Chapter 999： The Chinese imperial royal family ridicule

The Eunuch Spell and the idol of worship are combined into one, and the strength of the believer is as powerful as a mountain.

Just two punches and one tail of the Golden Scale Snake God nearly blasted all his internal organs and bones. His ribs were broken at least three, and his shoulder blades were broken. His teeth were grinning.

"Old wolf, then!"

Shen Mange flicked a shot, and an elixir for healing and analgesic shot.

"Thank you Mango Girl!"

The moon wolves' blood basin opened wide and swallowed the elixir.

Huang Linger's wedge was like rain, shooting a crusader general into a sieve, nailing it to the ground, then turning around, waving the Tianyuan stick to the Wolf King a little bit, forged.

Majestic vitality emerged, from the top of the Tianyuan wooden stick, into a green branch into the wounded moonwolf king.

With only three breaths, the moon wolf king wound healed quickly.

suddenly!

A cross of holy light descended from the sky, which was 30 meters long, and made a loud noise, pressing the moon worshipping wolf king to the ground.

A monk dean came, and a half-step holy king Xiuwei, holding a scroll of ancient scriptures on his left, crossed a cross in front of his chest.

As his right hand was drawn, crosses of holy light flew out of his chest, shining dazzlingly, with angels flying around him.

The holy light cross over the mountains, pressed the moon worship wolf king to the ground, fractured his tendons, and sprayed blood on his mouth.

"The four-footed long-haired beast was once killed by the Holy See and lost his helmet and armor, hidden in the world, now dare to jump out and provoke? What did Jiang Taichu give you, so you killed him?"

The monastery was long, suppressing the wolf king, eyes narrowed, and sneered.

"Why did our Tian Qingzong provoke you, and the Holy See will also kill us? Then St. Paul has committed heinous sins and destroyed countless doors. You are also called to love the world, to love your neighbor as yourself?

Tang Linglong drank violently, jade hands flipped and flicked.

A flying sword broke through the air, like a thunderbolt, and densely, passed through the long hole of this monastery.

"Shield of the Holy Light, stop me! How can Huaxia Feijian hurt me?"

The long right hand of this abbey was bluffed, and the dazzling divine light sprayed from the palm of his hand, forming a shield of light, intended to block the flying sword.

Tinkering, the flames were splashing, as impenetrable as a heavy rain hitting a banana.

The abbey chief was beaten back continuously, his body trembled, he almost fell, and his mouth became bloody.

Cold and unpreventable, a shot was swept across the sky and sun, and the oblique stab came out of the air, directly piercing the long chest of this monastery.

It was Huo Qingtian's condensed warlord vision that shot this monastery directly into a cool heart.

"Huo Qingtian, I will judge you by the destiny of the gods, go to hell!"

"Cut monsters and kill demons! Kill these unbelieving Chinese gods! Let them enter purgatory!"

Click!

Her Majesty the Holy See, the deans of several top monasteries, all have saints to practice, far beyond the divine realm.

They were stricken, each holding a crossblade, walking in the air, besieging Huo Qingtian.

They performed the Holy See, cross lightsaber.

Suddenly, the sword light rushed into the sky, the holy light was dazzling, extremely sharp, and extraordinary. It was indeed the first sword of the Holy See.

Huo Qingtian was crushed by vision, and backed up again and again, and his chest was stained with blood.

"Linger, come by the fire!"

Shen Mange walked in the air, shooting hundreds of meters into the sky like a swallow copying water, sipping softly, slamming his hands in a hug.

Suddenly, the ten-meter-long Zhenyuan oven came down from the sky, directly covering the three monastery presidents.

This true yuan oven, from the teachings of Jiang Tian, ​​is really a day-in-day furnace that devoured the magic of heaven.

Shen Mange is just a later stage of qi training, and it is still condensed, but if you want great power, you have to work hard, and you need to borrow external force.

"coming!"

Huang Linger has been practicing insanely in retreat these days, but at this time he has completed the foundation building, and the Kuo Rong Shen Xiu Gong is almost completed, and has become a mainstay!

She sang softly, and the Tianyuan wooden stick waved.

The thick and thin breath of the arms of each arm turned into towering trees, logs and branches and flew into the furnace.

"Damn, the old man is quite alive. He must be hundreds of years old? I just need you to make a pot of elixir!"

Shen Mange was swearing, sneering, the exercises were working and Zhenyuan urged.

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Bang!

The spirit of the spirit wood exploded automatically in the tripod furnace and turned into a sky-high flame.

The three presidents of the monastery screamed and screamed, struggling and struggling, and instantly turned into fly ash.

哐 Dang!

Suddenly, a crusader leader rushed in, slamming the sledgehammer, and smashing Shen Mange so many miles away.

"Kill this demon girl!"

Several Brahmin monks immediately surrounded the Shen Mange group, using various secret tactics to attack in turn.

Ten kilometers away from the battlefield, on a mountain called "Green Pine Peak" near Xunzi Peak.

A magnificent Chinese strong stands on the mountain.

Some of them look through the screen of the battlefield command system, and some look directly at the battlefield of the Lancang River with their eyes.

There are hundreds of them, male and female, old and young, with Jin Zixuan and Wu Yaoniang among them.

But the strength of these two is not the strongest.

The most powerful man was a young man wearing bronze armor and holding a halberd.

This man is tall, with a standard Chinese character face, wide cheeks, high cheekbones, and a thick chin. The upper lip generally has two figure-shaped big hus, with rough features and thick hands and feet, like the Terracotta Warriors from the Terracotta Warriors.

This man was only in his twenties and remained motionless.

But his eyes were arrogant and arrogant, the kind of towering mountains that swept across the eight wastelands and six hordes, and the violent momentum of whoever we were, all the others looked down.

Amazingly a royal powerhouse who has achieved Dixian.

"Win son, Jiang Taichu already said that we don't need to be involved in the hidden royal family. Why do we have to be nosy?"

Jin Zi looked at the savage man in bronze armor with a dazzling glance, waved a folding fan, and smiled authentically.

This person is the descendant of Emperor Qin, the winner of the young generation, the first person, son Su Su!

Not only is he cultivated as a powerful and talented man, but he is also the leader of the Hidden Royal Alliance of China.

He also has a high weight. He keeps talking about Jin Zixuan, and it is Jin Jinxiong, the master of his Jin family, who sees him and treats him with respect!

"Tang Jiang is too crazy? Why is he so ignorant?"

Su Su raised her eyebrows, suppressed her anger, and her tongue thundered.

The roar of words, such as the blast of a fire, shook the surrounding trees like a hurricane and thundered.

He watched the cold electricity, with a wild temperament, like a peerless general, humming angrily:

"Now, apart from the Holy See and Brahmin, our hidden imperial clan in China has no reason to sit idly by! Do they let them abuse this mountain and river homeland?"

He turned his head and glanced straight at Jin Zixuan, questioning:

"Why, is Jiang Taichu still afraid that our hidden royals are robbing him of the benefits? I won the shot and completely guarded Huaxia, OK? Did you make that clear?"

Sweeped by his gaze like a cold knife, Jin Zixuan only felt cold, but insisted:

"Of course I said it! We shot it for the sake of life and justice, and for the safety and security of China!"

With a bachelor expression on his face:

"But Mrs. Jiang is too arrogant. He has this confidence! In short, our Jin family and Li family are planning to sit idly by!"

At this time, Nalanli and others were also ignited by blood and tears to accuse Jiang Tian of atrocities.

Naturally, they wouldn't tell what happened to Jin Zixuan and Sodoni.

In their mouths, Jiang Tian has become a madman who knows nothing about him.

"Song Su, please look at it. Jiang Taichu doesn't take you seriously. He wants to show off his strength and overpower our hidden royal family. He even wants to step on our feet!"

Nalan Qinghe leaned next to Su Su, smiling like a flower, Wu Neng softly speaking, but killing his heart, every sentence was poisonous.

"Slut, go away, the hidden royal family is discussing, when will it be your turn to protect your dragon!"

Wu Yaoniang dismissed this woman, and then she wielded her sharp swords, eager to try, and laughed:

"Yan Su, let me see, let's ignore Jiang Taichu's opinion. Anyway, the enemy is in front of us, and we can let it go! It is just to kill!"

"Wuxi, why are you so cheap? Jiang Taichu is so crazy, we will see when he can be crazy!"

Among the crowd, a young man in a monk's robe spoke with arrogance, seemingly dissatisfied with Jiang Tianman.

"Look, the 3,000-strong army is completely defeating Tian Qingzong!"