Storm of Kings

The three groups of blood photosynthetically strangled, and only the purple roc and a circle of golden rings broke through.

"Help! I... I am willing to sign the seal agreement, and from today onwards, I will serve the Holy King of Tianyin as the master." The King of Golden Ring is anxious. He feels that there is horror hidden in the blood shadow, and he may be eaten by it at any time. Nothing left.

"I'm also willing to sign a seal of allegiance to you!" Yingli Saint King was also anxious. This blood shadow is very powerful, and it seems to be more terrifying than the harm of the Great Grind of the Universe. If it cannot break through as soon as possible, the consequences will be disastrous.

At this time, the Donghuang Bell shrank rapidly and turned into three thick bells with thumbs.

Zhou Yu opened his mouth and swallowed the three bells, and his body made a "boom boom" sound, and a circle of gorgeous texture bloomed outward.

"Unbelievable, the breath of the Heavenly Voice Saint King suddenly changed, becoming unpredictable and cannot be guessed by common sense." The first-grade monks looked at each other, and they all saw shock from each other's eyes.

The experts of the Confucian Righteous Alliance and Taoist Tianshui Sect gathered together and noticed that Zhou Yu’s state could not help but be moved: "Zhou Lie is dead, Zhou Yu inherits the mantle of the devil, and today ascends to the top of the holy king. Although she was carried by artifacts. High yourself, but what can you do? The world's treasures that can reach this level are also rare. If the Jade Society turns around this week, only Zhou Lie's five success strengths are needed. Who in the world dares to move the Zhou family?"

"Oh! After this contraction, the Zhou family's vitality has not weakened, but there is an image of standing proudly in the wind, becoming stronger and stronger. This image is definitely not the blessing of my philosophers, so is it..."

"Yes! The world is the world of the philosophers and hundreds of families, not his Zhou family! The world is the evil way, and it does great harm to the world!"

"Yes! This is a battle of ideas, a battle of morality and justice, so is Dao brother ready?"

"Well, you sent a Taoist scripture before, and my righteous alliance can't be stingy. I should send out a calligraphy to continue the life of the trapped eagle."

"It should be so!" Sect Master Tianshui smiled and squinted his eyes to look at the battlefield.

The two great figures pointed to Jiangshan, and they agreed that they could take advantage of the Eagle Power Saint King again. As long as he was given a chance, they might be able to pull Zhou Yu down the quagmire.

Between the flashes of thought, a picture scroll made up of countless small texts floated away.

The letter: "The river flows east to the south of the ancient city of Heyang County. The Spring and Autumn Scriptures are hunted in Heyang, Wang Shen, the court is in the kingsuo, the Marquis of Jin and the guard are returned to the capital, the spring and autumn are left in the 28th year of Gong Xi, the winter meeting is in Wen , Zhiweihou..."

These words come from the annotations of the water classics, and the words are connected and turned into surging rivers and mountains and mirages, showing a magnificent atmosphere between them.

These calligraphy are both copybooks and picture scrolls, condensing the efforts of the predecessors, hiding the Confucian feelings about the vastness of the world, the landscape and the weather seem to be natural and fascinating.

In the picture scroll is a condor, spreading its wings in the wind, and the eagle hits the sky.

At this moment, the condor glides slowly in the picture scroll, and it coincides with the figure of the king of Yingli with a "click".

Look at the circle of the bright sun rising above the horizon in the picture scroll, biting into one place with the "click" of the holy king of the golden ring.

"Hahaha! It seems that the old man should not die!" Yingli Saint King drove the calligraphy upward, trying to break through the blood shadow and leave here.

He thought very well, and the Golden Ring Saint King also meant the same, but the three hybrid giants were frustrated many times, so could the duck in hand be afraid of flying away by flapping its wings?

Doesn't it seem that they are too incompetent?Very likely to become a stain in life.

Therefore, these three celebrities must not be allowed to escape. The two men are just adding their heads, and that woman is the protagonist, especially the three divine bells. You must find ways to win them.

Treasures move people's hearts, the East Emperor Bell is the most precious treasure of the Tao, and a single tap can produce the profound sounds of the Tao.The three hybrid giant kings saw this treasure, and only then watched the five million Hongyin giants become sacrifices.

When the results came out, they couldn't wait and jumped out to pick the fruits.

"No!" The leader of the Righteous Alliance was shocked, and the bloody light and shadow shone into the water script, squeezing all the words into muddy ink.

"Hey..."

In the painting, the condor wailed, and the king of eagle power saw a group of magnificent blood instantly turned into a sea of ​​blood. The blood in the body from the monsters and humans could not escape, and a big wave was swallowed by the blood.

"No, no, no!" The sage king Yingli blasted purple feathers frantically, trying to resist the swallowing of the sea of ​​blood. Unfortunately, after struggling for half a minute, his body was empty and there was no more blood.

The Yingli Saint King was terrified, as if seeing himself fall in a trance.

After a while, he smashed the heavenly spirit cover in a decisive expression, gritted his teeth and abandoned his body to display the magic of the demon spirit, remotely lost blood and self-destructed, and turned into a slap big purple condor and shot away.

This is no longer a dead end, but to do everything possible to send a spiritual imprint, hoping to find a suitable Lu Sheduoshe rebirth.

Seeing that the purple condor left the sea of ​​blood, spreading its wings and about to leave the battlefield, unexpectedly, a big bell came down and sent it into the bell wall.

The big clock disappeared, Zhou Yu stood there, as if drinking wine, Xiafei's cheeks were so beautiful!

"This?"

"Sacred King Tianyin eaten Saint King Yingli?"

"Hey, what a praying mantis catching cicadas and oriole, women are all careful, Yingli Saint King shouldn't offend Zhou's daughter in a big way!"

"No, Zhou Yu just took a bite of the essence, you see, that blood shadow is so weird!"

It was indeed weird, the sea of ​​blood gathered together, raised his hand to grasp the golden ring, and gradually condensed the entity, which looked like the holy king of Yingli.

Another Yingli Saint King appeared.

What made the monks unbelievable was that the blood of the human race and the monster race pushed up the barrier on this person little by little, and in less than ten seconds, a terrible aura erupted, which was no different from the Holy King Yingli.

The hybrid giants stopped in amazement, this change was beyond expectations and was not a product of the plan.

Not only has the newly born Eagle Power Saint King become exceptionally young, but the sea behind him is boundless, and the gray dome above his head is like a sheath. It actually combines the power of the Canglan Giant and the Gray Sky Giant, and is the best of the four clans.

"Bring me all over!" Yingli Saint King emptied, and the twelve hybrid giants seemed to see hell, screaming and fleeing, they even sent themselves to the cosmic mill, just to leave this Very weird guy.

Except for the two mixed-blood giants who escaped from the virtual grasping area earlier, the other ten mixed-blood giants did not have the least resistance, and all turned into blood mist and threw into the eagle's claws.

"Ang..." There seemed to be an eagle in the dark.

This young and unbelievable Yingli Saint King only took one step, and his cultivation broke through the limit of Yingli Saint King and settled on the pinnacle of Super First Grade.

The change happened so quickly that it was impossible to follow.

Zhou Yu had already stretched out his finger one step in advance, drew an etching mark in the air, and returned to the Zhou family altar with a bell-shaped imaginary pattern.

"Huh!" Yingli Saint King looked at the altar and hummed coldly. When his gaze met Zhou Lie, he suddenly took a half step back, and there was a touch of brilliance in his eyes, and his momentum was not lost.

"The battle spirit was born?" Zhou Lie saw some clues, knowing that it would be difficult to take it down.

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