Chapter 1161： Lu Fengxian, deceiving his ancestors

Above the battlefield of the gods, the black smoke is rolling, the magic is smashing, the bones are hidden in the four, some have been decayed, some have been buried in the soil, and some are still dying for a long time, still standing still, keeping the appearance of rushing before life. , murderous, even some, have died, I don’t know how long, but even the flesh and blood have not been exhausted, although the appearance of life is maintained, even the flesh and blood are crystal clear, the blood still retains the red color, the strong **** Scattered between heaven and earth, such as the battlefield of Shura.

This is the absolute human purgatory!

Once the Heavenly Soldiers, the peerless true immortals, even if they are dead, are still not eroded by the rules of heaven and earth!

Ordinary people have entered this battlefield, let alone those screaming magical spirits and illusions that can be annihilated everywhere. It’s just that the stalwarts of the Heavenly Soldiers are likely to be directly stunned, and the lost people completely lose their hearts. , crouching on the ground!

At this time, it was only just a few hundred miles into this battlefield. It has already made it difficult for people to hold their own hands. It is hard to imagine the depth of the battlefield in front of them. What kind of horrible scenes will exist, with the ancient crane entering the battlefield. A thousand celestial soldiers, at this time have been gathered together tightly, thirty-six squatters stand around them, taking advantage of the ancient classics, resisting the fierce battlefield.

At this time, it is time to take the exam.

Ancient cranes and Jiang Wendao and other masters, as usual, apparently penetrated the distance of hundreds of miles in the battlefield of the gods, but not enough to affect them, and Fox Xianji is a little closer to the monks, borrowing their Dharma, Deportation of the magic, and a small shrine of the gods, at this time is even more extraordinary, did not show the fear of the magic, even under the guidance of the night god, scattered, look respectful, hand-held Qiankun bag, to entangle the broken bones around and bring them together.

"Roar……"

There are some skeletons that have lost their spirituality and are collected casually.

But there are also some, very fierce and arrogant, let alone put away, as soon as the creatures are close, they will squander the magic of the rolling, igniting the change of the heavens and the earth, the dark clouds are covered with dark clouds, and the vague humming sounds are heard. Despicable!

In the face of these terrifying magic, they are like children who face the power of heaven and earth, and they are shaking!

Seeing this scene, the people who are holding the Qiankun bag and preparing to go forward, such as the negative mountain and the nectar, stop at the moment and dare not move.

The masters of the All-Eastern League and a group of celestial soldiers are immediately vigilant and do not dare to slack off.

However, in the face of this situation, the night-time gods apparently had prepared, quietly stood up, and walked into the air in the void, with a pair of hands, big sleeves fluttering, and then he was full of blood, but In the void, he printed his appearance, but it was a huge bat that was as horrible as a hill. As he fell in the air, the giant bat also went down to heaven and earth, and then The night-time gods whispered long, seemingly a prayer, and like a spell, secluded and scattered, between the heavens and the earth...

"The ancestors mourn, this is the homeland..."

"The younger generation is not stunned, and the ancestors return home..."

"Protect my qi, the glory of the Youzu..."

As the prayer of this voice slowly spread into the heavens and the earth, the breath of his body became more and more skyrocketing. Like a whirlwind, he spread out in all directions with him as the center. Below, he lost the mountain, the nectar, and so on. It is also like his usual practice, exudes the breath of his own body, as if he was deliberately distinguishing himself from other people, and the four emperors of the Bohai Sea, the singularity of the Xiaoxianjie, the Aogu God, and so on, Then they are honest and honest, standing quietly and watching...

boom! boom! boom!

In the air, there seems to be a presence in the air that senses the breath of them. The nine thunderous sky-high thunder rang, and the magical power between heaven and earth reached its strongest at this moment. All the repairs were made of high-powered Tianjiao. At this time, the characters, at the same time, were horrified at the same time. They seemed to feel that there were countless gaze. They looked at them, and there was no half-heart feeling, just a cold look.

At this moment, there are countless illusions in front of everyone.

There are all kinds of weird white armor creatures and black armor soldiers who are strangled and killed...

There are countless ghosts and ghosts who are crying toward the bright moon and the night...

There has been a great change in the world, a sea of ​​sorrows, a shift of the sun, and the appearance of time flies...

The illusion of the scene is endless, almost intoxicating, and not extricating!

But what’s weird is that there is still a picture in the end, but it’s a man holding a hand-painted sky painting. The man who is crossing the red blood horse is rushing around the battlefield of the gods and demons, and he is fierce and mad, with countless souls, The bone demon and even the devil's savage look...

"This is... those gods who have died for tens of thousands of years are communicating with his descendants..."

Fang Xing also saw those illusions, and the heart was slightly moved and suddenly understood.

The night-time gods are really small, and through the weird prayers, they communicate with the ancestors who have died for a long time.

And the Protoss ancestors who feared that the spirituality would have been wiped out long ago also gave a response.

Those illusions are their crying and memories...

Of course, the rest is okay, but the last scene makes the party laugh and cry.

The little Wushen Lu Fengxian, it’s really not a small thing...

He honed his own things in the battlefield of the gods, and he was remembered by these ghosts.

If the memories in front of the ghosts are saying how they fought against the gods, they were buried here, and the ghosts could not return home. If the time flies in the night and night, then the last painting is a bit of a complaint: We have all been dead for so long, and some young people who don’t know how to be thick have come in and use us as a sharpening stone to let our dead people use their remaining war to sharpen their martial arts. It’s too tricky, disturbing. The soul of the dead, offensive, too bully...

"This person is harassing the ancestors and dying, it is damn, smashing this child sooner or later, offering the ancestors Yingling..."

Even the night gods, obviously did not expect to see this scene, the look is very strange, cold and resentful...

For the protoss, the practice of Lu Fengxian is almost indistinguishable from the digging of the graves!

Also lost to the League of Legends did not find Lu Fengxian, or if he followed in, and now must be with the Protoss!

"The younger generations disdain, late for a long time, willing to accept the ancestors of the bones, return home to return ..."

The night gods in the void, three worship nine, the prayers of the mouth, about tea kung fu, only ended the ceremony.

And as his prayers are finished, the nine snarls in the air have already rang, and it is filled between the whole world, as if the boulders are generally suppressing the heavy pressure on the chest and the countless ways of hiding them in the dark. The eyes, but also slowly disappeared, the heavens and the earth returned to calm, the magic of the heavens faded a bit, and even through the thick clouds, vaguely see the bleak sun on the nine days, and those who exude At this time, the corpse of the enchanting spirit became ordinary and boneless.

"The ancestors are on, and the juniors are sinned!"

The negative mountain, the nectar, the sacred little sacred priest, the mainland patriarch, the fire, and so on, all of them rushed to the sacred bag, swearing, and flying out of countless black scorpions from the inside, will be on the ground around A dead bone corpse, all packed with eucalyptus, and then respectfully invited into the Qiankun bag, it is also very particular about it, not every corpse is qualified to use eucalyptus to converge, ordinary bones are directly received In the Qiankun bag, only those bones that have not yet been exhausted, and those who are fierce are eligible to enter.

Looking at their actions, the Xiangxian League and Fangxing and other people became outsiders, and they could only watch the temper.

This kind of convergence of bones, and dispelling the grievances of the bones, is repeated almost every few hundred miles. This battlefield of the gods and devils is extremely vast. After all, the 100,000 soldiers and soldiers will be buried, and they will be called dead bones everywhere. It is the night gods and other people, who are not flustered and slowly converge. They all have spirits and actions are not slow, but every time they go through a field, they still need to delay the effort of several hours. The other people are not good at interfering, but they can only wait for them to be busy.

After two days of continuous travel, they have gradually penetrated into the battlefield of the gods and magic, and there are more than two thousand miles.

All the way up, there is no big mess, it seems that as the night gods said, there are their ancestors blessing.

"Going inside again, I am afraid that I am close to the place where the funeral sloping **** is. It is a famous fierce land. Even if the immortals enter, they will fall, let alone wait for me? His Royal Highness, these days, you It has also converged most of the ancestors' widows. Nothing is dangerous. It is already our luck. In my opinion, when I get here, I can return...."

The Xianxian League, which has been watching the Protoss of the Protoss, has finally had an objection and is unwilling to go deeper.

The opening is the ancient crane, he looked at the core direction of the magical battlefield, his face obviously has deep jealousy.

Other sects of the Allied Leagues, after listening to this, they nodded again and again.

They have always been afraid of this road, not only afraid of encountering any dangers, but also fearing that the Protoss creatures hold what is not good, and they are distracted. Although they are safe and steady along the way, they are physically and mentally exhausted. Deep down.

"Mr. Crane has some strong points in this statement. Within the battlefield of the gods, there are ancestors of my ancestors. When I came, I should pick them all out. Now the two thousand miles of the periphery have converged. Everything is going well, it is precisely when we should take advantage of the situation, when the ancestors of the ancestors are brought back together, halfway, then it is not the children of Xiaoxiao?"

The night **** is obviously extremely unhappy, and he said a few words in a cold manner, insisting on moving on.

"Let you get back so many bones, it has already shown the sincerity of our allies, and then go inside, the sinister increase is doubled, even the Jedi can be buried, we can have some You can't let the big guys risk the fall because of the filial piety of your protoss. In my opinion, it's a quick exit!"

The ancient crane frowned and refused to give in on this matter.

"If Mr. Gu He is afraid, he can first turn the squadron to turn around, life and death, we are ready!"

The night gods faintly answered, not yin and yang, bad breath.

"Humph!"

The ancient crane heard the words, the expression was extremely unpleasant, and the eyes flashed, so I had to open my mouth.

But at this time, there was a voice that laughed and said: "Mr. Crane and let me say, we all agreed to the court, and let him take back the bones. Now only half of it is taken. I am afraid that it will not be reasonable. At this time, the trouble will be up, but it will be a bit of a painstaking effort. It is better for them to go and let them converge in front of us. We are defending ourselves from the rear. If there is any danger, then we will shoot. Help each other, anyway, I am really sure about the sanctuary of the gods!"

The person who spoke was just a smile on the face of Jiang. It was obvious that he had opinions on the move that Gu He suddenly had to withdraw.

"Yes, I promised to let him take back the ancestors. Now it’s halfway, I’m afraid it’s not reasonable...”

"In the past two days, there has been no danger. If you are careful, go deeper and do nothing."

"Xiaoyi is a big event. I wait for Tianyuan to be alive. After all the immortals, is it not good to stop people from being filial?"

When Jiang asked for an opening, his supporters could only open one by one and support continued deepening.

The ancient crane face has become extremely ugly. After a long time, it can only be waved, no longer saying, agree to continue. (To be continued.)