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Chapter 1242:Great War of Saints

One by one, the full-body figures swept out of the forty-nine peaks, the breath was strong, the momentum was fierce, everywhere the light lines, the holy lines everywhere, sweeping the four sides and the eight sides.

“Rumble!”

The six gods fly into the void, carrying a volume of light, sacred and inviolable, through the void, shaking the four sides.

“Come down!”

At this time, a five-color light rushed up, turned out to be the ancestor of the peacock, he stood on the red ground, his eyes were burning, staring at the six gods, his hands were poached, the five-colored Gods were brushed to the six gods, and the six gods suddenly rang constantly, shaking and shaking, and about to fall.

Congrats to see this great joy.

“Quickly!”

At this time, Hao Tian and the woman came, and the second person immediately played the Hao Tian tower and no measure, and the five-colored light of Kong Xuan suddenly collapsed, beating on the six gods and destroying it.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, is that you?”Kong hated it.

"Confucius, this device belongs to us."Hao Heaven.

The woman did not speak, but that gesture like the gesture of the gods clearly explained everything.

A device, which is enough to make the status of the demon clan rise, over the spirit beast and the beast.

The demons will rise!

“Don’t think!”

Kong Xuan roared, boldly shot, supreme holy art, the light of the destruction, the void was broken, the sky was disintegrated, and the five-colored light flying out once again struck the six gods.

However, although Kong Xuan is strong, he is not yet an opponent of the two women and Haotian, and he is forced to withdraw.

“Quickly!”

The woman rushed and took down the six gods and looked excited.

“Stop the hand!”

But at this time, the horrendous and the poor of the beasts came, and among them, there was an old man in a fiery red robe, who was the last of the three saints of the beast, and the brood.

He is the strongest of the beasts!

“Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The old man was incomparable, but the figure was tall, the breath was terrible, the eyes were shining, staring at the six gods, and the two of them carried out a sound attack together with the thorns and the poor, and the sound was rolling, filling the road.

“The huh!”

The tower of the six gods and monuments, without a measure to resist help, made a violent sound, as if it had fallen.

“You’ve been deceived too much.”The woman drinks.

"This weapon belongs to my beast."The twilight said.

“Hahaha.”However, there was a great laugh not far away, and I saw an old man in a red robe coming out, full of flame-colored hair, a wild spirit, stepping up, and speeding.

The old man said, "This device is not something you want to take away."

“The old man?”

The three of them saw the old man in the red robe and changed his face.

The two women frowned too.

“Friend, you’re finally here.”Kong Xuan is a great joy, because with his own strength, he really can not compete with these two sides for the six gods, and now the Kirin ancestors are coming, he is not afraid.

The strength of the Kirin ancestors is recognized as strong, otherwise the people and others will not be afraid.

And the Qilin ancestors did not have the kindness of their hand, the overwhelming fire, full of burning power, very powerful, because this is not an ordinary flame, but a Kirin fire.

The original body of the Kirin ancestor is the fire Kirin.

“Stop him!”

“Quickly!”

Seeing the Qilin ancestors, whether it is the two women, or the three people, they immediately shot, the holy road, the road is eternal, the whole sky is dark, lost color, the red ground of everyone's feet directly collapsed, collapsed.

“Oh, hey!”

Just when the people were fighting, the Qitian and Tian people of the ancient Xian people also came on Tuesday, and there was another one, Song Chen of the Song family.

In addition to them, there are the ancient magic clan of the Oriental Shuo, Mo Huixin, Unspeakable, and the ancient gods of the ancient gods, the wooden co-workers, and the work of the ancient gods.

The nine holy places, as the three well-known saints, have come together, and they have come here, and they look like the nine gods and lights from afar, such as the dragon, bombarding the four sides, and the vastness, and many visions appear over them, which are suppressed against the six gods.

The seven people of the twilight, the woman, and the Qilin ancestors looked at each other, and if there was a tacit understanding, they beat the six gods to the other side.

They would rather each other get six gods than let the three families get it.

"Gentlemen, this treasure has a relationship with me, please let me."The ancient magic of the Oriental Shuo wearing a long shirt, wearing a long towel, a style of grace, there is a scribe's wind, speaking, but also warm as jade.

However, the seven Qilin ancestors did not give him face, and he sneered: "Oriental Shuo, this treasure is clearly related to me."

"Open your eyes and say blind words, I was the first to find this treasure, obviously, I am related to this treasure."Kung said coldly.

"Heavenly treasure, you can get it, you Tao friends want, it depends on their own strength."The ancient gods of the ancient gods came out, the spirit of the righteous, all the rhyme, there is a weather that accommodates all things, and it is like a god alive.

“Rumble!”

Just as the people were talking, the six gods that flew out suddenly sounded, and the people saw that an old man had shot at the six gods.

“The Chaos?”

Seeing this old, everyone was surprised, their faces showed a color of fear, and the three ethnic Taoist relics, Oriental Shuo and others were no exception, because all along, the Chaos Dao people had the title of the first person under the Taoist, the king of the crown.

Now he is here, and it is difficult to get six gods.

“Go away!”

Gu Ye, Oriental Shuo, Song Chen Jiu looked at each other, rushed up together, shook bare ground, rolled up the yellow sand, the blooming holy lines rushed up, turned into nine chains, tied to the chaotic people.

The Qilin ancestors, the daughter-in-law, and the seven people also shot.

If the Chaos Daoists are strong, can they not be able to fight against the 16 people?

“Hush!”

The Chaos Man is burly tall, silver-haired, walking on the red ground, constantly working to make the Holy Spirit, pulling down the six gods.

However, the six gods are a tool that does not destroy, eternally exists, contains the way of reincarnation, and has an immeasurable power, even if its Lord has been extinguished for many years, the power still exists.

Anyone who wants to receive him will be subjected to the resistance of the six gods.

Chaos is no exception.

This makes this old face sink, because Gu Ye and others have rushed over, and it is not possible to collect the six gods, but it is even more difficult.

“Rumble!”

The nine people rushed to the front, the first of all, the nine chains of sacred lines were interwoven, wrapped around the Chaos Daoists, and the Chaos Daoists rushed to play the Chaos Emperor to avoid it.

Under the attack of the nine Taoists, as strong as he is, he can only avoid it.

“First the runner!”

However, they are not eager to attack the Chaos Daoists, but first to collect the six gods, because this is their best opportunity, as long as they can get, they can keep the six gods and not fall into the hands of others.

On Tuesday, everyone was in a hurry.

“What a mon!”

But at this time, nine long arrows shot, as long as the sky, as thick as the sky column, the color is dark, excited, through the void, set off a thunder.

“Who?”

A few people were angry, together, interrupted the arrows, looked back, saw the war ancestors and Li Fengyang out, in the hands of Li Fengyang, it was the magic bow of the eight desert towns.

“The tool?”

The heavens and the other days of the past few people suddenly lost their voices.

When they heard the cry, everyone looked at it.

“Did Li Fengyang get a tool?”

“How could he have such a good chance?”

"This son is a demon, and now there is a tact in hand, and it is even more difficult to deal with him."

The faces of the poor and the strange people were gloomy, and the eyes were flashing and killing, and they wanted to kill Li Feng quickly.

Li Fengyang turned a blind eye to them, came to the Chaos Dao people, and asked, “Mid-song predecessors, are you okay?”

"I'm all right."The chaotic Daoist shook his head, looked at the magic bow of the eight deserted towns in Li Fengyang's hand, and sighed, "Little friend has a deep chance, when you take good control of this soldier."

After saying this, he looked at the war ancestor, and the old face showed surprise: "This Daoist friend is?"

"I am an ancestor of war."Warfather Road.

“Oh.”Chaos nodded, although he had not seen the war ancestors, and was puzzled about it, but he did not ask much, saying, "Dao friends, the old man worshipped here."

The warrior-brokers waved slightly, looked at the six sacred monuments in the air, and said, "This thing is so extraordinary that it cannot fall into the hands of the Gentiles, otherwise it will be unfavorable to our people, and we should take it."

"The Taoist friends say very much, but the forces of the parties are powerful, I will wait and be careful."The Chaos Man said.

“Oh, hey!”

At this time, the all the Saints rushed over, and the goal was naturally the six gods.

However, the six gods continued to fly outside the cemetery without the control of the gods.

“Quickly!”

At this time, Li Fengyang did not dare to delay the three people, because the strength of all parties is very strong, especially the three ethnic nine Taosheng, with the strength of the Chaos and the war ancestors, it is difficult to counterbalance.

Of course, although Li Fengyang is a great holy cultivation, because he has a magic bow in his hand, he can also threaten the Tao San.

The people chased all the way to the six gods, fought hard, where they passed, the mountains and rivers were destroyed, all of them were destroyed to dust, and the yellow sand was rolling everywhere, sweeping the four sides, the holy force of terror swept through the whole world, as if the end of the world came.

In the dim light, the shadows are interleaved, the holy force is swept, the lines are crossed, and the forces are almost destructive, shaking the deserted earth.

The ancient three ethnic groups have nine Taoist saints, occupying an absolute advantage, but the Chaos Daoists and War Ancestors are not simple characters, and they have the power of extraordinary Taoism, which is like the true God.

Moreover, there is Li Fengyang, the magic bow of the eight deserted town is the last world's device, after hundreds of millions of years of immortality, contains no amount of great power, with the strength of Li Fengyang, even if it only stimulates three points, it is enough to pose a threat to him.

In addition, the beasts, spirits and beasts, and the demonic three-way lanterns and others also came, and all parties competed, and all parties were holding on to compete for the six gods in the hands of the Chaos Dao people, which was not an easy task.

More than a dozen Taoist saints fought, holy art, ancient and modern, earth-shattering explosions, the vast space is like a bubble, the pomp is broken, spread far away.

The saints and saints everywhere in the cemeteries of the gods dare not take a step forward.

“What a mon!”

Li Fengyang holds the magic bow of the eight deserted towns, full body is covered with a god, shaped like an arrow god, an insulator, a long arrow, shaped like a meteor flying moon, running through the mountains and rivers, shattering the void, and producing Modawei energy.

Qi Tian, Tian Tuesday people look gloomy, eyes of the eyes of the faint, the heart is surprised and full; this Li Fengyang is only the great saint, there is the strength of their war, and now has a device, the threat is greater, this son must be removed as soon as possible.

“First take Li Fengyang.”

Qi Tianhe Tian Zhou looked at each other, all made a decision, left and right to copy Li Fengyang, the holy force swept, the impact of thousands of miles, like the sound of thunder falling like a tide, rolling endlessly.

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