Chapter 576 Houyi, the God of War!

The clothes were shocked: "What's going on?"

Countless masks rushed over, put on their clothes and shouted loudly, and flicked their fingers. The surrounding flames suddenly turned into thunderstorms and rumbled. Most of the masks and souls were blown up and disappeared, but the masks were too many, and all of them seemed to have life, twists and turns. A sneak attack is more difficult to deal with than tens of millions of arrows. For a moment, the body of the cloak has been hit more than a dozen times, and the body is getting heavier and heavier, and the limbs and joints are not working well.

"I've been tricked." At this time, he thought, "Although the soul is afraid of fire and thunder, there are eight masks in this Bula God array. Gold, copper, iron, jade, skin, stone, pottery and wood are metal, earth attributes and wood attributes respectively. The strongest eight souls are hidden in these physical masks!"

Seeing that the masks had rushed up like a flying locust, the clothes suddenly calmed down. He looked coldly, exuding unasistible arrogance all over his body - the divine master could not be humiliated, whether it was human or ghosts!

He had one arm, and a huge chaotic ball opened. He pressed his hands to compress the chaotic ball into one percent size, and then his hands were waiting to suddenly release...

Chaos break!

When the universe is condensed, it is an initial chaotic state. It was not until the chaos exploded and the heaven and earth were born that the world was clean. There were no human beings, no ghosts, not even the divine world and the underworld and the underworld of hell...

Outside the Bala God Array, everyone found a little strange. Even Long Yan was a little surprised, looking solemnly at the somewhat twisted space in front of him, frowning and thinking deeply. Di Yao and others and Sanyi also whispered.

Suddenly, Chang'e said lightly, "Your Majesty, I have something I don't know. Please give me some advice."

"Oh?" Di Yao raised his eyebrows and said, "Saint, please speak."

"I don't know what power does the dressing master have to decide Yi Lang's choice?" Jing'e looked at Di Yao with beautiful eyes.

Di Yao was stunned and said puzzled, "What does the saint mean?"

"The whole wilderness knows that I am Hou Yi's wife, and the clothes are just the people entrusted by the wilderness to monitor us. Now whether my husband wants to leave home or not, he doesn't need to ask my wife's idea, but has to make a monitoring decision?" Chang'e said with no expression on her face.

Di Yao was dumb for a moment, with his lips open and closed, but he couldn't speak for a long time.

Shaoqiu sneered and looked at Sanyi and said, "Mrs. Sanyi, if I lie on your wall to monitor you. At this time, someone came to your emperor to fight. He didn't ask for your opinion, but asked me if I agreed. What do you think?

"Shaoqiu, don't be rude to my mother!" Assan whispered.

"Uh..." Shaoqiu looked at her pitiful appearance, and his heart softened and stopped talking.

But Sanyi couldn't help smiling bitterly, frowned slightly, and looked at Di Yao. This question was too difficult to answer. The analogy of Shaoqiu is not appropriate, because the identity of the shawl is special. He was the one who subdued Hou Yi's seclusion in those years, and promised the wilderness tribe that he would monitor it from time to time to ensure that Hou Yi would not come out of the mountain. This is no different from lying on the wall and monitoring, but in the impression of people in the wilderness, the dress is essentially the role of a jailer. From this point of view, of course, the coat has the right to decide whether Hou Yi can come out of the mountain.

But this is just a matter of course, but it is not reflected in the oath - who dared to put the title of "prisoner" on Hou Yi?

"Cough." Di Yao coughed and said with a smile, "Saint, it's true that you are husband and wife, but Hou Yi has always been like a son in my mind. Now that I'm in trouble, I'm going to ask my son for help. Does your wife have the heart to put him in the situation of unfilial piety?

Chang'e said coldly, "It's true that Yilang is your son, but I'm also the daughter of Sanmiao. He abandoned Yanhuang, and I abandoned Sanmiao. Our husband and wife have been together for more than ten years and helped each other. Today, with your words, will you divide our husband and wife's feelings and let Yi Lang's hands be stained with the blood of the wilderness and Sanmiao people again?

Di Yao smiled bitterly and wiped his colorful eyebrows with his fingers. For a moment, he couldn't think of any words.

Suddenly, Hou Yi's sigh came out: "Aqi, if fate is like this, what's the use of your resistance? I am also satisfied to be with you for ten years. Your Majesty treats me like a son. Since I have a debt that has not been repaid, how can I not be afraid?

Chang'e stood on the jade steps, exposed thin socks, and looked at Lutai Palace. Two tears suddenly flowed from her lake-like eyes: "Yi Lang, don't you even have the courage to face this situation?"

In the Lutai Palace, there was a long sigh from Houyi.

"Yi Lang, don't be embarrassed. Let me decide for you!" Chang'e smiled sadly, and her body suddenly floated up like a white cloud, involved in the black gas floating Ba La Shen array in the courtyard!

"Sister--" Shaoqiu screamed, and his body rushed over like lightning. He grabbed a corner of Jiao'e's robe and saw the Bala God Array burst silently. A mass of black fog compressed to the extreme rose tens of millions of times in an instant, and nothing in front of him was seen...

"Aqi--" The jade gate of Lutai Palace was silently broken into powder, and a burly figure like a mountain appeared in the courtyard. The man reached out his arm and grabbed the black fog. The rolling black fog scattered like a frightened swarm of bees, mixed with frightened cries and screams.

Ai Sang looked up and saw that the man was two feet tall. Although he was tall and burly, his limbs were well-proportioned and harmonious, with a strong sense of movement. His nose is tall, and his face is like a knife and an axe carving. He has golden rings on his head and only wears a black silk robe on his body. In the long wind, he vaguely outlines the bulging muscles, revealing endless wildness and wildness.

God of War Houyi!

Eternal legends and invincible myths in the wilderness! This moment finally appeared in front of everyone!

At this time, half of Shaoqiu's body sank into the black fog, and he only felt stiff all over his body. The condensed body of the gold element actually showed some signs of solidification, but it was a sign of the separation of the soul. He was about to struggle when he suddenly grabbed his hand and grabbed his back heart and gently tossing it out.

"Plop--" Shaoqiu sat on the jade step and felt that the soul in his body was about to fly and his whole body was weak. It can be seen how horrible the Ba La Shen array is. Then, he saw a more horrible scene - how strong is the strongest master in the world!

At this time, the black fog rolled in the Bala God Array, mixed with tens of millions of masks roaring, and the clothes and the figure of Jing'e appeared from time to time.

Hou Yi snorted and poked his right arm. The dark and sticky black fog was like a canyon that had been split, silently split into two halves. He reached out and grabbed the belt of the overcoat.

Maybe it's the time to take care of it, and in the face of this scratch, there is no resistance at all. Hou Yi lifted him out and gently threw him out. At this time, Bobo, suddenly eight masks shot out of the black fog. In front of Hou Yi, those masks seemed to be a little panicked and wanted to escape.

Hou Yi looked coldly at the Eighth La God General. His five fingers were closed, and the eight masks were hissing and being sucked into his palm. He only struggled and twisted in the palm, screamed and cried, but he could not escape. Hou Yi slowly turned around and looked at Di Yao and said lightly, "Your Majesty is the god of the world. Why should you protect yourself with such ghosts!"

Di Yao's face showed embarrassment and he couldn't make a sound. Hou Yi slowly clenched his palm and poofed. With a poof, the god of eight la turned into ashes in the heart of his palm, and the strange green smoke curled up, scattered into the void with endless resentment and curse.

Long Yan Gujing Wubo's face showed severe pain, but he didn't say a word, as if he didn't see it.

At this time, the rolling black gas dissipated in an instant. The jade steps were cold and the thin socks were exposed. Chang'e lay so quietly on the cold ground, and her unpainted delicate body stretched and motionless. Her veil has gone nowhere. It is delicate and snow-white, crystal clear as jade, but her eyes are tightly closed, and tears seem to be condensed on her long eyelashes...

Shaoqiu, Pi Yi, Di Yao, San Yi and Long Yan were all speechless and looked at it in amazed.

"Aqi..." Hou Yi slowly fell to his knees and picked her up with both hands. His tentacles were cold, as if he were holding a piece of white porcelain. "Why are you so stupid? If you die, will I be free..."