Long Live Summons!

Single or group beatings? The choice given by the ‘Captain', the first guard of the Central Temple, was particularly in the eardrums, and the slaughter took place.

He's actually been waiting a long time.

In the hand of the divine soldier blood sickle is shamelessly seized by Aban, even earlier in the moment when the sick beauty easily resisted his attack with crystal walls, crystal shields, and rudely bruised the pride of this second powerful swallowing people, the Holocaust God, who can also cross the heavenly realm, has sworn to give this shame back to one of the thumb of the Thousand Times Martial Arts.

Yue Titan?

He aspired to kill for a long time and then quickly.

Had it not been for an extremely hidden dissuasion from the East, he would not have been able to bear to launch an attack earlier, where could he have waited until now?

“Go to hell!” When the time is right, a group of several heavenly gods will surround it. Perhaps the next second, the boy will die. Now is a good time for revenge and resentment. If you don't do it at this moment? When more?

With his hands raised high, an ultra-heavy quasi-heavy ‘bloodthirsty’ warrior appeared between his ten fingers.

Bloodflower Axe in the shape of Magic Iron.

It's just a speckled rune, and it's more of a bloodthirsty, fierce power.

Whether it's wide blades, corner handles, or spirally twisted curves on either side, none of them stand out.

The giant god soldier lifted up, the momentum unstoppably chopped off the top of Yueyang's head, this chopping, with the Holocaust has suppressed the ultimate anger divine power, there is the power to open the ground, let alone the flesh body of the district, although the mountain peak is invisible, under this remembrance chopped, I am afraid there is only one-half of the result.

“Too slow.” Yueyang spewed two words cold and cold.

The statue remains intact.

But the real body is long gone.

Yue Yang appeared behind him in the moment when Tu Wan was almost out of reach, pressing slowly in front of him with one hand. As long as the action was real, he believed that he was as strong as Tu Wan, he would not be able to eat and walk.

It seems that Yueyang had long anticipated a surprise massacre, the first guard captain of the central temple, waiting there long ago.

The golden fist punched through the energy field of time and space, unbelievably fast, compared to the slaughter of a bloody axe, one is lightning, one is turtle climbing, completely incomparable. Halfway through, the golden fist flashed away and turned into tens of millions of golden stars. After each point of starlight, it was a solid fist. As long as Yueyang received any punch, the wound would not fall under the massive axe of the massacre... the rainy fist formed a golden light screen to cover the day.

“Too stupid.” Yueyang's remnants were blown to pieces.

But the voice he left before he disappeared clearly penetrated everyone's eardrums.

This pinch carries a totally unshakeable voice of supreme will, and non-boxing energy can be eliminated, even if the space breaks down, it still penetrates the human heart.

Yueyang appeared for the second time.

Behind that supermassive dude with a strong talent of up to twenty meters is the invincible supremacy of a hill.

Not to pour the supreme but flexible like a fish, while Yueyang flashed, in less than a tenth of a second, he had incredibly turned that supermassive body, fisting like a wall, bombing Yueyang.

Huge, but not overwhelming, heavy punches are faster than a captain's fast punch, which is as dense as a rain spot and lightning. Yue Yang Wan didn't expect to be able to do so at such an astonishing rate in such a shape as not to be overwhelmed by supremacy. Dangerously leap forward and jump slightly out of the reach of the undefeated attack. If you are half way late, you will probably make the undefeated punch into a meatloaf.

“Too slow!” I have returned this sentence to Yueyang without being overwhelmed.

He hasn't retracted his fist yet.

Flexible as a snake, lean back.

His right leg is thousands of times faster than a meteor's blast, and the fragmented statue of space continues to stretch behind him, unable to keep up with his spinning kick.

Violent and rapid kicking forced Yueyang's hands and feet to mess up. Although that foot looked huge and unmatched, Yueyang had a feeling that if he let this foot kick, he would probably be right in the chin, and then the whole head would explode without being overthrown...

Nobody wants to be a headless corpse.

Yueyang quickly flipped back and avoided this precise kick.

“Stupid!” It seems to have been calculated that Yueyang would have dodged this way, or that under his attack, Yueyang had no possibility of a second option. Heavy punch, no kick back, two types of attack still, but not supreme just so weird, the waist bar folded forward, it actually incredibly leaned forward, has been accumulating left hand, palms have amassed a glowing more sunny divine light ball.

He gently gave away this sun-like divine light bulb.

Exactly.

Dropped on Yueyang's spinning body.

Although this divine light sphere is huge enough to completely obscure the shape of Yueyang as a whole, Yueyang, who has been tricked, can feel that the real intrusion and maximum power point of this divine light sphere is to attack his facial door.

Yueyang could not escape, but as a man, he was not powerless.

Speaking of desperation, he didn't lose to anyone.

In an inescapable desperate situation, Yueyang struck the divine light sphere with one end, looking like he was dying.

Meanwhile, ten meters behind Yueyang, that slim and indefinite golden shadow, the heavenly slaughter god in the heavenly realm has also changed its colour, appearing silently and silently. Tens of thousands of blood-red divine rays crossed and crushed the entire space. Behind Yueyang, the sky collapsed into a black hole that absorbed everything. As soon as the divine light sphere exploded, the power of impact could blow him into the black hole, and then he would be banished indefinitely without dying, and it was not known what year and months the exact space-time coordinates would be found to return to the Tower of Tong.

Yueyang suddenly and fatally shook the divine power light sphere in a strange move, instead, it detonated the divine power light sphere in advance.

There was a shocking explosion.

Yueyang, who should have fallen into the black hole, was fortunate enough to blow up half the sky, perilously rubbing the edge of the black hole and flying off.

“Drink!” the giant soldier's bloodthirsty battle axe in his hand slaughtered, jumped to the earthquake of Yueyang, on the other hand, especially the captain above him has been waiting for a long time.

“Give it back!” Yueyang bomb flew in a folded shape, the orbit changed, did not face the massacre, instead, accelerated the flying towards the slim golden shadow, waved hands, a cross of the concentration of divine power, although there were no hundreds of thousands of changes, but actually cut the first strong swallower of the heavenly tribe who did not exist at the time of the illusion time, the Heavenly Massacre was slaughtered.

The world of the Heavenly Slaughter God seemed to smile lightly, and the thousands of red gods burst into flames.

Blood-Red Spirit.

Face the cross slaughter.

The attitudes of both sides were the same, and they were not shuddered to the bottom, their shapes colliding in the shattered sky.

The mysterious God of the Heavenly Slaughter slaughtered, making a sharp howl, like a wounded beast. Then disappear, and no one can capture its true whereabouts.

Only a drop of golden divine blood descended slowly and twistedly from the broken sky and dripped onto the ground of the bloody altar.

Drop in front of Yueyang.

At this time.

Yueyang's body also showed dozens of blood-red wounds, flesh rolled over, and blood penetrated his coat like a fountain, as if it had been cut and hanged by an invisible blade. Injured, he was finally injured by the combined strike of several super powerful god class strong men! The double-headed dragon and other people who watched the war couldn't help but find a relief... If, in this case, this Yue Titan is still unharmed, if not damaged at all, then why don't we all just kill ourselves and expect the share of the ruins of the gods? That's an impossible dream!

Fortunately, this Yue Titan is strong, but also hurts!

Under the siege of several divine ranks.

He hasn't defeated yet, but he's already showing the downwind.

There is still hope in the ruins of the gods, laying out the first think-tank of the whole field for a thousand years Eastern, should win... even genius like Yue Titan, can't fight Eastern, because this guy's calculations are too deep, and the great power is simply not manpower that can be saved.

“No.” Oriental, who has not kept his hands on the game, suddenly denied it: “Yue Jia San should not have been injured. This intensity of the siege is not enough to traumatize Yue Titan by dozens. To deduce this, being stuck in desperation is deliberate, hard-working and deliberate. Hey, I get it, Yue Titan is using his blood to guide the way. Little Master Yue, are you guiding your beast in the direction of the Grey Wolf? Or, perhaps, to give a clear hint to His Majesty, who hides so deeply? ”

“The Grey Wolf isn't here?” Yue Yang's gaze was a little strange, looking around him, but he didn't even notice its whereabouts.

Even if it is expelled from the heavens by the Orient with his chess talent and thrown into any space in the Tower, it should arrive. And with the guidance of its own blood, it should get to itself immediately. Why doesn't it respond?

Was it held back by some means by the East?

But what Orient says, it doesn't look like him.

Is that the Lord's work?

Yue Yang's gaze gradually turned over the residual statue of the bloody altar, his eyebrows wrinkled.

The power fluctuations sensed on the Statue of the Disabled are now all gone. This should be impossible. Even if the Orient and the Emperor strike together, it will not be possible to destroy the Statue of the Disabled, which existed tens of millions of years ago. Is the ancient power of the Blood Altar capable of counteracting and interfering?

“Well, I didn't expect you to soon discover something suspicious. It's true that Yue Titan was the first day of the Tower of Heaven. I thought this kind of 'galaxy reflex, time and space reverse' board could keep hiding from you. I didn't expect you to find it so soon. Funny, funny combat intuition, Yue Titan, so what would you do next to reverse it? How can you use your expertise to reverse the despair in this unfavourable battlefield, built entirely by my divine power, by my wisdom, by the majesty of my laws, away from the Tower of Heaven, away from the ladder, away from the heavenly chessboard battlefield of the bloody altar, which is extremely beneficial to you? No foreign aid, no war beasts, no treasure books, no divine weapons, nothing, just yourself, a man, a lonely man, fighting alone...” The words of the East are not finished, the whole heavens and the earth, suddenly there has been a change.

It is no longer the bloody altar of the White Valley on the fifth floor of the heavenly ladder.

Here.

Suddenly, it was transformed into heaven.

A place Yueyang doesn't even know.

Kind of like the world in Treasure space, it has the same law and dignity, it is also built by divine power, it is also ruled by the will of the East, but Yueyang is 100% certain that this is not the Treasure world, but the East has built a heavenly realm with his divine power for 10,000 years.

If this is the world in the Book of Treasures in the hands of the East, then it is a good thing for Yueyang.

Because he possesses no treasure book power to suppress the Trial Dictionary.

Even the Bible that always accompanies growth.

It's not a goddess, it can't be suppressed.

But.

In this special region, which has been built with divine power for thousands of years, the entire space, the entire heavens and the earth, has completely infiltrated his will, and nowhere does it reflect the wisdom and the power of the law of the East...

Inside, it's like a closed special space.

Not only Yueyang, no one, no one, can use the Summoning Book and the Warcraft, nor can it reveal a single message to the outside world.

“So this is really the board world created by chess talent? It's amazing! Now I know why you, who look like an ordinary person, are the first person under the Supreme Temple of the Central Temple, and why you have the qualifications to plot through the Tower of Heaven. Turns out this is the real embodiment of your strength!” Yueyang has been worried that the Orient will move until the Orient's bottom card doubles, and he feels that this bottom card far exceeds his estimates and is completely unexpected.

Yueyang waited for the Eastern hand.

Waiting for his cards.

However, this card is not something he would accept...

* * * * * * * * * (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)