Chapter 1074

Lord Ye Huang was held in the palm of his hand by the witch God sculpture. The ten foot high sculpture seemed to be alive. The God robe danced the mountains and rivers and affected the hearts and souls of everyone.

The second generation of witches waved their hands, and all the heavy drums on the martial arts field sounded. The Guangwu war body personally aroused the heavy drum to awaken the fateful gene of foreign affiliated forces. The horn of witches' attack was actually a dragon horn.

Sobbing————————

The solemn and majestic sound of the horn went away and inspired the ancient blood in the human body. The witch blood was boiling and the beasts roared.

Ah——————

Roar -——————

The heroes of the gods stepped on the mountains and rivers, punched and hammered their chest. It seemed that they were looking back at the heroes of that year, torn by the war, and the elite kings were reckless and arrogant, with their eyes looking down.

No matter what camp it is, there is no disrespect for the generation of Wuzu. The strong are the strong after all. You can't fear it, but you must respect it!

The fierce demon God's fighting body was also inspired, roared up, his muscles tightened, and his momentum rushed out. The strong people in all directions retreated one after another, and even the eyes of the God were filled with awe.

At this time, Qin Wentian's eyes changed. It was no longer that he didn't care before. Now he was more in awe and even had the meaning of submission.

Ye QingHan frowned and felt uneasy when he saw the change of Qin Wentian's attitude. Now she is not stable enough for all the pieces in his hands. If Qin Wentian has a problem, it is unknown who will lose and win in the future war!

Boom, boom!

Dong Dong!

The blood in ye QingHan's body began to burn, and the dragon scale almost burst out. He was surprised and quickly suppressed it to prevent the divine power from roaring out.

At this moment, all the real elite and strong showed their real strength. The cultivation of God's sons and goddesses in major holy places was terrible. Some hidden people could not be suppressed when the horn of the wizard sounded.

Dong Dong!

Ling Shaoyu's divine robe burst, revealing his strong bronze skin. The heavy drum hammer in his hands kept pounding at the heavy drum, and the speed was getting faster and faster. Each hammer seemed to hit everyone's heart. The weak people withdrew from the martial arts arena one after another and didn't dare to stay here at all.

Dong Dong Dong Dong Dong——————

There are thirteen heavy drums, each of which is one foot high. Each of the twelve Branches inherited by the witch family has a pair. Each branch has three strong men who are the most powerful in the flesh. The drums are beating constantly.

This is the real beginning of the grand ceremony of the Wu God Jin Feng. Wake up the blood of the Wu family, the blood of all gods, the spirits of heaven, and the chaotic era to return to the world!

The drums burst into the sky, scattered the clouds, and the sky was blue.

Poof——————

The first thing I can't stand is the Wuzu drummer. This heavy drum is a chaotic giant divine soldier. Not everyone can afford it. Ling Shaoyu can't bear it. Not to mention those strong branches. The drum lasted less than 20 breaths. Three drummers vomited blood, burst their flesh and died on the spot!

"The canonization ceremony of witches and gods cannot be interrupted! Otherwise it will be unknown, and the six generations of witches and gods will be in danger! Everyone's blood may be destroyed!"

The second generation of witches roared. Seeing that many drummers could not stand it, they couldn't help feeling a little worried.

Many gods are crazy. Their blood and divine power are out of control and can't support at all. They all fall into the state of recovering chaotic blood. While the second generation of witches are casting magic, the ceremony of witches' Jinfeng has begun, and there is no turning back!

Bang!

Immediately after, another drummer was recoiled by the heavy drum, his body burst, and his soul didn't escape!

Ye QingHan's eyebrows are locked. It has nothing to do with whether other people's blood is useless or not, but Li Feng, Gu Qingyu and purple fairy are all trapped in the recovery blood, and ye Huang is still evolving, which is consistent with the mark of the witch God. Nothing can happen!

Jiang Jingtian's blood is already chaotic. He comes from the abyss world. Now the drums and horns have little impact on him. Only they can resist.

"We work together, you six heavy drums, I six heavy drums!"

Ye QingHan and Jiang Jingtian looked at each other and said in a deep voice.

"Good!"

Jiang Jingtian took the lead and rushed to the heavy drum camp in front.

Shua!

Ye QingHan struck back, swept over the heads of the people and grabbed the two drumsticks in the hands of a falling drummer.

Boom, boom!

Ye QingHan's Qi and blood burst out and was no longer suppressed. His veins burst up all over his body. He was as fast as lightning. He seemed to incarnate six people. At the same time, he hit the heavy drum. The drum sounded loud and broke everyone's eardrums. The air wave hit millions of miles, as if it came from the sound of famine!

Dong Dong! Dong Dong!!!

Jiang Jingtian broke out at the same time, cooperated with ye QingHan, and blasted to the remaining six heavy drums at the same time. The space of drum surface earthquake was broken!

Poof——————

They bombarded the heavy drums and eliminated a large number of King elites again. All the rest were blown away in the martial arts arena except for Shenzi and shennv, as well as powerful protectors and foreign affiliated forces.

Dong Dong!!!!

Buzzing————————

The drums burst out of the sky and caused the roar of heaven and earth, as if they were responded by the Tao of heaven. The heaven and earth were filled with melody and solemn and magnificent momentum.

Many gods and goddesses looked at ye QingHan and Jiang Jingtian in shock. Only then did they know that the origin of Ye QingHan's martial arts has been repaired! It is not waste at all, and its strength has been strong enough to be terrible.

"Sure enough, it's him! He's the king of Shura!" Ji Tianling broke into a cold sweat with empty hands, roared at the bottom of his heart, and panicked in his eyes.

Many gods and goddesses are highly motivated to fight. They stare at ye QingHan and Jiang Jingtian, and watch the heavy drum be brought into full play by them, without losing the prestige of that year.

"Good flesh! This is the chaos giant!"

Python was excited in his eyes. He always felt that there was no passion in this chaotic world. Now he finally found the passion of the battlefield!

"Good boy, how dare you cheat me." mang Shenjiao grinned, not angry, but thought he was very clever.

Ye QingHan didn't pay attention to the people's attitude. At the moment, green tendons burst, witch blood and dragon blood intertwined, and roared wildly. Every time he hit the heavy drum, the flesh was strong, and the Dragon scales on the body surface could not be suppressed at any time.

Chant————————

Ye QingHan burst out a dragon roar in his mouth. At this moment, he felt that he agreed with heaven and earth. The ten thousand dharmas and thousands of ways were so clear, as if the nine turn chaotic Tao body was close in front of him. The law was attached to the flesh, and the mysterious runes flew all over the sky. The sky over the ancestral land of the witch family was covered with Shenhua, spread all over the sky, and dragons and Phoenix danced.

Boom!

Ye QingHan and Jiang Jingtian wear animal robes, all of which are derived from divine power. Their strong arms seem to have endless strength, and the drum surface shakes time and space. With the passage of time, more and more people can't bear the impact of the blood of the chaotic era, cough up blood, fly upside down and escape from the martial arts field.

Drums can even be heard for millions of miles. Ling Shaoyu's drums are covered. The sound of horns is accompanied by the sound of drums. The sound of nature comes from outside the sky. There are chaotic marks on the forehead of many holy God sons, which belong to their own race.

Some races are retro, but some have no blood. Retro is because their blood is very pure, but there is no retro blood. Their blood is too thin, and they may not be able to recover their glory.