Scoring the Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Get-go

On the tomb of the Tomb, there is a shocking battle to break out.

Looking at it, it is a densely numb spirit, such as the ant colony, all over the earth.

The pilot royal family, the life is not much, only more than 20 million.

But on each life, it is a bruise with a cruelty.

That is a cruel expression that sees the prey.

This war is concerned about them, but it is a massacre.

As for the destiny of the slavery.

Although the number of creatures is a few more times the Wulfailian military army.

But a lot of souls are all mood, worried.

Even the ethnicity is long, it is pale as papers, it is uneasy.

At first glance, the War is a military army of the fate of the league, and it is half-filled with the military team.

But in fact, it is a military military army, surrounding the army of the Destiny League.

Because both parties, it is not above a level.

There are five figures, and the emil is appearing in the festival.

It is the Tianjiao of the Wulk Royal Nationality.

Among them, there is a bloody saint.

She glanced at the destiny of the fate, with a mealliner and disdain in my eyes.

In her eyes, several millions of slavery, but it is the fish on the chopping board.

But she is still cold.

"What is your holy, where, let him come out!"

Destiny League here.

Tuo Yuyu and Tuoay and others walked out.

Tuo Yu looked at the Pilot of the Wulfaili, the brow is locked.

"How is it for seven days, how is it?" The blood of the saint did not think it was.

"It's impossible." Tuo Yukukahiro.

He also guessed.

Even if you are smashing, it is estimated that they are also difficult to have a good end.

"Hey, the benevolent people are kind, it seems to be redundant." Blood spirit sighs.

"I said it early, I will not kill directly." The knife armored Luo Tian Tianjiao sounded cold, murderous.

I heard the words in their mouth, this side, Tuo Yu and some families, the pupils were slightly shrinkage.

Emperor?

This name represents what they are clear.

It is the name of the immortal Emperor's top day!

The big figures behind the five veins are actually a mission!

This makes a group of slavers, and the face can't help but change.

The immortal Emperor is in their eyes, and there is no difference with God.

Seeing this group of people's response, the blood of the saint has a smile, and then the lack of laughter.

"You are never unyielding, do not mean others, now, now you can give you a chance." The blood of the saint smiled.

That look, it is to watch the play.

Have to say, they still have some means.

At the war, you still don't forget to pass the mortuary.

Tuo Yuewei, did not say anything.

He is also just testing, who is absolutely loyal to the god of fate and the creation.

Who is a water to touch the fish.

Suddenly, the Qi Dynasty shouted: "I am willing to fall!"

"Qi Yu, you!" Tuo Lan is full, anger.

"Sister, don't say it." Tuo Yuyou swayed and gazing his neighborhood.

He led the entire Qi Rong.

Obviously, this is a good time before.

"My Birds are also willing to return." There is a long shouting.

Subsequently, there is a slave party to returning.

Finally, there are hundreds of slavers, and the footsteps of 100,000 slaves are falling!

At once, the fate of the League, the power was again severely weakened.

"Gigg, interesting, what you call, and it is too fragile."

"What destiny and the god of creation, now it seems that it is a clown that is believed."

Bloody holy woman has no mock up.

"God can not be humiliated!"

Tuoba Yuji Pefei is picking, and the eyes are blaming.

It is the god of fate and the creation, and has changed his fate.

Let him grow from a slavery teenager, and it is a holy wish of the people who are honored.

He does not allow anyone to insult the destiny and the god of the creation.

"kill!"

Duo Yuyu is under the order.

The rest of the slave army is roaring.

Their faith is firmly unhappy, and even surpassing life and death, so it is not afraid.

"The ridiculous antity, the mandarin car, the mission of the emperor, must be completed." The blood of the soul squatted.

As long as you can pleases the god of the god, even if it is just a waiter.

For her, there are great benefits.

The entire Blood is therefore benefiting.

The Wulk Royal Counsel is also shot, and it is mighty.

Although the number is not as the slavery, it is shocking.

Soon, only a few rounds of rushing.

The slave is 100,000 people.

Many slavery spirits are mourning to fall in a bloody.

The Xuan Zun of the Queen, the gods of the Shenzun level have not been shot.

Otherwise, the death injury may be more horrible.

"This situation seems to have no need for one day, you can solve the battle." The knife armored Luo Tian is cold.

It is untid to have to be killed.

The god of the god can make a lot of resentment, sacrifice his gods, and the god ring.

"Things to do, our five-wheeled family can fly random." The young sky of the Green Ghosts arrived with a brutal smile.

In their view.

These hundreds of thousands of creatures, the only value is to let them fly.

As the war is increasing.

There have been hundreds of thousands of people fall down.

A grief atmosphere is filled.

"The great destiny and the god of creation, please ask you to save us!"

"Great God, I pray to you!"

Rear, some slaves of old weak women, red eyes are praying.

Their husband, son, in the bloody.

A slavery is full of despair.

"Why, why?"

Tuo Late is tears, and it is incomparable.

The fate of the fate of the establishment of them, is it necessary to distinguish this?

Tuo Yu is also kneading his fist.

Although he has a holy story.

But in the face of this level of fighting, it is still in powerless.

Not to mention the real big people in the royal family, Xuan Zun, Shen Zun grade strong, has not yet shot.

There is also a more horrible emperor character behind behind.

There is no other good way to pray for fate and creation to the god of life.

Just throughout the battle, it was presented as a slaughter.

Suddenly, there are two figure, tearing void, from it.

A face is facing, a white.

A cigarette skirt, a light yarn.

It is Jun Xiaoyao and Luo Xiangling.

Luo Xiangling covered with a light yarn on his face.

Because she is too beautiful, wherever they come to attract four-way, so wear a light yarn, isolated.

"stop."

Indifference sound from Jun Xiaoyou.

It seems to be with a strange magic, and I am inbound into the heart of the people.

The battlefield of the whole killing is quietly quiet.

The eyes of the blood of the saints, the first time falls on Jun Xiaoyao and Luo Xiangling.

Their two laws were restrained and did not leak a slight breath.

"You are?" "Blood spirit saint and other royal family's arrogance.

Jun Xiaoyao did not look at them in the first time.

Instead, I looked at the fate of the fate alliance, swing from the Qi Dynasty, the bird's family and other traitor.

"Tracers, more disgusting than enemies."

Jun Xiaoyou slowly lifted his hand and played a referring.

Hey!

Cheerful, Bird People and other traitor, add up to millions of people.

In an instant, the flesh is broken, and the smoke is flying!

This hand, instantly makes the entire battlefield, caught in the dead!