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"Zhou Ruoyu prayed here in earnest, and asked the gods of the upper bounds to come to this world to protect the blood of my people. Our family is willing to offer everything and to worship the great gods."

In a palace, a silver-white warlock robes, long hair shoulders, skin white as jade, as if exudes a burst of treasure, the beautiful priest who has the face of the world, is on an altar, repeatedly hoe, blood From her beautiful forehead, she fell into the altar.

In the center of the altar, there is a statue. The statue is full of ancient mysterious atmosphere, but there is no face, all over the bronze rust, indifferent, without any extraordinary power.

"Sister, don't ask. Our family has been worshipping a statue for more than tens of thousands of years. This legend can communicate with the gods of the upper bounds, and the statues that shelter the blood of my people have never responded. We have asked him for tens of thousands of years. He has not reacted for tens of thousands of years. So unresponsive, why do we want to enshrine Him?"

One has a long black hair, about 13 years old, with a hint of tenderness on her face, and the lovely girl who looks at the statue glances at the statue and hates it.

Zhou Ruoyu looked up and wiped the blood on his forehead at random. He sighed: "If Ling, don't be rude to the gods."

Zhou Ruolin was dissatisfied with this face, and glared at the statue, saying nothing.

"Although I know that this may not be useful, but He is already the last hope of our Terran. Look!"

Zhou Ruoyu smiled bitterly, silently recited the mantra, reached out and pointed a finger, and a blue light formed a light curtain projection.

I saw that in the light curtain projection, there is a huge Lingshan that reaches 10,000 meters and goes straight into the sky. The foothills of the Lingshan Mountain is a majestic giant city.

At the foot of the Lingshan Mountain, countless Terran Warlocks are strangled with a monster that is three meters tall, with a cyan horn on his head and no difference from the Terran.

The three-meter-high monster with a cyan horn on his head has the horror power of the Moon Warlock. The Terran Power is almost defeated.

If it is not in the most apex palace of Lingshan, there is a incomparable aura that weakens those monsters with cyan horns. They have already attacked this mountain.

In addition to the monster with no difference between the ghost and the human race, there are four strong people standing quietly in the distance, surrounded by this Lingshan group.

In the middle of Zhou Ruo Ling’s beauty, there was a trace of despair: “Is the ghosts also joined the ranks of our people?”

Zhou Ruoyu sighed: "Yes. According to this kind of fighting intensity, the magic crystal above Tianyuan Mountain can't support it for half a year. If there are no variables, after half a year, our Tianyuan Mountain will be broken by the five strong people."

Zhou Ruo Ling suddenly shuddered, thinking of her in the ancient books to see those people who were broken by the city was miserable. Her heart is not chilling.

Zhou Ruoyu smiled bitterly: "This **** of the upper bound is already the last hope of our Terran."

Zhou Ruo-Ling was silent and felt deep despair.

Zhou Ruoyu suddenly wrinkled his brows and looked to the side. He snorted: "Who is this?"

"If it rains, it is me!"

A young man in a silver warlock robes, handsome and handsome, stepped into the palace with a gentle smile on his face.

Zhou Ruoyu Liu Mei slightly raised slowly: "Wang Xinchen, what are you doing here?"

The young man who came in was named Wang Xinchen, who was the parent of Wang Bashan, one of the three elders of the Yuanshan Mountain.

Wang Xinchen looked at Zhou Ruoyu, who had a fascinating face, full of aura, and flashed a touch of hot color in his eyes. He walked a few steps forward: "If it rains, I like you, please be my woman, I will love you very much." ""

Zhou Ruoyu's beautiful flashes flashed a complex color, and sighed with a faint sigh: "Wang Xinchen, I have told you that in my life, I have to dedicate to the gods of the upper bound. Your affection, I can not accept."

"Sure enough!"

Wang Xinchen flashed a disappointment in his eyes, waving a hand, a sacred sacred sacred scepter, and his black-skinned scepter scepter flew out of his hand and turned into a meteor, piercing into the palace, one Cursed above the node.

The cursing node shines and forms a spell shield.

The skeleton scepter slammed the magic shield over it, piercing the spell shield directly, piercing the cursing node.

In a flash, the weakening of the release of Yuanshan Mountain that day disappeared.

"what happened!!"

"what happened?"

"..."

The Terran warlocks who fought under the foot of Tianyuan Mountain screamed in horror.

The five great strong people suddenly launched, like the tide, attacking the Terran above the Yuanshan.

As the host of the spiritual array, Zhou Ruoyu was also hit by the huge counter-attack caused by the collapse of the Faction. He directly squirted a blood, his eyes almost squirted, and Wang Xinchen gnawed his teeth: "Why? Wang Xinchen, why do you want to Do you do this?"

"It's very simple, because I promised him, as long as he opened the enchantment of Tianyuan Mountain for me. Then I will let him become the king of the human race, manage all human beings. And after I have tired of your sisters, give them to your sisters. ""

With a chuckle, a young man with a green horn on his head and a sinister temperament of the evil spirits carrying his hands, step by step toward this side.

"The last saint of the Terran, Zhou Ruoyu, is the best toy. It is also the most valuable trophy of the Yuanshan people. This is a ghost king. You can't just swallow it, let us have fun. I want to play with her, think about ten. how many years."

In the sound of a sly voice, a height of five meters, the face is stunned, and the ghost pattern of the strong lines with numerous ghost patterns walks step by step.

A beautiful and powerful Mozu strongman, a huge stone giant, and a magical rat family with a tree and vines also walked out from the side.

The eyes of a singer and a singer are concentrated on the sisters of Zhou Ruoyu, full of greed and tyranny.

The ghost king smirked: "No problem, the ghost king, they are just toys. Most of them are advanced toys, we can enjoy together."

Zhou Ruo Ling was a cold, took out two daggers and was about to commit suicide.

"Want to die, how simple is it? In front of me, I want you to be born, you can only be born, if you want to die, you can only die."

The Mozu strongman looked at Zhou Ruo Ling and saw a mysterious curse on his eyes, as if he could inhale the human soul.

Zhou Ruolin was seen by the strong demons, and suddenly his body was stiff and unable to move.

"This little belongs to me."

The 50-meter-high Shi nationality giant swept Zhou Ruoxi, and his eyes flashed a sly smile, and he turned into a giant three meters tall.

Zhou Ruo-ling looked at the giant who was three meters tall, and there was a desperate color in the beauty.

"Don't kill her."

The ghost king smiled casually and strode toward Zhou Ruoyu.

Zhou Ruoyu silently prayed: "Great God, beg you, save me, save our people!! I will serve you all my life and give everything to you."

The ghost king looked cold and smiled: "It's useless!! Zhou Ruoyu, the gods of your Terran are dead. You have no hope. You are a human being, destined to be a slave to our ghosts. Men act as our coolies, women become our sages Ghosts' toys. This is the fate of your people! Don't go against!!"

Zhou Ruolin was caught in the hands of the stone giant Wang, and there was a horror and despair in the beauty. He cried and cried: "Great God, beg you, save me, save our people!! I I am willing to serve you all my life and give everything to you."

The stone giant Wang Yiyi smiled and said: "Interesting, call it, cry!! So I play more, it is more interesting."

At that moment, the faceless **** statue burst into countless incomparable curses, and a burst of distortion revealed the face of Yang Feng.

Bang! !

In the sound of the earth-shattering loud noise, the statue of the faceless **** bursts, and countless pieces shattered.

Yang Feng appeared in the center of the altar, his eyes closed, and silently felt the changes of various laws of heaven and earth.

A gaze is concentrated on Yang Feng's body.

In the beautiful scenery of Zhou Ruoyu, there is a touch of ecstasy: "Upper God!!"

"What is the **** of ghosts, what the **** is on the gods!! But it is just the same human being as me. Give me to die!!"

In the eyes of Wang Xinchen, the fierce screams flashed, and the violent breath accumulated in his heart broke out instantly, holding a sharp sword with great sharpness, and bursting out the horror of Jiufeng’s peak, a sword heading toward Yang Feng’s .

"The ants, dare to offend me, to die!"

Yang Feng opened his eyes and his eyes were cold. There were countless mysterious curses in his eyes. A ray of light shot from his eyes and banged on Wang Xinchen's body.

Under the horrible light bombardment, Wang Xinchen’s face was frightened, and the collapse of his body was crushed, turned into ashes, and disappeared.

"Good!!"

The strongest of the five warlock kings, such as the ghost king, see this scene. Everyone's face changes greatly, and the eyes are full of shock.

The five ghosts can also easily kill Wang Xinchen, but it is only a single eye to kill a great power of the sea, completely out of what they expected.

A dark glimmer of light flashed, and the Devil's strongman jumped out of the shadow behind Yang Feng, holding a dagger, and slammed it toward Yang Feng.

The strip of tree vines pierced from the void and stunned the heart of Yang Feng.

The ghosts of the ghosts and sorrows shone, and took out a cyan lance that exuded a trace of immortal prestige, and suddenly broke out and stabbed toward Yang Feng.