"Destroy it!"
On that day, it was just my lucky day. I met five top talents of the Terran family. As long as you kill them all, you will have a great harvest. The devil's way of heaven will be greatly rewarded.
"Here, if there is no mistake, there are two top talents of the Terran.
You can't escape! "
Grinning a mouth, like a blood basin, vaguely, there is an endless demon howling constantly sounded.
With a slap, the whole kingdom is directly shrouded.
Destroy it!!
Proust had an irrepressible excitement, a great advantage, waving his little hand at himself. As long as this slap goes down, the world will be destroyed.
Destroying such a world is of course nothing to the domain master who has opened up a star field. However, if there is one or two top talents of the Terran, then it is a great joy.
Bang Bang Bang
In this way, the whole starry sky, which is directly caused by a big storm, is full of danger. The whole starry sky is full of joy and celebration for Proust.
In the starry sky, one star after another opened his eyes for him. The power of the stars gathered quickly to make contributions to his slap, just like the dog leg, waving flags and shouting.
"Ha ha
People have happy things to enjoy! Even the stars are celebrating for themselves, waving flags and shouting for themselves.
Bang
What can be resisted by a slap?
Finally, the slap, the two-day weekend, and Proust, who was just laughing, was stunned.
Staring, just hanging on the face of the ferocious smile, all rigid, all production, all are disappeared, but, looking at the front, there is a feeling of being cheated, flooding into my heart.
"You..."
There is no mistake. This guy is the damned Terran. It seems that Wang Yang is called. Before, it seems that he has directly attacked his own projection.
"Didn't you laugh so much just now?
Why don't you laugh? "
Wang Yang opened his eyes and appeared in the starry sky. Looking at the grim smile on his face like a ghost, he sneered and said.
"Well, how dare you come out?"
When he saw Wang Yang, Proust was shocked. However, it was the domain master and his psychological quality was still on the pass line. Although he was shocked, he was still very quick. He just stopped his mind and looked at Wang Yang and asked questions aloud.
In his heart, his slap down, you are a person to die, is a ghost to die, how dare you come out?
"You are disappointed.
Your strength is really good, but if you want me to be shot to death like this by you, you will think wrong. "
"Is it?"
As if Proust had traversed so many spaces, in one step, he came to Wang Yang, and with one punch, he hit Wang Yang.
"Just in time!"
As soon as Wang Yang's eyes lit up, his body and body had just entered a stage of metamorphosis. You just came to the door and it was the pillow I needed.
At present, Wang Yang directly welcomed him.
The power is determined by four factors: the will of mind, the power of great powers, the physical combat body, and the cultivation of martial arts and Taoism.
It is obvious that the slap just now is the strongest one in Proust's martial arts cultivation, and it contains his own most proud magic power. However, in this way, can't he be severely damaged?
In this case, then, I'd like to try your physical combat body to pass?
Of course, Proust would not be in a good mood to help Wang Yang verify his body fighting body. However, he knew better that he was the domain master. After being tempered by one star field, he was far more powerful than the main body of the universe.
"Than physical combat body? It's just what I want! "
At the moment, Wang Yang turned straight up and clenched his fist. He fought against Prussia, which was inseparable from each other. For a moment, even the whole starry sky was pierced by them.
Layers of thunder continue to explode, in the faint, you can even see countless thunder, self-developed all kinds of magic soldiers, all kinds of heavenly soldiers will kill from time to time.
The strength of the two is really too terrible. In such a competition, those soldiers and generals, which are developed by thunder themselves, have no chance to even make a move, and they are directly torn in the middle.
"Yes, look at my magic power!"
The physical body and the body are not even cheap. So, we'd better compete with the supernatural powers.
Proust is also a variety of magical powers, attacking Wang Yang, or all kinds of demons, or all kinds of magic shadows, or tearing the heaven and earth, breaking through the nine layers of thunder, the whole scene is extremely terrible. The General Lord of the great world, under such a terrible attack, is afraid that he can not even save his life, and will be directly torn to pieces."That's it?"
Feeling the magic power from that side, Wang Yang just sneered and said, "look at my magic power!"
After Wang Yang's death, ten miraculous Taoist patterns emerged naturally. Then, under the control of Wang Yang's ideas, ten magical Taoist patterns naturally formed and evolved. Finally, a light column connecting the sky was formed, which was manifested on the top of his head.
As soon as the light column of the sky appeared, it seemed that the master was ushered in between the sky and the sky. All kinds of laws and various visions were constantly manifesting. First of all, there was a reaction, which was Proust. He clearly felt that his great magic power was directly reduced to a level.
It's like a copper shell bullet that suddenly turns into a rubber bullet. The gun is still the same gun, but its power has dropped several levels.
Bang Bang Bang
The final result is that Proust's great magic power, which attacks Wang Yang fiercely, is directly erased by him.
"You, how could you have such a great power?"
Proust is the domain master in the end. Even if he is too shocked to continue the attack, he can still keep his own peace.
"Hey, isn't it a surprise?
Is it shocking? You think, genius, why genius? "
Wang Yang was very proud of his smile.
Because, he had a feeling that his own thinking did not seem to be wrong.
Now this feeling is even stronger.
"Hum!"
Wang Yang's complacency is based on his own pain. How can Proust make him do it? No matter how much anger in his heart, at this time, he suppressed himself to calm down.
"Genius? It is because you are geniuses that kill you, our reward will be more generous.
Today, let's see whether you are a more powerful genius or whether Laozi's cultivation is more profound. "
Proust was furious.
He is a domain master. His powerful energy is enough for him to open up a star realm. Even if he is the fourth heaven realm, he is also a master. Now he is so despised by a new Terran? It's just ridiculous.