Chapter 801 Heroism does not diminish in that year
Tens of thousands of mountains are towering, and the peaks are towering. In this late night, the divine valley is soaring into the sky, * dazzling, like the divine furnace of the ancient heavenly court burning.
At this time, Gu Nei shouted to kill the sky, and there were swords and shadows everywhere. This was a sad song intertwined with blood and life, and many people killed the madman.
Who would have thought that the ancient royal family would be attacked? They have always ruled the world, killed in all directions, and looked down on the earth.
Now, in this cold night moon, such a group of death fell from the sky and killed their territory, which was beyond expectations.
"Puff"
Bloody, this is a blood-stained picture scroll. Ye Fan waved the battle in his hand, and suddenly the blood foam flew. An ancient creature was cut off by the waist, flew out more than ten meters away, and the corpse fell down a large area.
There are no words, no entangled truth, only the struggle of life and death, using blood and bones to interpret a hot-blooded war song.
"Ah..." The fifth generation of Yuan Tianshi seemed to be a demon. He looked up to the sky and roared. At this time, he was crazy, and his whole body was covered with long blood and hair, like an immortal red ape. He fought with the ancestor king at his feet. Countless Yuan Tianyuan appeared, flashing terrible luminescence, Many ancient creatures collapsed.
At this moment, the immortal divine land of the Divine Valley became the source of his power. All kinds of dragon spirit and source power gathered towards him like a hundred rivers into the sea.
"Boom!"
One punch to the sky!
Zhang Lin's red hair is like a tide, dancing crazily, opening and closing, attacking and killing this ancient ancestor king is not like a source master at all, but like a fighting saint.
The torn arm of the ancient ancestor has long been regenerated, and dozens of pairs of wings spread out behind him, and the endless black magic roared up and rushed forward.
This is a saint-level duel. The traces of the road burst out one after another between their fists, becoming a blazing Taoist light. There are all kinds of wonderful sounds.
Each of their blows is at the beginning of the path of evolution, the origin of the law, and the secret of the sky, which has become a terrible road battle.
"Boo"
Like the heavenly knife cutting the rotten wood, Zhang Lin's hands together burst out a brilliant rainbow, cutting open the intertwined net, and squatling to the front.
Close-range duel, the picture of blood splashing, the Taoist light of both hands almost cut off half of the ancestor king's body, several pairs of divine wings were cut and fell down, and the divine feathers flew with blood.
Although the ancient ancestor was injured, he was indeed very powerful. A pair of huge claws broke through and penetrated fiercely, pierced Zhang Lin's shoulder, and almost tore off her arms.
The rotten blood rushed up and emitted a strange light. The terrible claws of the ancient ancestor king were almost corroded and quickly retreated.
This is a duel between life and confrontation. It is the war song of life. It interprets with blood and bones, fights with the body, and bombards with Taoism.
Being able to become the ancestor of the Valley of Gods will not be a gentle and tame person. If you are really crazy, it is difficult to find a suppressable person in the world.
The confrontation between him and Zhang Lin is at a disadvantage, which is difficult to accept. He doesn't believe that this is a beginningless seat. How can the human emperor live until now?
"Zhang!"
A cold wind came, and Ye Fan killed it again with a black Tiange in his hand, and immediately split down, like a black lightning that broke all the barriers.
"Boo"
The ancestor king opened his mouth and spit out a Tao huā, with seven petals, which were dazzling and beautiful, transparent and brilliant" to withstand the black war.
"Boom"
Ye Fan fought with his left hand, and his right fist was like a dragon's head in the vast golden deep sea. He broke out of the sea, driving the hefty golden blood and bombarded the head of the ancestor king.
"Don"
A dull sound was made, and the Divine Valley was shocked. If it hadn't been for the innate lines, it would have collapsed.
This is a physical duel. The twinkling claws of the ancestor flowed with blood, and then abandoned the broken, first the flesh and blood were recorded, and then the bones cracked.
"Puff"
In the end, the ancestor's claws did not block the sea-like golden blood and exploded, and the white broken bones and bright red blood flew up, shocking.
His body was full of light, making a rumble of sky, and one trace after another rushed up, like an ancient god drinking and singing, deafening.
Ye Fan retreated. He had no saint's god to understand, and he did not have that level of mana. This ancient Taoist light was unparalleled with God, which was fatal to him.
"Puff"
He rushed to the other side again, and the iron in his hand swept across. Who can block the saint-level meat shell? A sweep is a piece, what magic weapon, what flying sword, what secret skills, it doesn't work, kill it with one force!
Bloody, broken bones flying, flesh and blood splashing, this is a terrible picture.
At the same time, the fifth generation of Yuan Tianshi once again fought with this ancient ancestor king, gaining the upper hand, killing a string of magic blood from time to time and dyeing the earth red.
Ah..."
Zhang Lin is crazy and has no life. At dawn, he will become a flying ash and will never exist.
"Boom"
Kamiya and the mountains in all directions are stained with dragon gas, and all the ancient road patterns of the source sky are presented, as bright as the day, and the lines are intertwined, covering the sky.
As if he was helped by heaven, although he was covered with red hair and his face was ferocious, he flowed out the breath of a god, and his whole body was bright.
"Plough"
Forbidden immortals!
There is no divine source, and there is no stone skin. With the evolution of both hands, this kind of mystery, bloomed in a haze light and swept it out.
This ancient ancestor king's various Taoist principles, the endless divine power was sealed, and it flowed back, so that he suffered a backlash and shouted and flew back.
"Plough"
The fifth generation of Yuan Tianshi came forward, volleyed in the air, kicked it out, and almost kicked the ancestor king to pieces. He flew high, the blood flowed, and the bones were broken more than a dozen pieces. In the desolate night moon, on a lonely cliff in the distance, a beautiful woman in white flute, the notes are as quiet as weeping, sad but beautiful. Her eyes are full of tears, blowing a song of the sound of the sky, her heart is like a knife, and her heart is broken.
Yang Yi knew that this was her last night to see Zhang Lin, and the last time she appreciated his beauty in the world. After this night, everything will become smoke in the morning, and we will never see each other again.
She looked at it infatuatedly, the sound of the flute was quiet, cutting through the cold night sky, wrapped around the whole battlefield, like crying.
In a trance, she seemed to see the heroic Zhang Lin 10,000 years ago. On the day he became Yuan Tianshi, all the holy places came to congratulate him.
Shencheng gambling, ancient mining war, forbidden area fixed sky, single battle against ten enemies" heroic and proud, as if in no man's land.
In an instant, everything became empty, and a generation of strange people were ominous in their later years, and they would never be heroic again.
Now, he is old and ominous, half-demon and half-human, with red hair all over, but the proud blood is still there, and he has to do his last bit of his strength. [Zhenzhen] suppress the Valley of the God, and return the peace of the human race.
In the last battle, he will pass away with the wind. This is the life of Yuan Tianshi!
Yang Yi's tears blurred her eyes, and the jade flute crossed her mouth, sad and echoed in the night sky.
Zhang Lincheng roared wildly, and his bloody hair flew. Although he was not as heroic and majestic as in those years, but now he is only ugly, but he is still heroic.
The source magic came into his hands, not only to find the source of lithotomy, but also to attack the holy ceremony, to fight against the ancestral king, with absolute wind pressure.
"Puff"
The valley was full of lines, reflecting each other. He became an immortal god in the center. He took action like electricity and hit half of the body of the ancient ancestor king, almost shattered.
"Boom"
This ancient ancestor roared, and all the wings behind him were shaking. "It shook one ripple after another, and the sound was like thousands of troops and horses galloping.
He made a real fire and was suppressed all the time." This was the first time in such a long life that he began to fight back fiercely.
"Bun"
Zhang Lin turned his hand over, and light flowed down between his fingers. He came like a god, his right hand pressed down, and the source of heaven appeared.
The ancient ancestor king was struck by lightning, and the hand full of Taoist lines had strange magic like the right hand of God, which turned him upside down and his body was cracking.
"Ah..." He couldn't help shouting, and the divine wings behind him were shattering, and his feathers were stained with blood and floating all over the sky.
"Poison"
Suddenly, the earth collapsed, and another ancient king finally took action and rushed out of the vein of the earth. He had the power against the world. He evolved into a world in his palm, and there was chaos and thunder in it, which opened up the heaven and earth and destroyed everything.
He wants to kill Yuan Tianshi, who is a more powerful ancestor with infinite mana power, which makes Zhang Lin and Ye Fan change their colors.
This is an old ancestor of this year, with a rickety figure, loose purple hair, with 49 pairs of divine wings on his back, and dozens or hundreds of divine rings.
He is skinny, but he is energetic, and his words are as sonorous as a bronze bell. He said, "You are from Zishan. Are you Zhang Lin under the beginning?"
"That's right, Zhang Lin, who has no beginning, will follow the emperor's decree to kill the Valley of the gods today, and return peace to the human race!" Zhang Lin's words sounded.
Then, he turned back to Ye Fan and said, "Time is precious, kill them."
Ye Fan nodded, fought widely in his hand, and there was death everywhere. They were the subordinates of the immortal emperor. The meat shells were horrible and scary one by one, destroying and killing all enemies.
"Since ancient times, it has been the first time for some people to conquer the Valley of Gods, but you have not come back. I'll see how you can kill everywhere!"
The ancestor king who appeared afterroared loudly, Tiandaolun sounded, and the 49th team's divine wings shook out one ancient character after another, [town] pressing ten directions.
"What can't be killed?" Zhang Lin responded, slowly moving his hands and said, "Today I will kill another ancient king in front of you!"
Ah..................
Suddenly, the injured ancestor shouted. He was manipulated like a puppet and crossed the sky uncontrollably.
He was covered with Yuan Tianshen tattoos, densely, and in the rapid cracking, he had already been injected with Yuan Tianshi in the battle just now, and laid the Yuan Dao Shenwen.
Ah..................
He shouted and struggled hard, but it was difficult to move, as if he had been fixed in the void. Another more horrible ancestor took action, but he was not saved.
Zhang Lin launched the supreme source technique, as if he were dissolving the source stone with a knife, and gently stroked in the air. There was a blood on the ancestor king's body and was disintegrating.
This is the unparalleled source secret skill. It has already planted the source trace on the enemy in the process of the battle. At this time, it is like cutting a dead stone!
Ah..................
At the end of the shout, the ancestor king's body collapsed and was torn apart.
Ye Fan followed up step by step, and the golden spirit of war was boiling all over, drowning the whole Valley of the gods, and punched the flying head to pieces.
On the distant cliff, Yang Yi couldn't help herself, and her tears kept slipping down. Seeing Zhang Linxiong's heroic spirit as in the past, her heart was like a knife, for every night of life?
"I will never see you again," she was sad.
The flute sounded like crying at first, and then suddenly rose high. She died in the battlefield and was buried in the light of the knife. This is the hero's destination. When it always comes to an end, she plays a war song and is crying and saying goodbye.