Chapter 1752 God of War

Flesh and blood hell, north, puppet blood river.

"Sneer--"

A bright silver lightning crossed the sky and fell into the blood river. In an instant, the waves of the blood river split on both sides and stretched straight to a black dragon with thousands of feet and wings.

"Bun--"

With another loud noise, on the dragon's back, the extremely hard dragon scales were broken, and a huge gap appeared.

The black dragon understood, and thousands of wings shook together. Suddenly, a strong wind was set off, like a real storm, banging on the huge blade cutting into its back.

"Bun--"

With another loud noise, the blade was shaken out. However, after crossing an arc in the void, it was cut down again.

The blade is quite strange. It has three sharp edges and two edges, and the silver light flashes. Between the waves, I saw a silver lightning roaring back and forth, and I couldn't see the blade at all.

"Sneer, sneer, sneer,..."

The three-pointed two-edged front keeps waving, and the tricks are wonderful to the top. Every time, it can usher in the greatest result with the smallest strength. Many times, the black dragon seemed to take the initiative to send it to the door to be hacked. It was easy to cut out of the wounds.

In just a moment, the black dragon's body was full of ravines and blood.

"Oh--"

The black dragon also seemed to know that his death was approaching. At that time, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he burst out infinite blood from all over his body.

Seeing this, the monk with three sharp and two-edged blades shouted, "Where is the asthma dog?"

As soon as the words fell, a black short-haired dog several feet in the air appeared. This thin dog stood up and barked. Suddenly, his mouth soared to the size of hundreds of feet. If it hadn't been for him, his body would not have changed at all. I'm afraid that people would think he was a glman.

The thin dog opened its mouth, stretched forward, and directly bit the neck of the black dragon. "The sharp teeth were like a big sight. Under one bite, the black dragon's head rolled down the river of blood.

At this time, the thin dog recovered the motogami very quickly and came to the side of the monk holding the three-pointed two-edged front.

This monk with three sharp and two-edged swords is the only one in the world, and that is the real king Yang Jian. Yang Jian, also recognized as one of the four war gods in the world, is extremely powerful.

At this moment, after he killed the black dragon, he had no hesitation. He poked out a sharp and two-edged front in his hand. In an instant, he picked out a piece of bloody flesh and blood about the size of the basin from the black dragon.

When Erlang Shen Yang Jian saw this piece of flesh and blood, he couldn't help but smile on his cold face. At this time, he made a knife with his hand and cut the void. At that time, almost one-third of the flesh and blood were cut off and thrown to the roaring dog beside him. Then, he opened his mouth and put the remaining two-thirds of the flesh and blood into his mouth.

Erlang God Yang Jian, before he had time to accept it, suddenly felt two pure and incomparable power essences and rushed straight to the sky. That momentum is much stronger than itself. It should be much stronger. At that time, I couldn't help but have a shock.

Without any hesitation, when it was, he opened the magic eyes in the middle of his eyebrows. A golden light, like an arrow, cut through the sky and flew away.

When it was, Erlang Shen Yang Jian saw the two golden beams of light protruding from the strange peak.

"This seems to be the essence of a big witch! Moreover, it is not the current impure spirit of the great witch, but the ancient witch! It seems that this is a secret! It's such a precious place that I can't join in the fun!" Erlang God Yang Jian said to himself, and his words were lagging behind. When that was the time, he urged the vertical golden light method, turned into a line of golden light, and flew away towards the place of the Valley of Bitter Spring.

The roaring dog's four hoofs were empty, closely following each other, and countless dogs barked along the way.

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Heal and blood hell, West, Lingjiao Mountain.

A middle-aged monk stepped on Lingjiao Mountain. At that time, the ripples rippled out, and instantly passed the whole mountain.

After a while, Lingjiao Mountain began to condense rapidly. In just a short time, Lingjiao Mountain turned into a small mountain the size of a palm.

"This is the essence of the nearby hundreds of millions of mountains, which is enough for you two years of blood food accumulation! Get ready to go!" The middle-aged monk turned over casually, and the palm peak disappeared.

No distance behind the middle-aged monks, two monks stood. One has a turtle shell on its back, and one has snake scales on its face.

"God, is this kind of flesh and blood useless to you?" The monk with the tortoise shell on his back, a little older, immediately opened his mouth and replied.

"It's still a little useful, but it's not big, so it's not used for use, and there's not much difference!" Middle-aged monks, that is, time to return.

This middle-aged monk's face looks cold and majestic, and his figure is slightly fat. He is dressed in an imperial robe, showing his luxury and dignity.

This person is not someone else, it is the Xuantian God, the real martial arts demon emperor! It is generally known as the Zhenwu Emperor. And those two waiters are the two generals of the mysterious turtle and the snake in front of the frame!

Zhenwu Emperor, who is also recognized as one of the four war gods in the world, has made great achievements in battle, and few people can get it.

In the primitive world, there are five recognized gods of war, namely: Xing Tian, Chi You, Zhenwu Emperor, Erlang God Yang Jian, and Fight to defeat the Buddha Sun Wukong. Among them, Chi You has been confirmed dead, so the remaining four are collectively known as the four war gods.

At this moment, neither Zhenwu Emperor, Erlang Shen Yang Jian or Sun Wukong did not expect that all three of them would choose this bloody hell as a place of experience.

Emperor Zhenwu waved his hand casually and was preparing to leave with the turtle and snake. Suddenly, he also felt the breath of power rising to the sky. In an instant, he sensed what it was. At the moment, without any hesitation, he used the step virtual magic to cross the space and rushed to the Valley of Bitter Spring.

At this moment, he was shocked by the big witch spirit, that is, the time rushed to the Valley of Bitter Spring. Not only the three foreign strong men such as the gods of War, but also the local powerful monks of the flesh and blood hell.

For a while, in the flesh and blood hell, the sky was full of gorgeous escape light, colorful, intertwined with each other, like a huge skynet, suppressing the blood color that was originally full of flesh and blood in the hell, which made people can't help but be dazzled.

Many monks who usually think of themselves as deep cultivation feel the powerful breath in the escape, and then they understand that they have always been the frog in the well! ( To be continued