Chapter 2611

In addition to the ancestor of the heart demon, four of the five powerful demons have appeared.

Xuanming Laozu is the most impatient, similarly, he is also the most unfortunate.

It's hard to have an opponent with one move. Unfortunately, he met his nemesis.

Under the light of nine colored immortals, what road and spiritual world have become the past style, as if the ancestors were their own.

Don't stand out in life. To be a devil, you can't show up.

Father xuanming didn't pay close attention to this truth. No one took any action. He just jumped out. Laozu huangquan was a little reluctant. With a big flag of huangquan, the whole void of the universe was shaken. A river with no boundary could be seen. The water of the yellow spring contains a force. The grass doesn't grow long No animal lives, but a bird cannot cross.

I've just been washed away by my own body.

We are all demons, there is no reason, you are more powerful than me.

Father xuanming has made a move, and your father huangquan has also shaken the flag. Is it that I am dying to watch?

Absolutely impossible.

A long handle soul cutting sickle, gently waving robbery, there is a black light, killing Wang Yang.

Just jumped out of the dark world, there is no actual observation of the battlefield, the enemy there has been killed.

What can I do?

Kill!

Victory is what can't be killed.

The scythe of death is really famous. Even as a child, there are legends in all kinds of films and TV.

No one knows whether there is any difference between the God of death and the God of death.

But, you all have scythes, that's right.

Fighting the sickle with flesh?

I'm not stupid.

You are not the only one who has such a magic weapon, so do I.

The purple sword, with the cold, is like a sword of death.

In the mortal world, weapons pay attention to power. In the world of gods and demons, weapons are even more the ancestors of huangquan. They are waving a flag of the yellow spring and controlling a yellow spring river that can't be seen at a glance.

Even Wang Yang, in the face of such a strange thing, he can only dodge.

The netherworld is the dirtiest thing derived from the corpse of a man after his death. Any living creature, once contaminated, is bound to be contaminated.

In the light, the physical combat body will be destroyed, and the serious will be damaged.

The hell master is not a dry eater. Once the hell robe is displayed, it will be vast and mighty. I don't know how many skeletons have been killed.

With one sword, thousands of skeletons were cut off.

However, the strength of the skeleton army is too much, even if it has the sharpest sword, it can not be completely destroyed by one sword.

The most extreme thing is that these troops of skeletons have endless vitality. The skeletons cut by Wang Yang are reunited, and they are on the battlefield collecting white bones for recovery.

"It's all white bone spirits."

Sun Dasheng was furious.

At the beginning, he was punished by his master for three times.

At present, these damned white bone spirits dare to indulge in front of themselves?

At present, regardless of anything, they killed the white bone spirits.

A gold hoop stick, in his hand, is really playing a trick, even if it is only one person, it seems that there are thousands of troops.

The fight was fierce.

Sun Dasheng has a real contest with the endless army of skeletons.

Even, pull out the monkey's hair on his body, open his mouth and blow, then a dense army of monkeys.

Hairy monkey?

Wang Yang ha ha smile, bold and unrestrained, in the face of all kinds of demon giants, is the initiative to launch an attack.

At this moment, Wang Yang is really invincible.

As a giant in the universe, Wang Yang, with one enemy and three-and-a-half, has actually gained the absolute upper hand.

Even if he was the hellmaster and the skeleton army was entangled by sun Dasheng, he did not have any strength at all.

On the contrary, he himself is a white bone spirit. Moreover, he also has a very powerful white bone spirit. Even the white bone on his body has been tempered to a very high level by him. Even the purple micro sword is hard to cut off.

"You..."

He tried his best to cut off the white bone spirit.

You know, death's sickle, but also can't resist.

What kind of bone is this?

Kill!

How about the connection between bones?

Maybe, what about the fire of your soul?