Chapter 1372

"My Lord!" Without waiting for him to think more, the friars at the scene couldn't help it. A friar with pale hair was exhausted. But it revealed a strange excitement. At this moment, as if the bone had been taken away, he knelt down on the ground and choked: "Welcome

"Welcome, my Lord!" Behind him, all the monks knelt on the ground and spoke hoarsely. Many people have been secretly looking at the back of the portal. Xu Yangyi smiles. Between waving, the huge transmission array fluctuates, and thousands of streamers gush out. In the battlefield full of gunpowder smoke, a bright river is pulled out.

Flag hunting, angry tornado waves, thousands of monks murderous burst into the void. The sudden brilliance was so clear on the battlefield that the monks in all directions burst out with an earth shaking cheer, and the thin and incomparable light curtain brightened once again.

There are not many people, but this is a signal.

Signal of reinforcements coming!

The surrounding smoke, the stars outside the curtain of light, as if the initial aura stopped for a while. In the dilapidated attic after attic, on the far wall where Xu Yangyi could not reach his divine sense, a young friar of foundation building pursed his lips and his fingers were shaking. It was because he kept a posture convulsion for a long time, and the broken flag around him roared in the wind. He did not hesitate to hold the magic weapon in his hand.

Just in front of the major thoroughfares, the light curtain 3000 meters away has cracked cobwebs, like broken glass, and the collapsing talisman maintains the last barely complete shape. The splendor of death spurts out from the cobweb, separated by a light curtain, behind which stands for the boundless beginning of death, just like an endless river blocked by a dam.

Just a moment ago, the twinkling streamer of stars outside disappeared. They understood that this was not a truce, but the final darkness before dawn.

If reinforcements are the dawn.

A monk at the defensive point lights up Baoguang. The white light tears the dark star sky and becomes the gorgeous Aurora, endless, forming the sea tide of light and the kingdom of light.

Xu Yangyi's eyes suddenly beat. In the green retina, he saw a strange picture.

Not thirteen

It's a

Mingming saw the thirteen Taichu in his eyes, but there was only one red spot on his retina, which was far more than the thirteen Zunsheng. If Zunsheng was the moon, it was a scorching sun.

The sky is vast and majestic.

"Be careful." Xu Yang Yi lowered his eyes and passed on a divine knowledge to all Zunsheng quietly: "I'm afraid it's not just Zunsheng."

However, no one could distinguish his words carefully. The next second, the spirit light seemed to be attracted and rushed towards the thirteen saints.

In a flash, their bodies became holy and white. Instead of being destroyed, their upper body swelled up quickly, and infinite brilliance gushed out from the pores of the seven orifices, forming thirteen brilliant suns.

In this second, the silence, the boundless grand scene of the universe opened the stage for the killing. The elixirs, who built the foundation, grasped the magic weapon in their hands. The twenty Holy Spirits confront each other in the void. The tranquility before the storm is the glory before destruction.

The void is shaking, dancing the cry of hell. The fierce wind pressure is everywhere, blowing layers of ripples on the light curtain. With an earth shaking sound, thirteen paths of Guanghua, which condenses hundreds of thousands of Taichu's efforts, burst out from Zunsheng's mouth and rushed to the sky sea!

Kalala! There is no suspense. The mountain protection array, which has been shrouded for tens of thousands of years, is instantly annihilated in the light of swallowing everything. It turns into a little spiritual light flying all over the sky. Within tens of millions of miles, the white light blows snow and the snow dances in the sky.

It was a beautiful scene.

The snow of spiritual light is flying, reflecting the halo refracted by the universe, which is unreal in beauty.

This scene is also extremely cruel.

Because this kind of beauty will be red with blood.

The great sound is hard to hear. Time seems to slow down. A leader of the tour guide opened his mouth and shouted out the charge with all his strength. That ferocious face, hoarse roar are all engulfed by Guanghua, and no one hears Taichu's trumpet to convey the sky. The bleak voice is submerged in the sea of magnificent light, and then tens of thousands of Taichu's rain comes down.

Some are dragon like bodies with wings on their backs, some are vampire like human bats, and some are two headed monsters like hawk witches. They are dense and endless, and the stars are falling at this moment, which is very shocking.

At the same time, the four streamers rushed to the star dome. As Guanghua passed, all Taichu became fly ash and pulled out a vacuum channel in the air. However, none of Taichu tried to encircle and kill. Zunsheng and xiasijing were not in the same battlefield. Xu Yangyi and Zhao Ziqi were about to rush up, but suddenly said: "wait!""Why?" Chu Zhaonan also stopped. There was a rare panic in Zhao Ziqi's eyes. He took a cold breath: "dead breath..."

"What a dead breath

He took a cold breath and looked around. The dark sky of stars was like rain, but it shocked him that he was isolated by the world: "I've never felt such a strong breath of death... Listen..."

There is no need for him to say that Xu Yangyi and Chu Zhaonan are already extremely cautious. Because... They heard it.

The call of the tide.

Hua... Hua... The sound of the rising and falling tides, which is very familiar, but absolutely should not appear here, reverberates through the whole space, getting closer and larger! Then... With a loud bang, the sky collapsed.

The real sky collapses, and the dark and deep star dome seems to be completely broken, followed by an endless flood!

Real water!

The sea god passed the East, the evil wind came back, the waves hit the stone wall of Tianmen, no one can describe the shock of this scene, the sky collapsed, and the Yellow Dragon danced. It seems to have broken the yaochi lake and overturned the Tianhe river. In all directions, only the roaring sound of the flood engulfed millions of soldiers on the scene, covered up such as the stars flying down Taichu, and there was only a vast water curtain between heaven and earth!

There was no resistance at all. It was a desperate doomsday trial. All the friars took a breath. Without saying a word, Xu Yangyi and others completely burst out, covering tens of thousands of meters. Prepare for the deluge.

"How can it be..." Chu Zhaonan shook his head unconsciously, opened his mouth and murmured: "here is the starry sky... There is no atmosphere above his head, there is no sky... It's just a dark star dome! How can there be water! "

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It's a human instinct for something that can't be resisted.

But, No.

There is no smashing impact, no shock of the sky, the sound of the waves is still. A few seconds later, a monk of three sects opened his tightly closed eyes, and his heart was still beating wildly in his chest. The feeling of survival made his breath extremely short. However, he was dull just after seeing it.

"God..." a few seconds later, he just said.

These floods seem to be guided, whistling around the sky sea, forming a vast ocean around this huge city, as if... Here is a funnel in the sea, and water curtain rushes in all directions, forming a submarine basin