Rumble
In the underworld, the Yin-Yang Realm Monument roared, and continued to push horizontally. www.126shu.com
It looks like a meat grinder, wherever it passes, blood and flesh splash, and bones become slag.
Wherever I passed, I left a thick carpet of flesh and blood, and blood had already flowed all over the ground, gathering into a pool of blood.
The rich and disgusting smell of blood filled the underworld, like a hand of despair, teasing everyone’s despairing thoughts.
“It’s over! It’s really over this time, and even Mr. Bai has no choice but to do anything.”
“The world is over, God, why should we treat us like this?”
“I don’t want to die. I would rather be the ghost soldiers in the underworld fight to death than wait for death.”
The mourn is everywhere, and the world is tragic.
At this moment, both the human celestial masters and monsters started to wail in despair.
They are all big shots who laugh and proudly in the yin and yang world of the world on weekdays.
For the sake of the world of the world and the people, we entered the underworld without fear of death.
But now, there is no fighting or generosity to be executed.
Some were just like fish on the chopping board, waiting to die in despair.
How can this make people fearless?
Not willing to give up!
Really, I’m not willing to give up!
In the air.
“Master, is it really not possible?” Doudou’s pale pretty face was full of sadness.
“Long, you are not willing to accept it.” Pipilong floated beside Doudou and wailed in despair.
On the other side.
“Is he really unable to turn the tide this time?” Zhuge Qing’er’s beautiful eyes flashed, and she looked up at the towering giant tripod.
Several pictures of the eight formations of the Zhuge family of gods and ghosts were already under the pressure of the Yin-Yang Realm Monument, and they were directly crushed to the sky.
Now, the only trump card of the Zhuge family is the real eight-format diagram of the gods and ghosts in the hands of the head of the family.
However, with the head of the family’s understanding of the Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts, even if it is used, it cannot exert the full power of the Eight Formations of Gods and Ghosts.
“Impossible, he has never been defeated before. Will he lose this time?” Xiang Tianming clenched his left hand into a fist, his right hand clenched his spear, and his tower-like body trembled.
This moment.
Qin Siyin, Mo Qingwu, Huiniang, Wu Tianxing, Hua Qingyue
The eyes were all looking at the towering Yellow Emperor Mother Cauldron, with an expression of greater despair and despair.
They know Bai Xiaofeng’s character.
If the ability really turns the tide,Bai Xiaofeng had already taken action and would not have watched the Heavenly Master and the Monster in the World of Heaven be killed by the Yin-Yang Realm.
At this time.
A sarcastic voice sounded in the direction of the underworld.
“Haha! Do you really think that ants can make a big difference in the world?”
Sarcasm, full of playful laughter.
Qin Siyin, Chang Tianqing and others frowned.
They are angry!
But, it was just anger.
How to resist?
No resistance at all!
The huge Yin-Yang Realm Monument is like a towering Mount Tai standing in front of them, and there is nothing we can do!
“Really, have you lost?”
Below the underworld, the Nether Lord clenched his fists with bitter smile, and then walked forward: “Even if he lost, I should try it.”
However.
Just finished speaking.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a desolate, simple and long-lasting aura suddenly burst out from the Yellow Emperor’s Mother Cauldron.
This breath seems to have traveled through the long river of time, from ancient times to the present, scattering around.
Wait!
Is this?
The Emperor Ming was shocked, stopped, and looked up at the Huangdi Mother Cauldron.
Then, he was shocked to find that the Huangdi Mother Cauldron, which had originally crazily absorbed thousands of luck, stopped.
All the golden light of luck gathered from the world, at this moment, stopped in the air.
Time and space seem to be frozen.
“Is it possible?”
A thought that made the Nether Lord ecstatic suddenly appeared in the Nether Lord’s mind.
That’s when.
A cold voice suddenly came from the Huangdi Mother Cauldron.
“When did the vast Chinese nation have been like a ants? Five thousand years have passed, look at the land of China, there are still ants standing on the sky, but where is the sky?”
The voice was extremely cold, but it exuded a sense of determination.
Sure enough!
The blood light flashed in the eyes of the Nether Lord, and he grinned.
It seems that I can really save it!
“What?!”