Supreme Uprising

Blood slaughter, within the realm of Sumi!

The Blood Taoist and the Blood Sky Dominator sit on their knees in a virtual hall, both with a touch of rigour.

“This time the Blood Fighting Grounds did cultivate a few good seedlings.” Blood skies dominated the speech room, handing over information on several people to the bloodslayer.

These are a few young, positively young people, some of whom even smell like tiger eagles.

The Blood Killer looked at these young people and nodded with satisfaction. These young people were very good. If they were well cultivated, adding a few more talents to the Blood Killer would definitely mean that they were ready for the day.

But they're still quite different!

“Biro Yunyang is a lot worse, but cultivating and cultivating can also be the backbone of our bloodshed.” The Lord of the Blood Sky gently said: "Master Dao, no news from the Temple of Divine Martial Arts? ”

The Blood Killer nodded: “No, it's been ten years since he was promoted to the Sixth Hall! ”

“He's not dead, but, similarly, he's not coming out. ”

The news of Luo Yunyang, the most intestinal hanging, is that blood killer, after all, Luo Yunyang is the best disciple in years of blood killer.

When Luo Yunyang walked into the Temple of Divine Martial Arts, the whole bloodshed thought Luo Yunyang was too reckless this time.

Temple of Divine Martial Arts, it's too dangerous!

But Luo Yunyang has made a request to the giant leader of the divine alliance, so even if it is a human race, there is no choice at this time.

When Luo Yunyang broke into the fifth floor, many people who had a good relationship with Luo Yunyang cheered, even many people felt that Luo Yunyang might have broken through the first stage.

But no one thought that in the sixth floor, Luo Yunyang stayed for 10 years.

Luo Yunyang's light still shines on the top five floors on the Shenbu pillar, which heralds that Luo Yunyang is not dead, but Luo Yunyang has not come out of the Shenbu pillar in 10 years.

“Hey, he's supposed to be one of our best disciples, but unfortunately, he's not from among the great people.” Blood skies reigned silently for a moment, sighing.

If the people in the Eighteen Kilpoles killed Thunder, then Thunder would be dead for nothing and everything would be according to the rules of the Divine League.

If Luo Yunyang comes from a first-class ethnic group, this matter is not small, but it is also big. After all, the divine alliance has rules. In the face of the weak power of the first-class ethnic group, the Lei Kuang ethnic group should be equally cautious, even if it is arrogant.

At most, it's just a little bit of a loss.

However, Luo Yunyang is biased towards the third class of people, which makes the killing of Thunder Ming impossible to end, so that people can not afford it.

Ultimately, Luo Yunyang chose the Temple of Divine Martial Arts himself, although the people were prepared to bleed greatly. Over the past decade, although the people are still under the Lei Kuang clan, the Lei Kuang clan has no action against the people.

This is not the face of the people, but the face of the godly lord of the realm. Even if the people of Lei Guang hate Luo Yunyang, they will not dare to attack the people.

“Daoist, how is the promotion of our people going?” Although the Blood Sky Master is very concerned about Luo Yunyang, at this time he knows that he will not get any useful news from the Taoist Master, so the topic shifted.

For example, the entire human race is concerned about the promotion of the human race.

Each class of race in the divine league bears different powers and duties. Obligations, of course, are important, but once promoted to a secondary race, the benefits are too great.

Otherwise, the inclination of resources can give people strength and an unprecedented leap forward.

Of course, the promotion of the people, which represents the second race, will have a race that falls from the second level, and now it is almost certain that this falling race is the Moray race.

Although the Mofei have caused many trips to the people over the years, the power of the people has been increasing, but the power of the Mofei is diminishing.

The millennium rating convention is the best opportunity for people to advance to the second level of the Divine League. Not only does the blood-sky care about this, but some of the younger generations of the star landscape care about it immensely.

After all, this is the biggest thing in the human race right now!

As the leader of the Nine Paths of the People, the Blood Killer rarely leaked the wind on this matter, but this time, the Blood Killer said to his brother: “I think it's almost time! ”

Blood Taoist is a cautious man, and it is no longer easy for him to say almost this ambiguity.

With a brilliant smile on the face of the blood emperor, he laughed hahahaha: “My people have only one galaxy, which seriously hinders the development of the people. If we can give 10,000 years, then my people can march towards the first class! ”

“By then, we will be able to exhale in the entire divine alliance! ”

The Blood Killer nodded: “Don't worry, the days of frowning and exhaling will never be too far away. ”

Just as the Blood Taoist and the Blood Sky Master were talking about human promotion, in a star filled with thunder, two people were also talking about it.

Except these two people, one from the Thunder Light Nation and the other from the Mofei Nation.

The Moreans, who kneel on their knees, look quite young, but at this moment he dares not show a slight gesture.

“Great Thunder Source, your wisdom, can say candlelit for thousands of miles!” The warriors of the Namora tribe respectfully said: "The people dared to kill His Majesty the Thunder in the starry sky plains, and see how fearless they were of the great Thunderbeam tribe. ”

“And the people are also a strong race, and 10,000 years ago, the Moors were ten times stronger than them, but now, in terms of combined strength, they have surpassed the past. ”

The voices of the Namora people were accompanied by a hint of fear: "If we let the people develop like this, a small second-class group will never satisfy their appetite. ”

“Their goal will be first class and eighteen pillars! ”

Looking at the Thunder Genus did not mean anything to anger, the talking Mofei continued: “If we do not stop them from the second class now and thus divide them, I am afraid that one day the Thunder will step behind our Mofei. ”

“By then, great lord, then...”

“Bang!”

The talking Mofei flew out upside down, his face, heavily fell on the ground, and at the moment he landed, one foot stomped on his face without mercy.

For a moment, the original well-maintained face became fleshly blurred, and a huge pit appeared on the ground laid with thunder stone.

“Are you using an exhilarating technique? Humph, you are so impatient to live in front of me! ”

“Remember, I gave you everything from the Murphy, and we wanted to take it. Even if you risked your lives, you couldn't keep it, but again, we wanted to give it to you, and no one else could take it. Do you understand?”

After these words, the man who spoke stepped heavily on his already blurred face before leaving.

The Murphy man, struggling to climb up from the ground, although at this time he was covered in blood, was not angry at all, even in his eyes, with a smile.

He had accomplished his purpose, and even this time the result, which was surprising to his satisfaction.

“People, the place of our Murphy is not what you want to replace, you can replace, hahaha! ”

The sixth temple of Shenmu Palace, Luo Yunyang is facing at this time, is his 396 opponents. This is a Thunder Nation. Although his body is smaller than the thunder that died in Luo Yunyang's hands, the momentum of this Thunder Nation is too strong.

The power of a thunder converged behind him into two broad wings, and beneath the thunder wings, a thunder of wind appeared.

Luo Yunyang is on the next five floors, it is not the first time he has encountered this opponent, he is well aware that this opponent cultivates the rare wind and thunder of the Thunder clan, the wings made by Thunder Ting can not only become a tool for rapid movement, but can also be used as a knife in general.

Almost no words, the Thunder Light Martial Artist swept up and headed straight for Luo Yunyang.

He was fast, but the moment he vacated, a black, like a mixed aperture, dissipated from Luo Yunyang's body.

These apertures, around Luo Yunyang, form a black light screen.

The layers of light are confusing and not counting at all. At this time, how many light screens and how many apertures.

The thunderclan strong man who was supposed to be as fast as electricity, when he flew close to Luoyunyang hundred square meters circle, his speed had decreased to just one percent.

Although this is also not slow for ordinary warriors, it is too slow for strong men like Luo Yunyun.

“3600 layers of Mixed Hole Light Waves, each layer has a diminishing effect of a thousandth, you shouldn't have met me now.” Even though he knew that the rival of the Thunder Nation was just an unconscious man, Luo Yunyang turned to him.

Ten years of constant action has made him feel incredibly lonely. Naturally, this talk is also a way to reduce loneliness.

The strong Thunder Clan speaks silently, but between his wings swinging wildly, a thunderous knife flashes wildly towards Luo Yunyang.

Unfortunately, these knives, at the moment of contact with a mixed hole light wave, have been absorbed by these mixed light waves.

Before Luo Yunyang, all that remains of these light waves is some residue.

“You take my cue, too, and swallow the world!” Luo Yunyang spoke, fingers apart by more than a dozen lengths, towards the strong man of the Thunder Clan.

A little black light rushed into the front of the Thunder strong people, and had realized that the dangerous Thunder strong people crazed the power of wind thunder, but the black light suddenly swelled a hundred, swallowing the Thunder strong people into the black light.

And just momentarily, the endless black light turns into a black dot again, disappearing without a trace!