"Devouring old man, who is this? Marshmallow is there, please speak, be reliable, okay?Jin Batian is a saint, unless the Purple Star Great Sage comes, otherwise which waste in the Purple Star Pavilion has the ability to kill him?"

Devouring Demon Saint snorted coldly, "Sinking, White Bone, you can feel it with your artistic conception, and you will be able to discover the fallen aura of Jin Batian." This teenager is not simple!"

"Devouring Demon Saint, Sinking Demon Saint, White Bone Demon Saint?" Lin Tiandao.

"That's right, boy, tell me, what kind of indiscriminate skills do you use to make Jin Batian have to call for help. The yellow-faced and thin-skinned Sinking Demon Saint asked with a grin, but secretly on guard.

"Three punches only. Lin Tian said lightly. [&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;&#;There are almost all the books I want to read.,It's much more stable than the general station.,There's no ads in the whole text.。 ]

"Three punches? hehe...... Three punches, hahaha......" The Sinking Demon Saint laughed, bent over with laughter, covered his stomach, and held the white bone skeleton on the side, "This kid, said that three punches defeated Jin Batian?

"I don't believe it. The White Bone Demon Saint shook his head, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, he was looking at Lin Tian.

And the Devouring Demon Saint also looked at Lin Tian and said, "I don't believe it either, it's just that Jin Batian was indeed killed, or he was banished to the void of this planet and couldn't return." ”

"Hmph, if you talk big, you're not afraid to flash your tongue. Boy, I'll take a look at your catties!" the Sinking Demon Saint suddenly made a move as he spoke.

A yellow breath appeared. The whole world is full of glamorous sounds, as if there are countless **** men and women shaking.

Lin Tian dodged with his gaze, but this space was full of this kind of foul language. "It's a sinking mood. The devil's path is the devil's way, and it doesn't go to the right path of heaven and earth. ”

For this kind of artistic conception, you can't rely on the Zhanyang King Fist, these are soul attacks, and the power has no effect on this artistic conception at all.

At the same time, the White Bone Demon Saint also suddenly made a move, between heaven and earth, a pair of big hands, no, a pair of hand bones, glowing with a faint blue light, obviously there was a poison on it. Grab Lin Tian.

The two saints shot at the same time, and the demonic characters didn't care about the rules of fighting alone, as long as they could kill each other, they could do whatever it took to kill each other.

And the White Bone Demon Saint was still shouting: "Devouring, what are you waiting for, don't do it yet!"

The Devouring Demon Saint rolled his eyes and didn't move: "Old man, do a fart, you two join forces, and there are still people who can't win?" This kid, even if he is a saint, has to shed blood on the spot!"

In the next moment, everything that happened made the Devouring Demon Saint dumbfounded.

At this time, Lin Tian's artistic conception of the years was activated, and a breath of vicissitudes of life was transmitted, and those glamorous sounds, in the face of time, must also surrender.

Because no matter how vigorous the **** is, it will eventually fade, as soon as Lin Tian's artistic conception of the years appeared, it directly pushed the time of the artistic conception of sinking to 10,000 years later, and after 10,000 years, no matter what kind of male or female ****, or the sinking demon saint himself, will come to naught.

The Sinking Demon Saint was affected a little, his body shook again and again, and his mind was a little shaken.

At the same time, Lin Tian's Battle Yang King Fist was launched, and it was fifty percent powerful. The power of three billion catties swept like a tsunami.

This force hit the hand bones of the White Bone Demon Saint, and the hand bones cracked in response. And the Zhanyang King Fist continues to destroy the withering and decaying momentum, ignoring everything and advancing strongly!

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