Lord of All Realms

A dusty brown bone was removed by the great prince of the ashes and thrown into the death mourning bell.

“Boom!”

Tangerine Bone Festival, instantly burning away.

In the pale flame, there is a hidden soul shadow, the pain emerges to the extreme.

“Ah!”

High-end blood, out of the spiritual realm of the great logs, suddenly one hand covered his head, one hand pressed against his chest, tremendously wavering, “Raw wood! Big Brother Shigeki! ”

In the death of the bereavement bell, the burning bone festival, the appearance of the soul shadow, is distinguished by it.

It was Fatou's father, the current Patriarch of the Wood Nation - the Great Shengwood!

The death death death bell burns a fraction of the bones of the great majesty of the tree, burns a pale flame, helps the power of the death death death bell, forms a sound, the soul is about to explode strange noise.

“Raw wood grand reverence! ”

Nie Tian also violently discolored, he was led by the power of witchcraft silence time, and in an unknown wonder, he saw the immense corpse of the great majesty of the raw wood at a glance.

He was convinced that the Lord of the Living Wood was indeed dead and his breath was extinct.

But he doesn't know why the great lord of the trees died, but he can be sure that the body of the great lord of the trees floats in some unknown place.

Of course, it is difficult to judge whether the corpse he saw was intact or not and whether there was a lack of bones.

“Exactly, the death death bell was ignited by the elder of your Mu clan, a piece of bone of the great majesty of the living wood.” The white bone tribe's abysmal majesty, deep green eyes, flashing cold ignorance of life, “the spiritual wood tribe, is the natural enemy of our white bone tribe! Our blood of death, and the blood of your tribe, is at its root conflicting with each other. ”

The great pride of the ashes smiled, “The great pride of the living wood, is the death of my bell, the broken skull! What burns today is his skull bone! Hey, Mu so-called sheikhs, that's all. It contains the bones of life, lit at the hour of death, the flames of death that burn, can make my bells, double the power! ”

“Damn it!” The great lord of logs roared.

As a wooden people, he and the great majesty of the trees are only inconsistent with the idea that the great majesty of the trees and the spiritual world live together in peace.

Ancient spirits, demons, evil spirits, and ghosts have all helped.

Radical log majesty, always disagree with the style of living wood majesty, can wait until he is guided by the ancient tree of third generation life, insight into the truth of the three realms, to know the great majesty of living wood.

Then, he truly understood the majesty of the raw wood, knew what the majesty of the raw wood did and was the guide of the ancient tree of life.

The chief of the clan, by the ashes of the ruins of the white bone clan, smashed the skull, with a broken skull, and lit a pale flame of death, which instantly drove the great lord of logs into madness.

“Bloodline...”

Log huge vibrating arm high, heavenly wood thorn stimulation.

From its gigantic arms, a branch of thorn with thorn spreads suddenly to the great pride of the abyss, such as the sword, like the spear of God, to pierce the great white bone of the abyss.

“Overestimating one's ability to measure oneself. ”

Great green and unseen eyes of the ashes, like that cold pond in the Zhongzhou region, are completely cold.

A slice of his bone, striking the death death bell, "When! ”

A cluster of pale flames, flying out of the bell mouth, rich in death energy, suddenly covered the star dome.

You can also see the Mu clan chief in the pale flame. Before dying, he was constantly smashed into his brain by the death death clock, and the blood splashed.

The scene is so clear, the pain, screaming, unwillingly distorted faces of the majesty of the raw wood are all experienced.

“No!”

The great lord of logs screamed, seemed unable to accept the chief of the clan, and was treated so humiliated by the White Bones before his death.

“Eye of Death! ”

The eyes of the great majesty of the ashes, from the colour of the green and the dark, suddenly changed to the white of the forest.

Mori White's eyes never saw a trace of life again.

Anyone who looks at it can see death, silence, extinction, and feel the intense death intent.

Seems, just looking into his eyes, normal life, all craving death.

The thorn of the great majesty of logs pierced him, burned by a pale flame, drowned by the energy of death, and he grabbed the death death bell, striking it like a hammer in the thorn.

All thorns, suddenly cracked.

The broken thorn, splashed into the fine blood of the majesty of logs, but those sperm blood doors were burned by the flame of death, and the power of life contained therein was instantly burned out.

Dazheng Log was severely traumatized and depressed.

Many of the spectators present, with their hearts engaged in the war, could not be stopped as long as the death bell was ringing, their heartache, the loss of life.

This prevents them from concentrating, from releasing their hands and from truly causing harm and threats to the great dignity of the crystal bone.

“None of your elders are my opponents. I smashed your skull to death. How dare you yell at me?” The great prince of the ashes grabbed the death mourning bell, the horrible bone of the mountain, and forced it step by step, "you called the great prince of logs, right? I will shatter your skull, just as I would kill the great lord of the living wood, so that you can walk into the dust of the great lord of the living wood. ”

“Tsk tsk. ”

The tone of majesty of the ashes, full of disdain, seems boring.

“You are too weak compared to the majesty of Shigeki. Well, that's right. It is on its own strength that the majesty of the living wood achieves high order majesty. And you, which you didn't achieve, became the hierarchy of superiority. It is because of the death of the great majesty of the living wood, the founder of your Mu clan, who saw no one in the ancient tree of life, that the seedlings were drawn to help you break through the high-order bloodline. ”

“Such a you will always be difficult to equate with the great lord of Shiraki, forever! ”

Striking the death bell of the great majesty of logs and the great majesty of the ashes, striking everywhere.

“Ka Ka! ”

In an instant, thorns condensed in the blood of the great majesty of logs burst forth.

For every blast, the blood of the great majesty of logs is lost in part.

The great prince of the ashes has not yet come to him. The blood rank of the great prince of logs has fallen from the rank of the high order to the rank of the middle order.

He, by the white bone tribe of the great pride of the ashes, beaten the blood order and other order plummeted.

“Hey, that's your real power.” The cold eyes of the great prince of the ashes, the meaning of death, "Go, taste the taste of my death mourning bell, like the great prince of the raw wood. ”

The clock suddenly swelled.

The bloated death bell, such as Mount Tae, struck the head of the grand majesty of logs.

All strong people, including the three great priests of the Gu Ling Nation, are too late to escape the death clock, which haunts the power of heart death.

Only…

The White Bones' death mourning bell, harshly, struck a scepter.

“Pong!”

A strange clock marked with the rule of death, such as a blast on the iron of God, the scepter did not see a crack, an engraved river, but rather flowed raggedly.

Thousands of murderous souls in the Underworld River have long been dead and have no fear of the impact of the power of death.

Soul as the tide, instead poured into the death bereavement bell, even the pale flame of the bell seemed to be poured out alive by the water of the river of the Ghost Wand.

“Ghost scepter! ”

The dignified bone of the abyss snapped the death mourning bell, staring down at the scepter, snorted.

The soul of Nie Tian, holding the sceptre of the Ghost, said: "Your death mourning bell does not work for me! ”

He, in the pure soul form, is in charge of the great death-extinction apparatus of the heavenly soul. Faced with the death death death death clock, he is not under much pressure.

The death bereavement strike struck the Ghost scepter and did not cause any damage to the Ghost scepter.

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