Chapter 120 Fighting for the Brand

The appearance of the Holy Mountain, according to the previous ancient books, is a sign that the era of the heavens has reached the last moment. It won't take long for the heavens to go to the final fall. This is a fixed number, strong and decline. From the most glorious moment to the final ruin, it is also an irreversible law.

After the era is the last opportunity to be detached. Otherwise, there is only one ending that goes to destruction and breaks up with the era world. This is the result that many people do not want to see. Born in such a strong gathering, no one is willing to be a supporting role and become an ant-like existence.

Controlling one's own life, transcending the era, vertically and horizontally, and meeting all challenges in an invincible posture is the common goal of all people.

"If you get the brand of the strong, you may climb to a higher level and have a chance to fight in the final era, although this opportunity is very slim!" Many people meditate secretly, measure the gains and losses, and think about how to do it in the end.

The brand of the strong is very touching, but it exists in the body of the Nether Guardian. Only by killing and killing the Nether Guardian can you win the brand of the strong. Not only that, there are also many masters around secretly spying. If you see the brand, you will definitely not be soft. When it falls, there is a shocking competition. It is still unknown who will die.

All kinds of thinking, all kinds of measurements, and how to do it, we can only look at personal opportunities.

The thundering eyes were slightly stagnant. He focused more on the old man just now. The old man had a kind of vicissitudes of wrinkles on his face and always had a gentle smile. However, the more so, the more he gave people a feeling of insecurity, like a poisonous snake hiding in the dark waiting for the opportunity, etc. It's just a fatal blow.

"This old man is absolutely extraordinary. He should be a great power." Not only is it thunderous, but also many people are watching this person. He knows a lot, and even knows this kind of absolutely secret thing. This person has definitely experienced a lot of adventures and should even know more things.

After a moment of silence, one person came out and attracted everyone's attention.

He slowly glanced around, coughed gently, and said, "Guys, since everyone has the intention to hunt the Nether Guard, it is better to unite in everything. The Nether Guard is strong. Any force alone will cause the attack of the other party and cause casualties. If we join hands, it will be much easier."

His eyes are more on the five races in the distance, which is the peak strength here. The leaders have the strength of the highest god level, and the heavens are also the existence of a giant.

This person's strength is extraordinary, and there are several people behind him hiding in the dark and can't see his face clearly. However, from the perspective of breath, they are all at the peak of the main god. The race is mixed. It should be a special group, not the subordinate strength of any race. As soon as his words came out, people fell into silence.

Many people are enthusiastic about this. If there is a strong mark, there may be a limit of creation. If you want to enter the holy land behind you, you may cross the abyss of this landlord and need to cut off these seemingly confused but powerful Netherworld guards, and kill the Netherworld guards for any purpose.

"Hey hey, I agree that if I get the brand of one or two strong people, I may be able to spy on one or two skills lost in the ancient era!"

In the crowd, a man in black smiled strangely. He was covered in black and his face was obscene. It's trivial. The two little beards shake their eyes and emit a ** evil light, which is not a kind.

This man is a strong man of the demon clan. He is black all over his body, his strength is extraordinary, and he is alone. He does not enter the camp of the demon clan. He is a real lone traveler. Even the demon clan is afraid of his strange character, which is a demon in the devil.

When he said a word, many lone walker nodded one after another and agreed.

The man who just stood up showed a smile, and everything was clear in his heart. All these were what he expected. There was only one person. If he was branded by the strong, he could leave calmly. There was no need to worry too much. This kind of person was the best to win over and the most unstable, but what he valued most was the five major types. Ethnic group.

Slightly silent, the strong man of the human race nodded slowly, and the rest of the leaders also nodded. They did not care about the so-called brand, but hoped that they could use the power of everyone to eradicate the Underworld Guard and reduce the damage.

The five races have agreed, and the rest have also agreed. After all, their strength is limited, and they rely more on the five races. The man who just stood up showed a satisfied smile. After a little discussion, he decided to attack together. The fairy clan and the demon clan fought head-on against the Nether Guardian, and the rest of them sneaked on the side.

Immortals, magical skills, can use the inheritance of immortals to bind the Netherworld Guard. And the demon clan is powerful and suitable for head-on confrontation.

"Kill!"

An edict full of majesty was issued and began to fight against the Nether Guardian.

Boom!

Suddenly, the fairy magic of the immortals bloomed, and the holy lotus flowers flew to the Netherworld Guard, emitting a fragrance, which made people feel a trace of psychedelic and could cover their perception. At the same time, an evil force also broke out, which was incompatible with this holy power. This is the strong man of the demon clan. They rushed forward like demon gods. The body is full of explosive forces, like a humanoid weapon.

As the crisis approached, the Netherworld suddenly opened his eyes, and the dark light swept over, like a demon god staring at the world at this moment, and the person who was swept felt creepy and shuddered.

"Wo!"

When he spoke, the Nether Guardian suddenly opened his mouth and roared like thunder. The ripples shook in the air, dispersing the holy lotus flower. The strong man of the rear demon clan also stopped. His body trembled slightly, suffered unclear wounds, and his face showed a painful expression. The roar not only hurt the body, but also their Soul.

"Kill!" The master behind shouted loudly and attacked again.

Colorful, all kinds of attack packages came in an instant like a dense rain. The strength of the Nether Guard was unexpected. At this time, he did not keep it, and many people even used some means to press the bottom of the box.

"Roar!"

The Nether Guard let out a painful roar, with a ferocious face and did not dare to suffer. It also has intelligence. Countless attacks fell, and its body burst and almost shattered. Many Nether Guardians have fallen on this blow around.

They are just the Netherworld Guards. Even if they are powerful, they are also the realm of the Lord God. Before the Lord God's abyss, they are guarded by a vague order, which is the meaning of their existence.

"Kill! Don't give them a chance to breathe!"

Some lone walkers showed a scorching light in their eyes and rushed up. They were very anxious. They were very concerned about the branding of the strong, for fear of being taken away by others. On the contrary, the strong men of the big clan did not move forward rashly. The leader stopped the masters in the clan and looked ahead with a sneer.

"Ah!!"

Thunder did not move forward rashly. His eyes fell on the front from these big masters, and a large number of masters screamed sadly, and even many people fell.

After all, the Underworld Guard is the strength of the main god. Even if he is attacked by everyone and is dying, it should not be underestimated. For the brand of the strong, these lone warriors are a little bloated.

The golden light surged, the Nether Guard fell, and there was a strong man's brand. The rune shone golden light, suspended in the air. It seemed that there was a sense of intelligence, ready to move and would fly away at any time.

A person flashed by, and the golden light dissipated, leaving a string of laughter, "Hey, I waited for a long time and finally arrived. Don't send it!"

Lei Dong was slightly stunned. This person was the lone ranger of the demon clan just now. The seemingly rough man applauded many people, which made many people scold, and then turned to the rest of the brand marks one after another. There were still many people here and began to compete.

At the beginning of the war, there was finally a fight. A young man in black held a black sword and a sword pierced a hairy man, took away the brand of the strong, and turned into a sword light.

There are still many such fights, but they are not worth it in the eyes of thunder. In order to lose their lives for the so-called brand, the price is too high. His eyes leave here and put them in the rear. It is the endless abyss. Unlike what he saw in the Louvre, there is a strange breath here, which makes many people afraid.

There are still many people who act like thunder, but the imprint of the strong is touching, but some people don't care. They fall more on this abyss, feel the strange breath, frown secretly, and think in their hearts.