"Bastard, unforgivable, unforgivable!"

Sumoti didn't want to care about the fact that Saint Luo was monitoring his base at this time, but was a little angry with this bastard guy. The headquarters of the Paradise Hall, which he had built with great difficulty for half a century, was attacked, but at the same time he was angry, there was also a kind of fear, because he intuitively felt that the person who attacked him was the spokesman of hell.

That horrible guy.

One swept Liuhe, the other swept Eurasia, both of them established the most powerful empire in the world at that time, and two of them swept the world.

And these two people are also the existence of the ninth-level heaven, which was also forced by the eighth-level hell power, to make despicable moves, and as a result, one died with the ninth-level heaven, and although the other was killed by a sneak attack, it is also an undoubted fact that the heaven's power was greatly damaged.

What is the significance of the existence of the entire Holy Alliance?

As high-ranking Saints and Sumoti, they knew very well.

It's not Kunlun, it's not Xuanyuan, it's not Penglai, it's not the spokesperson of the heavenly court in front of you, it's the spokesperson of hell, the lord of hell who takes the strongest as the law, and all the means and rules are floating clouds in front of the strongest law for a long time, which is also the terrible thing about hell, there are no loopholes in the law to deal with, only to defeat him with strength, which is why the ninth-level hell has to take the next strategy to deal with them.

He has the greatest strength, more terrifying than anyone else.

In the face of Heaven's various means, the two generations of Hell Spokesmen were able to stand on the commanding heights with absolute strength, and these two generations of Hell Spokesmen made the spokesmen of the entire Holy Alliance inheritance have a lingering nightmare in their hearts.

"It's him, it's him back. As I said, he's not dead, he's really not dead. ”

There was anger and trembling in Saint Luo's voice in the illusion.

"Hell!" Sumoti gritted his teeth, but under the pressure of various legends within the Holy Alliance, he did not dare to provoke at all. On the other side, Qing Hao's face was also very solemn, and Guanghe and the others were a little puzzled, and said, "What are they talking about?" ”

Qing Hao glanced at them, the spokesperson has always been a taboo in Kunlun, and over time, many people don't know this word, but in the top ranks, they still know what the spokesperson represents, Qing Hao is inconvenient to say, so he can only say: "A legendary person with the power to destroy everything has appeared." ”

"Sss

Several people gasped.

It's no wonder that the seventh super master of the Holy Alliance has a feeling of fear.

The prince of the east looked at the madman on the screen with an excited face, extremely excited, and even the wine gourd was pinched and exploded because of his excitement, and the wine was spilled on the ground, he was not distressed, his eyes were excited and his eyes kept flashing. Ye Xi pulled him and said, "What's the matter with you?" ”

"He's coming, he's really back." The prince of the east pressed one hand on Ye Xi's shoulder, strongly suppressing the excitement in his heart: "He's back, haha, hahaha." ”

After saying a few words, I couldn't hold back my laughter.

However, at this moment, bursts of cracks suddenly appeared in the influence of the void, Saint Luo's face turned red, his eyes showed an incredible gaze, only to hear a snap, a sound like broken glass came, everyone was startled, because in the original influence position, a man wearing a black robe with a black veil stood in the void.

Those eyes are as black as mysterious black gems, and it is extremely easy for people to fall into them.

"Yes, it's you."

Saint Luo's original sweaty figure immediately became a real existence, and that illusion disappeared.

"I said, when I saw me, put away your useless illusions." The man in black's voice was a little cold.

Saint Luo's eyes were gloomy, and he looked at the man in black coldly.

"Sumoti, hand over the dragon map and spare your life." The man in black looked at Sumoti and said coldly.

Sumoti's face was gloomy and terrifying, but he didn't dare to step forward, and his hands clenched and clicked: "Don't think." ”

"Toast, don't eat, eat and drink."

The man in black said coldly, waved his hand and smashed out with a fierce force, and Nasumoti was smashed out without any hindrance, and at the same time, an ancient golden scroll appeared in front of the man in black, and a golden dragon seemed to be printed on the yellow scroll. At the same time, a powerful aura from the god of death swept through the audience, and everyone seemed to be pressed with a thousand catties of boulder in their hearts, and even the lower ones were out of breath.

This hand made Qing Hao's face on the side change greatly.

Damn, this Sumati is also an eighth-level spokesperson, approaching the threshold of the ninth-level, and was easily knocked down like this? Looking at that Saint Luo, he still didn't dare to make a move?

Is this guy hell?

This is the strength of hell?

Holding the Dragon Diagram in one hand, the man in black turned his back to Kunlun and his party, and said coldly: "Go back and tell Kunlun that group of waste, hell will not forget, Kunlun is restless!" ”

"Wait."

The prince of the east stepped forward and said, "Can you do me a favor?" ”

"Do you want me to kill you?" The man in black asked coldly.

"Not bad." The East King is fair.

"Then you should also know that death will happen at my hands." The man in black said coldly: "Prince Dong, if it weren't for your help to him, I would have killed you a hundred years ago." Think about the meaning of your life. ”

After speaking, the body of the man in black flickered and disappeared without a trace.

The prince of the east stood there, feeling extremely lonely.

"I will keep the Xuanyuan Sword of the Shennong Xuanyuan clan on my behalf, if you want to get the Xuanyuan Sword back, make your own choice."

A cold voice came.

The faces of the people of the Xuanyuan clan changed greatly, and this Xuanyuan sword was taken away by that person?

"Who the hell is he?"

"He's alive." Qing Hao's face was extremely solemn, obviously because of that sentence that hell is immortal, Kunlun is restless.

The spokesman of hell has reappeared in the world, so Kunlun may suffer a catastrophe.

"Who the hell is this man?" Guanghe said: "There is no one in your eyes like this? ”

"He has the qualifications to be seen by no one." Qing Hao said in a deep voice: "If it is really him, all the old accounts will be settled on Kunlun's head, you go back immediately and tell the head of the house, he naturally knows how powerful it is." Uncle Xuanyuan, this matter is very important, please tell the head of Xuanyuan that it is a matter of life and death for Kunlun Xuanyuan, and you should not be careless. ”

Xuanyuan Gong obviously also knew the strong strength of the person who came, and nodded.

Saint Luo's body disappeared in a flash, and Sumoti also left quickly, and he was in no mood to stay here any longer.

"Let's go."

The prince of the east sighed, turned around and left, Ye Xi hurriedly followed, and said, "Old man, who is that guy?" So arrogant? ”

"The people of hell are all deaths." The East King is fair.

"Hell?" Ye Xi shook his head and said, "I don't understand more and more, what kind of hell is this, what does it mean to fall to the ground like Saint Luo." ”

"It's just some weird people." Dongwang said: "These people are very weird and weird, in short, one day you will face them." ”

Ye Xi looked at his expression, but still swallowed what he wanted to say.

He wanted to say: "That sao bao's singing voice is very similar to my second brother's." The same is very ugly. ”

At this time, Qin Yang, who was far away from the base of the Paradise Hall and was slaughtering, shuddered, his eyes looked at the east, as if he wanted to see through his limit.

"Damn, what's going on with this familiar breath." Qin Yang scolded in his heart: "Could it be that Qin Shi Huang has dispatched? Impossible, a Xuanyuan sword would not let him out of the Qin Imperial Palace. ”

"If you go back and check it out, I feel that this aura is very similar to the origin of hell, is it an incarnation similar to that of Gulachi?" The housekeeper said: "I think it's quite possible, the three pieces of hell are still missing, it's better to investigate as soon as possible." ”

"Hell knows."

Qin Yang scolded in a low voice: "If it's a fragment of hell, then it's really okay. One by one, they can mix more than me. ”