodded with surprise. It had to be said that they also felt the breath of death. Countless people on the island of Penglai Xian began to run wildly, but Wanli Penglai Xian Island, is completely a prison, even the river and dust cannot escape, let alone them?

“In this way, we are likely to die here, and even the Qi of the divine power in the tower of Zulong is constantly passing away, and the little dust must also be anxious. ”

The only person she worried about was Jiangdust, not himself, but herself. She had to live and die alone, but Jiangdust was her only emotional support and her closest person. At this time, she would rather die first than watch Jiangdust be suppressed by this cloud cloud cloud, eventually becoming a stone statue.

“Don't worry, the dust won't fall so easily. ”

Yan Duncheng still has a lot of trust in Jiangdu, but she is just comforting herself. If there is no way to escape Jiangdu, how can they escape? Yan Tincheng's heart is clear that Jiangdu is their only chance and the only belief in survival. She is not afraid to die, but she must also die with Jiangdu.

“Deed of death and birth is wide, with children. ”

“Hand of the stubborn, old with the son. ”

Dance bamboo and Yan Duncheng hands on, they are silently cheering for the river dust, life and death are not important to them, it is important to be with the river dust. They are the ones who are most distressed when they look at the smell of the river and dust.

In order to avenge his son's death, it was clear that the rhetoric was already insane, and he would do anything to suppress the river and dust with the entire island of Penglai Xian, even at the cost of his own life.

In the face of the people on the island of Immortal Penglai, constant calls, constant shouting, constant begging for forgiveness, but the big speech is indifferent, because since he has decided all this, let everyone die with him, that is his determination, that is his original intention.

“Hahaha, Jiangdu, I see how you broke my formation, see, those who gradually got turned into foggy cloud formations have become a stone tablet, and you, the next them, hahahaha, accept death, no one can escape this cloud formations, this is the ancestor of the oral family, the remaining death taboo formations, you will not escape. No one can escape. ”

The big smile of the mouth said, "In the eyes, death is like death, the ultimate decision."

At this moment, even he may not be able to escape from the cloud fog, and his incarnation is doomed, because to kill the river dust, it takes him to run the cloud fog to complete the operation of the cloud fog, and the river dust will be transformed into a repair.

Jiangdu's divine power, has been cut off by most, more and more people, has fallen, has become stone, has become an eternal sculpture, people under the heavenly realm, hundreds of thousands, without exception.

Jiangdu's mind shook violently and kept falling back, but the fogging cloud fog formation completely ignored the impact of the river and dust, and ignored the transformation of the river and dust. No matter how the impact of the river and dust, it seemed useless.

The diffusion of divine power almost sealed a dead end to the river and dust. Their life, too, became increasingly remote. Every second, his breath was diminishing. The clouds and mists were invisible, but like the end of the day, the flowers and trees between heaven and earth were constantly withering away. In less than a moment, the dead trees formed forests, the waters dried up, the beasts turned to ash, the spiritual atmosphere of Penglai Xian Island, and it also became completely formidable. The method of formation was endless. There was no way to do it. The river dust raised its head, everything around it, but it was already human. In less than a moment, Penglai Xian Island had long lost its fairy rhyme, and seemed to gradually become a wild mountain land.