Dragon-Marked War God

Jiangdu's heart was in a great hurry, but he knew that it was not something that could be done overnight, and not to mention what the top of the South China Sea was now, for now, he had to go first to see what was really going on.

Going 10,000 miles, the wind and clouds surge, the river and dust heart are in a flame, and looking at the little rain in the crystal coffin every day is his greatest motivation.

At the top of a low mountain, the river and dust look south, going two million miles, is already a step further from the top of the South China Sea.

Every time a region passes, Jiangdust can see those who have been battling for years. The beacon fire is immortal, hundreds of families are fighting, and the war is constant. It is not too much to burn the war fire all over Nantong Shenzhou.

When he went to two million miles, Jiangdu encountered more than ten battles, but he was not a savior or a righteous master, and he was not obliged to save the world, so Jiangdu did not mind his own business, even if the grief spread, he did not care anymore.

There's nothing wrong with the world, nobody bothers themselves. If you have to be strong, you will only break the balance and plunge the whole of Nantong Shenzhou into a more chaotic situation. People die as lights go out, people rise, people crash, it is the natural cycle, Jiangdust cannot change the fate of everyone, at this time he is like a bystander, passing over Nantong Shenzhou, going a million miles.

But just as Jiangdu passed through a green bamboo mountain forest, a world war attracted his attention, because it was no longer a battle between the kingdom of God and the kingdom of God, and dozens of people would not be left alone in the kingdom of God.

And most importantly, 100,000 miles of void ahead, surrounded by smoke, are completely banned, even if the river and dust want to pass, they have to go around.

“By yourselves, you want to step into my land? It's not my power. Now get the hell out of here. I can still pretend you've never been here. Otherwise, I will surely cut you all to pieces. ”

A woman holding a green cut in her hand said with a grin, her eyes hallucinating, a golden hair, dancing and moving, 3,000 hair, wrapped around.

Ice-cold purple eyes like gemstones, like a sword, penetrating the heart, seven feet of green shearing in the hands, cold light and atmospheric recovery.

Behind the women, the 300 gods will stand, mighty and overwhelming. The weakest, and even the mightiest of the mighty, even the mightiest of the mighty kingdoms, have no fewer than fifty people. This power is quite powerful throughout Nantong Shenzhou.

“We are Mo people, if you insist on stopping us, don't blame us for being rude. ”

In the midst of his head, an old man with a gloomy breath said in silence.

As the owner of the Mo branch, he was expelled back then, and now he wants to return to his homeland with his own people!

“The Mozies? Ha, ha, ha. Do you still have your number in the Mo family? Mo Xuan and Mo Yunfu, do you recognize them? This is the first time I've seen you live. If you were a Mozi, wouldn't you recognize me? ”

The woman laughed and said that she did not see these people in front of her at all. Eighteen powerful gods were also a weak force, but in front of her there was no arrogant capital, because it was a must-have place for her soldiers, narrow and dangerous, and no one could walk through it. Otherwise, that would be the greatest disgrace to their families.

For millions of years, no one has been able to spread wild in front of their homes, let alone the fake ones who don't know where they came from. As a soldier's genius, Yang Yunlang is one of the most powerful women in the world. In the name of Nantong Shenzhou, Weiming Hehe, no one has ever been able to fight him. They want to go through here and they don't even know their name? How is that possible?

So there's only one reason these people are fake. Don't say you're a fake, even if it's true, it's impossible to pass from my home.

“Soldiers! Soldiers!”

The leading old man muttered, his heart is full of bitterness, memories, it is also difficult to show. The Mo family and the soldier's family are the opposite of each other. The art of mock attack and the soldier's battle never ends. He did not expect to come to the soldier's must-have place this time.

“The old husband, Muyu Qiancheng, is indeed from the Mo family. However, he did not return to Nantong Shenzhou for many years. He did not know the master soldier, Wanwanghaihan, and invited the master soldier to open a network. Otherwise, if you really want to fight the Mo family, you might not be able to make a decision. ”

Muyu Qiancheng said in silence that it is not inferior, the color of God is harsh. Faced with the soldiers, there are many people, Muyu Qiancheng knows that it is almost impossible to want to make a hard break, so we can only understand the emotional reason. I hope that this doll can focus on the big picture. Although the Muyu family and the soldiers are always pointing at Maimang, as the real hundred dragon masters, it is not so easy if they want to fully carry out, at best, the people under the realm of the Divine Empire, they are fighting each other.

“I remember, are you the one who was evicted from the Mo family 100,000 years ago? Mo Yu Qiancheng! Once a genius disciple, hahahaha, it's just a shame that he cheated on his sister-in-law and got kicked out of the house by the Mo family. It's disgusting, man, huh? ”

Yang Yunlang said with a cold smile, even more disheartening to Mo Yu Qiancheng, especially when she said this, the whole family laughed, and full of irony and ridicule to these Mo people in front of her.

And the man behind Mo Yu Qiancheng, he was stunned and burned in anger.

The face of Mo Yu Qiancheng is also shady to the extreme. For so many years, he has always had such a reputation. That is why he was evicted from the house by the Mo family. If Mo's sister-in-law hadn't put her husband on the Mo family's genius throne, he wouldn't have been framed here. He had a great deal of hatred, Mo Yu Qiancheng left his hometown. After 100,000 years, when he set foot on the soil, it was necessary to have a proper name for himself. It was necessary for the Mo family to see who was the real genius!

In the heart of Moyu Qiancheng, there is no such thing as suffering. For 100,000 years, he has silently endured inner suffering, and now with future generations, he has absolute confidence to step back into the ink! But I didn't expect good things not to go out for a thousand miles. Even after 100,000 years, this Yang Yunlang still knows why Moyu Qiancheng left the Mo family. How can it be better in Moyu Qiancheng?

“Don't spray blood. I can do what Mo Yu Qiancheng is doing. This time, I will return to Mo Jia's house to make a proper name for myself. The Qing will become cloudy from the Qing Dynasty. I am definitely not a Chicken Ringing Dog thief. ”

Muyu Qiancheng said very firmly.