Thunder Martial

Four daughters do not rush to the Divine Nation, but they are only the Holy King's, so how can they be rivals of the Divine Nation?

You know, in a short time, even Grand Saint died a lot.

Divine Nation, this is a existence that transcends humanity's strongest power, and is by no means capable of confrontation.

The apathetic god clan, one clap shot, all four attackers broke down, while their bodies flipped upside down and coughed up blood injuries.

Then came the clan of the gods, and the seal of the palm of the gods fell down from the sky on the four women.

“Pfft!”

Four women coughed their blood successively, their figure landed and their breath became depressing.

“It is indeed a pity that these great beauties killed directly. But... in the end, it's just a mortal!” The divine clan said with indifference that his face looked very arrogant.

He's a god, but what if he's beautiful? In the end, it's just a mortal!

“Let's get you on the road now! ”

His palms were raised again, and the power of God poured over the dome of heaven, and his palms fell toward the four women on the ground.

This is the Palm of the Undead. It is more powerful and must be killed.

The depressed Fourth Lady stood up and looked up at the Divine Nation, even if they died, they would stand and die.

What about the Divine Clan?

I'm sure Purple will kill them one day!

They are not afraid of death, they are just reluctant.

Without other friends, without extremism, without purple.

“Goodbye, Zijuan! ”

“Goodbye. ”

“It was the greatest pleasure of my life to meet you. ”

“If there is an afterlife, I hope to meet you again! ”

The four women were ready for death, and the fierce palm print fell from the sky, blowing their bloodstained robes with a powerful breath and curling their long, dark hair.

Falling palm prints carried a shadow, and the Divine Clan smiled.

But in the end, this clap did not fall.

Prepared to meet the four women of death, when they saw the palm marks of their whereabouts, they suddenly paused as they approached them.

The palm print was suspended in the air, but it did not fall, but the atmosphere remained violent.

The smiling expression of the Divine Nation changed. He looked ahead with some uncertainty and looked at the four women. The woman with a slight mark on her eyebrows.

He doesn't even know this woman and can feel that she's not strong. But the breath that floats on each other is the most pure breath of God.

Beyond that, the other party's eyebrows, with the mark of God, are the mark of the true Divine Nation.

“Who are you?” Uncertain of his suspicions, he dared not take the killer, only to look at each other and ask.

“Roll!”

The divine woman, looking up at the divine family, sounded indifferent.

“You…” were so ignored that the face of the Divine Nation changed and looked very ugly, but did not dare to kill this seemingly less powerful Divine Nation.

“The district is just a pseudo god, dare to attack my friends, who gave you the guts?” The divine woman spoke again, and the words remained cold.

And this god called the pseudo-god, his face changed dramatically, and his breath became disturbed, and he could hardly control the palm print above.

The divine woman was Yiqian. She arrived at a critical moment. When she was happy in her heart, she was also a little afraid. If she was a little late, it would be really dangerous. How would she explain to Purple then?

Suddenly so many pseudo-gods appeared on the eighth floor, she was somewhat unprepared and saw a lot of heavy fighting along the way.

The pseudo-god has not retreated, and the palm print on his head is still there, but the god clan has not dared to continue.

The void distorted, killing Xuanbu and Peacock, the two great holy gods came, and after seeing Yiqian below, their faces were also stunned.

But one of them seemed to think of something, his face suddenly changed and he immediately saluted to Yiqian: “Witu has seen the goddess! ”

“Goddess? ”

When the other two listened, their faces changed instantly. This name is not something that ordinary people can possess, and even those who are true gods cannot possess it. It is a special name that heralds an extraordinary identity.

Several of them are pseudo-gods, and even now the existence of wanton killings on this eighth level is pseudo-god, and the true god clan, if not Yiqian, came this time with only five people.

The palm print on the dome dissipated, and the fake god's face was full of terror.

In the eyes of mortals, they are divine, but in the true eyes of God, they are only pseudo-gods who possess divine skill but have no blood whatsoever. In all honesty, they are the servants of God.

“Get lost!”

Yiqian swept the three of them at once, coldly said.

When the three men were pardoned, they once again paid tribute to Yiqian and quickly left.

“Are you all right?” The three of them left, and Yiqian turned to look at the four women with concern and asked.

Su Mengyao shook his head and said: “Nothing, thank you again this time. ”

For the rest of her life after the robbery, the other three women's faces remained very calm.

“You don't have to be so polite with me. I'm friends with Zijuan, and I should help you. I just didn't expect them to come out of nowhere and join the fight.” Yiqian said with some apologies.

“This could be destiny.” Su Mengyao's eyes looked ahead and his eyes filled with worry.

In a short period of time, the two Great Sacred Meteors fell, which made her somewhat unacceptable, and she also learned of the fall of the Great White Tiger Sage.

“There are still plenty of pseudo-gods here, so you can come with me.” Yiqian looked at the four people and said.

After a little hesitation, Su Mengyao nodded, “That would be troublesome. ”

“Where's Zijuan? Didn't you see him? ”

“No. We've been looking for him, too, but there's no clue. ”

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……

It's a siege against the stars of life, and even if Yiqian is a goddess, she can't save everyone.

Because she doesn't have that power, and she doesn't have that many pseudo-gods to buy her bills.

She could only take the four girls, and then go to Zijuan to see if she could think of another way.

In addition to this, several people will be prompted to withdraw from this floor as soon as they meet the Brothers of the Star of Life.

Originally, after the previous showdown, the Star of Life side had taken an absolute advantage, but the Divine Clan intervened unexpectedly for all.

The energy shock in the sky is a new battle going on, Yiqian and others quickly flew forward.

But by the time he reached the battlefield, the battle had ended. Su Mengyao had seen two enemies, one Jiyuan Dasheng and the other pseudo-god.

A young man on the ground lost his life, and he was surrounded by fragmented banners.

He's Lu Peng. The entire star of life, the highest formationalist ever created by the formation method, met with Zixuan a long time ago, it can be said that Zixuan can have such a rich and great achievement, the formationalist Lu Penggong is indispensable.

When they saw Yiqian, the distance was to salute her and then quickly leave.

When I left, I listened only to Grand Sage Ki Yuan: “They have other holy kings, all of which are very difficult to wrangle and solve together the best. ”

Once a leader of a different race, today he became a dog in front of a pseudo-god, killing human geniuses with a pseudo-god everywhere.

Especially those heavily combated holy kings, who are regarded by the masses as the future existence of the Star of Life, are the main targets of their killings.

Several people flew downward, came to Lu Peng, Su Mengyao tried to create a rule energy, which fell on Lu Peng, surrounded by a circle and then retrieved.

She shook her head and Lu Peng was dead.

“Is this heaven to destroy our star of life? Why is that?” Lin Xue's tears slipped down. She and Su Mengyao knew Lu Peng a long time ago. Both sides were friends who grew up together. I didn't expect him to die here.

“The Divine Nation is already a superior being, why should they attack us?” Wang Xian's face is also very complicated and very sad.

Yiqian stood there, somewhat overwhelmed, she was a goddess, yes, all the pseudo-gods were afraid of her, in awe of her, but she had no substantive power.

Lu Peng's death was deplorable, but several people did not even give him a chance to collect the body, his body was decomposed by the unique rules of Thunder Temple.

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……

Zhang Haotian's body flashed, appeared from the hidden void, his face was pale, just appeared was a big cough blood.

“How dare you make a fool of yourself in front of me? ”

When Zhang Haotian appeared, the void behind him was distorted, and a pseudo god came out of it and looked at him indifferently. Behind the pseudo-god, he followed a heretical great saint, who was fortunate enough to escape.

Under his guidance, the pseudo-gods came to exterminate Zhang Haotian.

In fact, the pseudo-god of the church, how could he surrender himself against a holy king in the district? These pseudo-gods could not have dealt with the Holy King had they not been informed of their potential by the Grand Sage of Qi Yuan and others.

But now that the decision has been made, no Holy King can survive from their eyes.

“God Clan! ”

Zhang Haotian turned around and stared at each other indifferently, revealing Sen Cold Killer in his eyes.

His figure flashed and he hid again in the void.

“Humph!”

With a cold snort, a smudge appeared on the pseudo-god's face, turning around and slapping him in the back.

Around the palm print of the colored light, fell into the void, only the void was broken, Zhang Haotian's figure appeared, accidentally hit by the palm print.

“Boom!”

Heavy energy surged, Zhang Haotian's attack stopped, his mouth sprayed with blood, and his blood filled with broken guts. His cold eyes gradually lost their shine and his body fell toward the earth.

When Su Mengyao and others arrived, they happened to see Zhang Haotian's weapon. As for the body, it had been decomposed.

Afterwards, none of the savage stones, Wu Evil, Shangguanhong, Dongqing and other people escaped the pursuit of the pseudo-gods, all of whom died of death.

The genius of the Star of Life and the great saints, in a short time, have died ninety percent.

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The purple of the middle knee in the hall opened his eyes, and the flying knife in front of him circled him, like a spinning light, fast.

He was very satisfied with the Thunder Knife this time and his battle strength improved again.

Put away the flying knife and he turned around and walked out of the hall.

The palace behind him was distorted and vanished from sight, leaving the purple in the middle of the sky.

Instead of waiting for him to say good emotions, he saw a magnificent beast in front of him with thunderous rage, falling from the sky.