Long Live Summons!

In the beginning, the sandstorm was horrified, and I thought there was a god.

Especially when Xiao Wenli is bound by talent and the will of the gods and beasts to stay in shape, he is frightened to death. Fortunately, Akashi did not take the opportunity to attack with too much flaming power, otherwise the consequences would be unthinkable. Running away from the rushing sand wind, Yueyang walked over, wanting to break free from the constraints and flee back to his treasure book world.

But for a moment his mind will rise.

He was extremely stunned to find that the ‘god' who said he was going to kill himself was a young man.

Age would not have been a problem for the strong.

But this young man.

Too young, Sand Wind, in all my life, I have never seen a human man so young and capable of the rank of god or above... At the same time, I was amazed and stunned by the intertwining of hearts and minds, an anonymous fire, shamelessly burning from the depths of my soul... District An angel, an ant like a young human being, dare to tease himself? The most unforgivable thing is, this kid still has the face to talk like that. Do it alone? One more participant in the war, and you'll cry yourself out?

Is the boy awake or not?

It's a crazy dream!

How dare you challenge a god like yourself with the faint power of his divine rank?

“Death!”

Aside from second kills, Sandfire feels that he is using any means to kill, even if he wastes just one more second, it is difficult to forgive himself!

After affirming the strength of the other party, and having determined from the expression that it was not a trap, Sha Feng ignored any identity or relationship of the young man in front of him, and proceeded directly with the intention of carrying a horrible killing machine with divine power to complete the instantaneous killing. Whoever this kid is, whoever this guy is, he's dead!

Because what he's challenging is a god like himself!

God, no mortal provocation!

His palms, hundreds of times faster than lightning, crossed a short space and strangled Yueyang's throat.

Prepare to pick this kid up like a chicken in a thousand seconds, and then fall like an egg, heavily on the ground, so that this crazy ignorant guy's head, even the whole person, smashes, smashes, explodes, smashes into a piece of shit!

Boom...

They do get picked up like chickens, and they do fall on the ground like eggs.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the angry sandstorm that did the job.

It's the one who looks weak, can laugh, and is a harmless crossing man!

The blush watching the battle, the chin falling off, the eyeballs almost didn't pop out of the orbit... this is even more amazing than seeing a little ant flip a mammoth! Being the Lord of God and living for more than 10,000 years, Akashi thought he had seen the vast majority of things in the world in his life, and there was nothing left to lose. However, now he suddenly discovers if he is a bit of a frog at the bottom of the well. From the mysterious young man in front of him, he can't help but create this exclamation... compared to the flames and glasses of the day, the miracle of the young man in front of him, is even more shocking and frightening!

“Impossible, no, that's impossible!” The sandstorm, which was carried around his neck and heavily fell on the ground, was unwilling to accept the facts, despite the abnormal pain on his body.

“I'm so sorry, I just accidentally overdid it!” Sorry about the crossing man: “I'll be watching out next, don't cry! ”

“Pfft!” Don't talk about the sand wind, it's just that the redheads watching have an urge to spit blood.

“You are clearly just a god, a god in a district, how could you touch me!” Sandstorm is a dream.

“This, with your wisdom, is hard to explain.” Yueyang expressed regret, then he made another suggestion to take good care of the sand wind emotion: “If you think I grabbed your neck, eating sand on the ground hurts your self-esteem too much, otherwise I'll only hit you in the face! I assure you, the slap is loud and crisp, but it will never hurt. Even if your face swells slightly, there will never be any dark residue of internal injuries. Believe me, I have good control skills and extensive facial punching experience! ”

Yueyang suggested that the sand wind distort the nose.

Smoke straight in the corner of your mouth.

He wanted to shout, but because he was so angry, he couldn't shout a word. He could only shake his finger at Yueyang and couldn't find a word to deal with for half a day...

Supreme will!

A little bit of a doorway was seen by the stars.

Without being confused in the Bureau, Qi Qi was also confused, but 10,000 years ago, the performance of the two great gods of flame and ice flashed, and it reappeared deep in the memory of his mind, making him suddenly understand.

The two great gods of fire and ice were completely different from the ordinary pseudo-gods. Not to mention the false gods of Sandstorm, which are the dark daylight, seeing the flames and the ice, and the fear of rats seeing cats, how can there be today's wind? When the relics of the ancient gods came to life, when the heavenly and heavenly powerful heard the news, hundreds of divine powerful men came to seize them, but let the flames and glasses join forces and kill them all in the mysterious realm.

Always connected to the outside buildings, the mountains outside the mountains and the sky and the secret passages outside the sky.

And because of the seal of the two great gods.

Long live the news.

In the heavens outside, the four most powerful gods, in search of victory and helplessness, wanted to release the "dangerous light" of the King of God, which had been sealed in the building since ancient times, and failed. The four great gods of heaven and earth, not only died, but the artifact of the original fate was also earned by the gods, the dark day, the vengeance of heaven, the sunshine...

Neither of them would have fallen prematurely had it not been for the re-sealing of the 'danger', the repetition of the ancient laws and the exhaustion of the hearts and minds of too much flame and ice.

Too much flame and ice. If anyone were alive, how would the mountains be like this today?

Where's the place to talk in the dark?

This young man in front of him is certainly much more powerful than the two great gods of fire and ice, but the realm is surprisingly similar, and even this young man showed a more relaxed and tolerant attitude when fighting against the ‘godly powerful'. It feels like he's not fighting, he's playing tricks, a sense of superiority that goes far beyond the heights of the living, and he's endless in this young man. This, even the two great gods of fire and ice, didn't seem so strong!

The memories of the past flashed through the blushing mind, contrasting them with the eyes.

He came to an amazing conclusion.

This young man is no less fiery and glassy than he was... at least, not weaker than any of the two great gods!

Boom!

Sha Feng rushed up to play with Yueyang, letting Yueyang slap a few dozen meters outside, his teeth spilled blood, half his face almost didn't hit the pig head, even his sturdy teeth loosened a few.

Sandstorm held his swollen face in his hand, and he was still reluctant to believe the truth.

As a high god himself.

To let a god find his teeth?

This, this is impossible!

Must be hallucinations!

It's some kind of treasure or some kind of special gifted ability fool, it can never be true...

“I'm sorry I overdid it again... I tried to put up with it, but I couldn't. If you looked in the mirror, you'd understand how I felt. You must know how bad your face is.” Yueyang's voice was full of apologies, sincerely offer kindness and condolences to Sha Feng: “Your face, at first glance, makes people want to slap you, I can't bear to slap you! ”

According to Yueyang classmate, he slapped Sha Feng in the face.

And the sand wind, in addition to being satisfied, has to be full of gratitude.

Perhaps we should also say thank you.

Because putting up with Yueyang is not an easy task.

“I ate you alive!” Sha Feng was furious, and now he, if he could catch Yueyang classmate, might actually eat this damn crossing man raw. Even if you hit someone in the face, you have to be grateful. It's too demanding. It's hard to be strong! Forget about the sand wind. Even a monk can't handle this humiliating fire!

“Remember, don't be reasonable with the barbarians. We can't do that to cows!” Yueyang classmates saw the sandstorm erupt, the platoon fell into the sea and attacked, and there was leisure time to educate Snake Demon Little Laurie around.

“Mm-hmm!” Snake Demon Little Lori nodded.

Sand wind's divine power.

When it explodes, you can destroy a mountain in a second.

At this time, he, angry, can say that there is no more reservations. Once he strikes, he will lose Yueyang for a second. He will never see this kid live in the world for even one more second. The sandstorm with hatred, which deters the heavens and the earth, even the redneck who watches, hastily retreats from the sandstorm and dares not face it. After all, he now has only 30% less power. If he is not careful, he may let the sand wind kill him again.

Carrying her lover, who was still unconscious for a long time, she withdrew ten miles away.

He was surprised to find out.

This retreat is unnecessary.

The divine power of the sand wind, though horrific, has failed to cause even the slightest damage.

The young man in the Mighty Storm is still chatting with the Guardian of His Life Beast, and nobody is around, and all the divine power, as if it doesn't work for this young man, slips past him.

In the absence of the death of the sandstorm, just one point, this mysterious young man once again incredibly gathered the full force of the sandstorm into a sphere of great compressive strength, suspended above his fingers, spinning constantly. Qi dare to say that even the original master of divine power, Sha Feng, cannot do this.

This high pressure condenses the extremely compressed divine energy sphere, and I'm afraid neither the dark day nor the gods will be able to do so.

This effect can only be achieved if it was too flammable and glassy.

Who is this young man who understates and stretches his hand to play with the sandstorm between his hands? Where did you come from? And where did it come from? With this in mind, Qiao's heart is filled with questions...

Defeating the sandstorm is a miracle, and playing with a god like the sandstorm is no longer a miracle!

How the hell did he do that?

I don't get it.

Just as he couldn't figure out how too much flame and ice could have reversed the situation in the 'Sky Out' invasion and tried to wipe out his opponent!

Is it really that important to speak of the supreme will of too much flame and ice?

Ten thousand years have passed.

To date, there are no answers in Red Heart!

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