Mechanical God Emperor

The Sansha Goddess was smashed by two emperor secret treasures. The origin was created. Once it was swallowed into the black hole, the source of life madly emerged from within its own wounds and was swallowed up by Yang Feng.

"Little beast!! Give me to die!!"

A cold cold and cold voice burst into the void, and the void appeared, and the real sacred sacred from the void, filled with the horror of the semi-emperor series, holding the emperor secret treasure [ The real sword of the gods] A sword went to Yang Feng.

In a flash, a horrible sword with a stretch of thousands of miles smashed the void and went straight to Yang Feng.

Yunlong Dasheng's face changed slightly, and suddenly the secret method was applied. The [Yunlong Xuanzi Tortoiseshell] in his hand suddenly flew out, and a true-spirited Yunlong mysterious snake suddenly emerged. Numerous curses flashed and evolved into a cloud world. Stacked, almost endless.

The sword of Mang [Shenzhen Shenjian] is in the world of the cloud, the shining light shines, purifies everything, smashes everything, splits the world of the cloud directly, and squats on a tortoise shell.

Bang! !

In the sound of a loud noise that shook the world, Yunlong Dasheng, along with the [Yunlong Xuanzi Tortoiseshell], was shocked and spurted out a blood.

Yin Yao Da Sheng holding a [Silver Yaotian Scorpion Spear] directly a thorn, a body length of thousands of miles, filled with a trace of the emperor's breath of silver Yao Tian suddenly emerged, you can smash all the double tongs toward the real market.

In the eyes of the real market, the cold eyes flashed, and the sword was once again.

A sword mans runs through the void, containing the power of cause and effect, squatting on the silvery scorpio, a sword will directly smash the silver scorpion, and will be on the body of the silver glory, the right shoulder of the silver glory The shoulders are cut off and the blood flashes.

"The Great Virtue!!"

"He finally showed up!!"

"The real sacred sacred shot, this day is holy!!"

"..."

In the void, the thoughts of the saints came together from afar, and when they saw the appearance of the Great Wall, they were all excited.

The Great Virtue of the Great Wall is the most horrible heritage of the Protoss of the True Market. A strong man of the semi-emperor series is enough to sweep the world. One person holds the Emperor's secret treasure to suppress a tribe.

Yang Feng's body showed a torrent of time, toward the silver glory of the Great St., Yunlong Dasheng, rolled up the two great saints, fled to the distance.

The main battle robots of countless master series are like tides, and they are directly rushing toward the Great Wall.

"Tiansheng, today is your place of burial!!"

In the eyes of the real market, the eyes of the sacred eyes flashed with hustle and bustle, and the light shining behind them, a huge and incomparable real-world Protoss battleship suddenly emerged.

The four major corps of the Zhenzhen Protoss who went to suppress Yang Feng finally appeared.

The horror of the eight great holy and twenty-three holy levels emerged from the battleship of the true Protoss.

The four major regiments are the most powerful force of the real market protoss. They are also an invincible spear of the attack of the real market Protoss. The master is like a cloud, and the strong is like a rain. The perennial battle is the most elite force of the real market.

Even if the strongest of a semi-emperor series, if there is no emperor secret treasure bodyguard, the four major regiments who are alone in the real market Protoss can only be **** at most.

Since the real market of the gods was destroyed by Yang Feng, the four major regiments of the real market Protoss disappeared and now finally appeared.

A strong man of the Promise of the Protoss flies out of the battleship, his eyes are red, regardless of life and death, madly attacked Yang Feng.

The real market **** country was directly destroyed by Yang Feng. I don’t know how many people of the real market Protoss died in the hands of Yang Feng. The strong people of the real market Protoss are already crazy.

In the eyes of the real market, there is a violent color in the eyes of the Holy Ghost: "Tian Sheng, you are fierce and violent, and your heart is poisonous. You dare to kill me. There are countless people in the real market. Today is your place of burial. Yours are all I will kill all the tribes, one will not stay. Even if they escape to the edge of the universe, I will never let them go."

"It turned out to be a trap!!"

"The real market may also let Yang Feng escape! The four major regiments shot, Yang Feng is dead!!"

"No, there are people!!"

"There are people!!"

"......."

The thoughts of the saints suddenly fell asleep and looked into the void.

In the void, there was a burst of shackles, one full of black long hair, and the konjac up to a kilometer stepped out step by step, followed by eight hundred-meter-high konjac behind him. The kilometer-high konjac is a great saint, and the other eight konjac are eight saints.

The height of the konjac eyes flashed a faint sigh of coldness: "Tian Sheng, I am a black meteor sacred, my woman is a real market protoss! Come here today to kill you!!"

The void is shining.

Numerous flames flashed, and a giant holy flame giant shrouded in an endless flame stepped out of the void. Behind the Flame Giants, three dragons, fire owls, and fire snakes were flying.

The big sacred shrouded in the endless flame stared at Yang Feng, and his eyes flashed with Mori’s incomparable murder: "Tian Sheng, I am a great sacred monk, kill you today!!"

A meteorite flies directly from a distance, and falls down here and directly splits. In the middle of the meteorite, sitting on a beautiful and beautiful beauty. At the side of the beautiful woman, sitting in a beautiful man of the real market Protoss.

In the middle of the meteorite, the fabulous beauty sighed and sighed: "Tian Sheng, I am Yue Ning. I didn't want to be an enemy of you. But my husband is a true source of the Protoss. You want to kill the real market Protoss. I have to kill you."

The peerless beauty man of the real market protoss stunned Yang Feng, his eyes filled with grievances: "Yue Ning, what do you do with him nonsense? Today he is dead."

"Haha!! Heaven, you are arrogant, have you ever thought, today is your death?"

A beautiful and beautiful look, with a trace of arrogance, the great saint came out of the void and stared at Yang Feng.

"This space has been sealed by my family, Tiansheng, surrender. If you surrender, I can plead with the Great Virgin and spare the lives of your family."

The emptiness of the void flashed, and a huge extraordinary star-shaped sky Peng, which was thousands of miles long, suddenly appeared. After the big sacred star sky Peng, it also followed tens of thousands of stars.

When the starry sky Peng was born, it was able to manipulate the law of space freely. The starry sky and the great sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred sacred space.

"Tiansheng, you are too overbearing. The friends of the real market Protoss are all over the eternal star field. Is this the existence of your little human race? If you climb to the throne and become the ninth warlock emperor of the human race, you are also qualified to say This is the case. Now, you are not qualified enough!!"

A burst of gusts of wind, a gust of wind formed by the gust of wind suddenly emerged, staring coldly at Yang Feng, his eyes flashing a glimpse of color.

One after another, the glory of the glory, one and the other saints stared at Yang Feng, and the eyes flashed with Morihan’s incomparable murder.

"Black Meteor 猿大圣,巨炎大圣, 蝗大蝗, 悦宁大圣, 星空鹏大圣, 狂风大圣, six great saints are all shot!!"

"Black St., Qingsheng, Jixuan Sheng, Taixing Saint...", the poisonous saint, a total of thirty-six saints. Thirty-six upper-class races. This time, the Holy Spirit is dead."

"The foundation of the real market Protoss is really terrifying. Even if it is hit in succession, it is still able to summon so many great saints and holy people. This time the Holy Father is dead."

"..."

The idea of ​​the Holy One was to see the strong ones appearing and sucking in a cold air. Even if the strongest of a semi-emperor series is under the siege of those powerful races, there is only a decline.

Bo Yuan Da Sheng sees this scene, sucking a cold air: "Eternal Emperor really deserved reputation!!"

The Great War of the Devil licked his lips, and there was a raging war in his eyes: "So many enemies can kill a game. However, this time it is estimated that there are fewer evils."

The Great Tiger of the Night Tiger and the colorful sacred sacred sacred sacred look at the great saints and saints in the void, their faces changed greatly, and a resentment flashed in their eyes. It was just that the night of the tiger, the colorful sacred butterfly, the hands of the great gods were covered with the blood of the real market Protoss, and it was no longer possible to turn back.

The saints who surrendered to Yang Feng were all pale and floating. If they were all set aside by Yang Feng, they would have been betrayed and surrendered.

A line of sight is concentrated on Yang Feng.

Yang Feng glanced at the empty space and looked at the statue of the Great and the Holy One. He smiled coldly: "Is there only you waste?"

"Waste? Tiansheng, you are really a big breath! If you are going to the top of the emperor, we are naturally not your opponent. But now, you are just a cockroach ant! Kill!!"

The real sacred roar screamed, and the sword slammed toward Yang Feng. A sword of incomparable sword light descended from the sky and went to Yang Feng.

The strong men of all major races also shot and applied various spells to attack Yang Feng.

Yang Feng’s eyes flashed in the eyes, and it spurred the eternal treasure [Shenzhen Fortress].

Numerous cursings shine, a skeleton inlaid with countless saints, exuding eternal fluctuations, and the [Shen Fortress] everywhere in the crack suddenly emerges.

In the center of the [Shen Fortress] sits a corpse of the emperor, a trace of immortal emperor from the body of the emperor filled the body, suppressing the Quartet.

The emperor’s corpse opened his eyes and walked down from the sacral throne. He stepped out, punched out, the sky collapsed, the stars collapsed, and all kinds of doomsday scenes suddenly emerged. Above the sword, the sword mantle was directly smashed.

The one of the emperor's corpse smashed the 10,000-mile sword, and took another step. One claw directly grabbed the sacred sacred sacred priest. Countless corpses fell, suppressing the void, distorting everything, and eroding everything.