Chapter 134 In the Name of Pangu

At this moment, the Lei Huang's blood in Lei Dong's body is stimulated independently, and the blood is boiling, as if it has met the same kind of blood. The origin is the same, and it seems to be different. Even if Lei Dong is the owner of the blood, he can't say this change, and even his own body can't control it, and he can only passively accept everything.

"The thunder emperor's blood comes from the upper world. Does it have anything to do with the real messenger in front of him?" This change made me shocked, and I had to think about it this way. Only this explanation can be accepted by the blood recovery caused by the God of War.

In this way, the change of the god of war and the true messenger seem to have something to do with the blood of the ancient Thunder Emperor.

After all, Lei Dong is just a trivial strong man. There are too many main god levels here. It's just ants. No one pays attention to his changes. Most people focus on the battle, which is the place that really determines everything.

The blood is boiling, feeling the anger in the body, and really roaring as the people of the world. No one hides it. All kinds of means are enough to break through the sky, the road shakes, thousands of traces hang down, wrap all kinds of attacks, and even hang down with the original power to attack together.

Dao, it is not a dead thing, but also has its own perception. I feel the crisis and take action with my children. At this moment, we attack the real messenger together.

The ancient life speed is not slow, integrating various attacks to attack the real messenger together.

All kinds of means, integrating the forty-nine eras, all-encompassing. At this moment, the real thing is to fight against the power of one world. No matter whether it is success or failure, this person is worthy of pride.

"The second change of God of War!"

The golden light was exposed in his eyes, which swept over the Taoist marks, so that the Taoist marks were shaking and dissipating a lot. His body became more and more powerful. The golden light flashed, and the faint dragon-shaped golden light swam in his body. That was a kind of divinity. Only after the real skill reached the extreme did he have his own unique means.

"The ants in the lower world, let you see the skills of the God of War clan!"

His eyes looked cold, and a murderous smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, and he said, "God of War is the real body!"

The golden light burst, bathed in the golden light, as if wearing the armor of the ancient god of war, which was inherited from the ancient inheritance. I don't know when a spear full of killing appeared in his hand. The sharp breath made people scared. Bathed in the golden light, he was the god of killing the heavens. The tip of the gun turned and pierced the sky.

"Kill!"

A flinty shot broke through everything, pierced the space, and stabbed all kinds of means of attack. Time seemed to stand still at this moment. The man came with a sharp gun and kept piercing attacks. Countless people in the rear vomited blood, was exhausted, and even some people fell on the spot, and their souls were destroyed.

Against the true messenger, against the detachment, this is the end. Hit the stone with the egg, there is no vitality. However, for the survival of the world, they did it without any hesitation.

Attack disillusionment, secret skills are broken, destruction is destroyed, and everything is shattered with one shot.

"Kill! The lower world ants challenge the power of the upper world and let you know what is the real god. If you dare to violate the majesty of God, there is only one death!"

In the angry rebuke, he seemed to have surpassed the shackles of time and space. This gun stabbed and appeared across the space before an ancient life. He sneered and stabbed directly.

This ancient life is the appearance of a big tree, but it is also the ancestor of the trees in the heavens. It is also a kind of holy spirit. He is born strong. I don't know how long he will survive. At this time, he is penetrated by a shot, and the vitality suddenly dissipates, and his huge vitality also disappears in an in an in an inn. .

He grasped the tip of the gun. He used a strange seal with green blood. The green actually sealed the murderous spirit on the tip of the gun, and sealed it with the last thing.

"Guys, the old tree will go first, and the Epoch Times will depend on you. Haha... Even if the old tree goes, he will take some away!" He smiled sadly, but there was a trace of madness. He grabbed the barrel of the gun and couldn't pull it back no matter how he really did it.

"How can it be... The people in the lower world can use this means to seal the murderous spirit of the God of War gun!" I finally noticed a trace of mirror, but I couldn't change it at all. The old tree grabbed the tip of the gun. His life was dispersing, but relying on a kind of persistence in the seal, the killing in the barrel of the gun was slowly fading.

The power of the gun mostly depends on this murderous gas. The void condenses the golden light of the gun. The most original source is this murderous gas. Once it dissipates, the power is greatly weakened.

Everyone was silent and faced this scene, which was extremely deep, and then they came together, and some of them had the idea of fighting to the death.

"In the name of Pangu, seal my heart and seal everything!"

The old tree smiled, and its body turned into flying ash. A moment, the green crystal clear gem appeared in the air. The gem sank into the tip of the gun. In an hour, most of the murderous atmosphere emanating from the tip of the gun was sealed and turned into a green rune hidden in the body of the gun. It really makes me curse in my heart, but I have no choice. This kind of secret art of sacrificing everything is so horrible that it even goes beyond the scope of Taoism and can't resist.

"This kind of ant is so crazy, but this little trick is just like this. I will let you know what death is!"

He hit backhand and did not stop at all. Even if most of the murderous spirit was sealed, the gun was still powerful, and it was a peerless killer in his hand.

"Ah!"

With a fierce cry, the supreme god of the human race was pierced in the heart, and the vitality was dissipated. Learning from the last experience, this time, he was not even given a chance to breathe, and fell in an in an in anx.

Bum!

The barrel of the gun shook, and his body turned into a rain of blood, bathed in blood. He killed again and rushed into the crowd, like a peerless killing god, constantly waving the magic gun in his hand.

A person fell and couldn't resist it at all. The speed was so fast that even the ancient life could only see the trace, but there was no way to stop it.

When the people of the clan fell, they could only look at it, roared, and were ferocious, but they had no choice but to be sad and vicissitudes. There was no real detachment in the world. Without the strength to protect themselves, they could only be slaughtered.

"Beast!"

With a roar, he looked at it fiercely in the eyes of an ancient life, and there was a trace of madness in his eyes. He was the elf of the wind. He was born with the attributes of the wind and was very good at speed. He barely continued to reach the speed of the real speed.

He stepped forward and really smiled awe-inspiringly. The tip of the gun stabbed, as if he saw the moment when the tip of the gun pierced his chest. He smiled and smiled happily. The more people died, the more satisfied he could make him feel. This is happiness and happiness that the clan has never been obtained.

"This is strength. Everything should be said with strength. Zhan Tian, even if you are favored, your strength is not as good as me. If it hadn't been for the protection of those old immortals, I would have killed you!"

"Give me a death!"

The eyes are full of resentment and a strong jealousy. The tip of the gun is going to pierce into the chest of the ancient life.

" Stop it!"

"No!"

There was a roar to stop in the crowd, but it was pale and powerless. There was no surprise. This direct hit, the gun barrel pierced into the chest, and the wind attribute broke out, but it was still useless. Half a step beyond detachment. It seemed that the gap was not big, but in fact it was too much, and it could not stop a blow at all.

"You think you won... hey hey... In fact... you lost from the beginning!" The ancient life smiled and smiled happily, but it really made me feel bad. He subconsciously wanted to destroy the life of the other party, but felt a trace of obstruction, "No, these crazy people!"

He suddenly felt in his heart and was about to withdraw and leave, but he felt that the breath around him was chaotic, and a violent breath of destruction exploded from the ancient life.

"Self-detonation!"

In the roar, it really made him go backwards. He spit out a mouthful of golden blood, his face was slightly white, and the injury was not light.

The golden blood fell on the starry sky. It happened that it was not far from the thunder. He looked at another fallen ancient life and muttered, "In the name of Pangu, guarding the era world... All of this is worth it..."

Tearful eyes, this battle is very difficult, almost unilateral slaughter. The only powerful resistance is all kinds of counterattacks at the cost of the fall of ancient life, but the effect is limited. Even if it self-detonated, it still fails to hurt him much.

Ping!

The thunder covered his chest, and the blood in his body was churning, becoming more and more uncontrollable. Especially when he sensed the breath of golden blood not far away, it seemed to be ignited, completely boiling and could not be suppressed. The purple gold bloomed in his body, suppressing the blood of Sanqing in one fell swoop and out of control.