The nine-headed Dazhang, completely condensed by the power of the ancestral veins, is full of momentum.

The nine forty-eight wings of the guardian of the heavens have half of the body collapsed. If they have not stabilized their body shape, they will meet the nine-headed dragons. All of them are face-changing, and they quickly control the dragon with weak sacred power. Sanctuary defense.

However, just before the moment, they were just a thousand dragons. They were not able to block the sacred dragons, let alone the nine-headed dragons at this time. The defenses that were propped up were broken and broken. .

Awkward, the nine people flew again, flying hundreds of feet away, the entire Holy Body completely blasted, blood splattered.

"Damn!"

Nine people were extremely angry, and the soul was immortal. In the twinkling of an eye, they re-agglomerated the body and watched Lin Tian with all eyes.

Lin Tianzi was deeply stunned, and the funeral dragons were running, driving the thick ancestors and rushing forward to the nine people.

The boundless ancestral dragon surrounds him, and in the blink of an eye, he has turned out nine big dragons, Zu Longwei, and surging.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Nine forty-eight wings existed, and in a blink of an eye they were shocked and vomited.

"Adults!"

A group of thirty-six-wing strong and eighteen-wing strongmen saw this scene, and their faces changed.

Before the nine forty-eight-wing strongmen propped up the Forbidden Dragons, they thought that the situation has changed completely and is beneficial to them. When they can quickly suppress Lin Tian and others, however, they have not thought of it anyway. The fact that Lin Tian actually mobilized the power of the ancestral dragon of the perfect world, actually suppressed the sacred sacred sacred array.

"How come... how could this be..."

These people are shaking.

On the other side, Xiao Taichu and Baihu were both surprised and happy. Looking at Lin Tian’s own suppression of the existence of nine forty-eight wings, he could not help but be excited.

The white tiger licks his paw: "Strong...strong!"

Fengshen Tianzun and proud sword Tianzun stood together and watched Lin Tian’s battle. Immediately, he looked at the 36-wing strongman and the 18-wing strongman in this place.

"Hey!"

Fengshen Tianzun’s head is topped, and the four elephants are floating out of the picture. In the blink of an eye, there is no difference between the three 36-wing strong and the eighteen-wing strong.

At the same time, the sound of Jian Ming reverberated, and the proud sword Tian Zun exhibited the Ling Tian Jian Jing, the dense Ling Tian Jian Mang Hao, squatting toward the 36-wing strong and the 18-wing strong.

For a time, blood and water splashed, one after another 36-wing strong and 18-wing strong were crushed, in the case of the dryness of the Holy Spirit, greet the gods and the proud swords who are slightly stronger than the ancient ancestors. At this moment, I can’t stop it.

"what!"

Someone screamed and was furious.

"Little guy, let's go on!"

The white tiger's way, urging Lin Tian's Tongtian-class soldiers, once again launched a ruthless offensive against the 36-wing strongman and the 18-wing strongman.

"Oh!"

The younger one should have a voice at the beginning, and the six-color fire is almost to burn the sky, and the four spiritual visions vibrate.

More than a thousand and thirty-six wing strongmen and eighteen-winged strongmen are completely in a desperate situation. Under the circumstances of the dryness of the Holy Power, there is no room for resistance to the attacks of Fengshen Tianzun, Proud Swordsman, Xiaotaichu and Baihu. Be defamed.

In the distance, another battlefield, nine forty-eight wing strongs naturally saw this scene and became even more angry.

"You are so bold!"

One of them roared.

Lin Tian was cold and cold, and the dinosaurs led the endless ancestral ancestors, and evolved a ancestral ancestral waterfall, directly pressing this person ruthlessly.

"you……"

"puff!"

The blood fog spread, facing the Zulongqi Waterfall, which was developed by the ancestral dragon of the perfect world. The forty-eight-winged strongman was first hit as a blood fog, and even defended by the power of the Forbidden Dragon. It’s too late.

The flesh is shattered, and only the immortal spirit saves it, quickly retreating, and Lin Tian pulls away.

At this time, Lin Tian single-handedly printed, the voice is indifferent: "Dragon, Wanlong kill!"

As he fell, this place, the territory of the earthquake, the bright dragons sounded the first time, the dense dragons rushed, completely evolved from the ancestral gas, each big dragon is about a thousand feet, The intertwined dragons are surging, and the first time is to cover the soul of this person.

In response to this blow, the forty-eight-wing strongman suddenly changed his face and couldn’t help but scream: "Living..."

"Roar!"

The sound of the dragon screamed again, and the words of the person behind him were interrupted. Wanlong Dalong drowned the person directly.

The void is ruined, and no screams come out. Under the tens of thousands of dragons, the soul of this forty-eight-winged strongman is like a thin ice that evaporates like a raging fire, and is annihilated in the blink of an eye.

"Dry... killed a forty-eight wings..."

White Tiger looked at this scene and immediately widened his eyes and couldn't help but swallow his mouth.

Forty-eight wings, the guardian of the heavens, but second only to the existence of the seventy-two wings, but now, Lin Tianshengsheng slaughtered one person, even if it knows that the forty-eight-wing powerhouse is now a holy force almost dry, even a The fighting power is not available, but it still can't help but feel a guilty heart.

Fengshen Tianzun and proud sword Tianzun are relatively calm, do not think much, the shot is more fierce, in the twinkling of an eye is a large 36-wing strong and 18-wing strong are being smashed, blood and water splashing.

As for the 36-wing strongman and the 18-wing strongman in this place, now they have no thoughts on it. In the face of the attacks of Goddess and other people, they are all frightened and feared, and they are doing everything they can. Life.

The ancestors were raging, and with the turmoil, this place was surrounded by vast ancestral veins.

"you you……"

The gods and other eight forty-eight wings existed. This time, they were even more angry. One of them was killed!

Lin Tian looked at the eight people, did not say anything, drove the vast ancestors, evolved a big dragon, and once again fell down against the eight.

A big dragon is condensed by the ancestors, just like the real ones, they are the sound of the dragon whistling.

Eight forty-eight wings existed together to jointly promote the defense of the Forbidden Dragons, and toughly resist Lin Tian’s attack.

However, it is useless at all.

The dragons condensed by the ancestors of the ancestors are full of thousands of feet. The dragons that are mixed with them are heard and heard. In the blink of an eye, they are the defensive force that defeats the sacred sacred sacred sect. The eight people are shrouded at the same time. Hematemesis.

Lin Tianzi was deep and indifferent, and the funeral dragons were running. The endless dragons surrounded the gods and marched toward the eight people.

However, in the next moment, his pace was abrupt and his face changed slightly.

At this moment, his own perfect world suddenly vibrated autonomously, and a faint dragonfly came out of him.