My Super Estate

The second thousand six hundred and twenty-seven chapters one to one hundred?

Wang Yang's expression was very calm, as if he didn't see that there were a large number of demons in front of him.

Even, he still has a leisurely mood, staring at the death, looking back and forth across his body.

"Huh, Lord Sifang, what are you looking at?"

"I am watching!

Now, this Demon team is headed by your death!"

"fart!

I'm waiting for three people, only to kill your lord of the Quartet. Why come first?"

The god of death hasn't spoken yet, and Huang Quan's ancestors have shouted loudly.

"Look!"

Wang Yang smiled softly, and his meaning was self-evident.

Death's face is dark enough, but now, he is even darker.

"To shut up!"

This damn Huangquan ancestor, how did he grow up to this point?

Even the simplest such alienation can't be seen. It's just a pig brain.

"Sovereign Lord, you have to say more, today, I wait for 130 demon clan, one by one, all have the way of the universe overlord.

In the universe, it may still be unsatisfactory, however, being in this vast world is your end."

Grim Reaper is definitely not talkative.

If you can do it, try not to whistle.

To kill a person early, start fighting first.

However, the damn Huang Quan's ancestors were simply pig teammates. Before the frame was opened, the scene had not been set up yet, and he affected internal unity.

However, it is enough to say such a sentence. Let me first kill the Quartet.

Reaper Scythe, this is the most famous magic soldier in the universe.

It is the most powerful embodiment of Bleach.

Unfortunately, his sickle has been severed by Wang Yang.

The sleeve robe waved, and suddenly a cold wind blew.

The wind of death, under the attack, can eliminate the vitality of the human body, the most vicious.Even if it is a cosmic overlord, the way is not as good as humans, no matter how many, in this wind of death, it will die.

This is the supernatural power of the god of death. Once, he was allowed to break out of the name of Noda in the universe.

Since possessing the death scythe, he has rarely used this supernatural power.

Rarely used, it does not mean that it is really useless.

On the contrary, it is very useful.

The wind of death is very domineering.

This kind of domineering is not the kind of typhoon typhoon, only the wind is strong.In fact, with such strength as Wang Yang, no matter how strong the wind is, without the support of the Avenue, it is also impossible to affect him.

However, the death wind, its hegemony, is that it can ignore any defense, no matter how powerful your physical body is, it is still directly blowing into your spiritual world.

Even, you can follow some kind of telepathy and blow it towards your soul.

The three souls and seven souls are all likely to be blown away, and even the vitality in your body can be blown away.

A gray-black wind blew towards him.

Wang Yang's first reaction was to dodge.

This is an evil wind. Especially, it is a great magical power displayed by the god of death.

Wang Yang is ready for everything, but unfortunately, he wants to dodge, too late.

This evil wind has a special power. Wang Yang wants to evade, but his body doesn't even listen to his call.

Late reaction?

It was finally possible to act, but that bad wind had already struck him.

Obviously, this evil wind, under the control of the god of death, already has some fascinating ability.

Obviously came from all over the world, but when this evil wind really hit Wang Yang, all the wind was poured into Wang Yang's body.

It's like, inside Wang Yang's body, there is a dimension space. This evil wind, without any resistance, is directly absorbed by Wang Yang passively.

"Quick, quick shot, he has been completely cut off from the heart and flesh by the wind of death. It is the best time to kill him."

Obviously, the god of death also has self-knowledge, and he clearly knows that his own wind of death cannot have much influence on the princes of the Quartet.

It cannot be said that there is no impact at all, only that this impact has been minimized.

Direct killing is already impossible.

However, if only one person is given to live, and the connection between his mind and body is broken, this is still enough.

"Haha, die!"

Ancestor Huang Quan was the most excited.Without saying a word, just take the flag of Huangquan out and move it toward the front, and shake it fiercely.

Suddenly, a big river of Huangquan rammed towards Wang Yang.

Since it is no longer possible to move, it depends on whether you can live in front of the Huangquan River like Laozi!

Quite strangely, this river of Huangquan is not only facing Wang Yang, but also the god of death.

Everyone is the strength of the emperor level. Between the shots, it is already vast and powerful. All kinds of powerful magical powers, under full exertion, swept everything.

If Wang Yang would really not be able to move, all of this is of course the best. The Huangquan River is directly washed away, and Wang Yang bears the brunt.

However, is Wang Yang really immobile?

In other words, does Wang Yang really have no movement?

If he can move?

"Huangquan Ancestor!!!"

Death yelled in anger.

It was surprising that Wang Yang could move, but Huang Quan’s ancestors rushed towards Huang Quan with a damn thing.

What the hell do he want?

Reaper first thought of what the Quartet Lord just said.

If it is said that there was no deliberate reminder from the Quartet, the god of death may not have responded, but since he has already reminded, then all these things are different.

The Xuanming Patriarch was not this damn thing. He ignored it, and a Huangquan River directly smashed it. Then, the Xuanming Patriarch's avenue space was directly smashed.

Then, the ancestor Xuan Ming was hit hard and was taken down by the lord of the Quartet?

In fact, this was not the case at all.

Ancestor Huang Quan is definitely not the main responsible party.

But what about this?

This bastard actually came to him.

What does he want to do?

Are you going to hit yourself hard, and then give him the Sifang host meeting?

Or is this damn Huangquan ancestor intentionally?

In such a scene in front of him, Wang Yang looked at it all.

Suddenly, my heart was secretly surprised.

"Haha, as I expected, these demons are already used to speaking with strength and solving problems with their own fists.

When it comes to themselves, they simply don’t think much about it."

Wang Yang was very happy, but just casually, he would have such a big harvest.