"No!" Zhao Dagang couldn't hold back any longer, and jumped out with a golden hammer, and the drum urn golden hammer became bigger in his hand, smashing into the three major forces like a hill, and he was fearless against all Lao Tzu. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

But it was too slow, compared to the past, his golden hammer was full of sharp golden light, heavier, heavier and more terrifying, and the blunt weapon actually had two effects, heavy and sharp, but he was too far away, and he was not a speed-type cultivator himself, so he obviously couldn't save Xiao Chen.

The empress sneered hideously, shook her hand, and the purple qi was obviously thicker: "Go to death, no one can save you." ”

The Pope bowed his head and said: "If the wind and clouds are not showy, Ragnarok will fall, and my great prophecy will not... Wrong again. ”

But at this time, a cloud of black smoke suddenly exploded in front of Xiao Chen, and a low laugh came from the Ghost King of Pishan inside: "No one can save Xiao Chen?

With a click, the eighty-one metal chains that locked Xiao Chen's pipa bone were all shattered, and the Ghost King of Bishan appeared, grabbed Xiao Chen and threw it out, "Feng family girl, go on!"

Xiao Chen was thrown out like a cannonball, the empress was furious, and more than a dozen strong men hit Xiao Chen in the scream, and the ghost king of Bishan had the heart to help Xiao Chen block a few times, but he was powerless, and the purple smoke of the empress came to the front of her, as if the devil was close to her face, and the pressure was like a mountain.

"Ask for your own blessings, boy. With a wry smile, the Ghost King of Bishan stood up straight and smashed his fist at the empress.

The fist wind collided with the empress's purple smoke, and the ghost king spurted blood just as soon as he spurted it, and his face was full of astonishment, why was the empress so strong?

He fought with the empress, more than once, at that time, the two of them could fight against the empress, and the three of them could make the empress flee in the wilderness, even if it was one person, it was no problem to fight dozens of moves, but now he was seriously injured just by touching each other.

"You have touched the Divine Extreme Realm!" the Ghost King of Bishan suddenly realized.

The empress smiled coldly, and the purple smoke rammed the ghost king's body like a hammer, and the corrosive power in it was terrifying, and it made the ghost king's beard scatter and be particularly embarrassed, the ghost king's eyes flickered twice, and suddenly turned into black smoke, and two points of dark green light appeared in the smoke.

Before coming here, he had the worst plan, he was prepared for the worst, and it was a pure accident to meet a god like the 'Lord', but when he confronted the empress, he was mentally prepared when he came here, and he also had a backhand to deal with.

"You and I have the same thoughts,"

"You and I have the same desire,"

"You and I share the same unwillingness. ”

An increasingly deep voice came out of the black smoke, the faces of the empress and the pope changed greatly, and even the pope wanted to free up his hand to help the empress, but was stopped by Feng Shangxue with two consecutive swords.

He didn't dare to evacuate this battlefield, without his restraint, Feng Shangxue was easier than chopping melons and vegetables, she was only a little worse than Feng Yun Buxiu, more than ten years ago, Feng Yun Buxiu cut their subordinates as cabbage, no matter how you look at it, this woman who has captivated the country and the city will not be half a point softer than Xiao Chen.

Maybe it should be said that they tortured Xiao Chen like this, and now the ruthlessness of Feng Shangxue is probably above Xiao Chen.

Feng Shangxue's ruthlessness was forced out by them!

Self-inflicted, absolutely self-inflicted, the Pope exchanged a look at the empress to express helplessness.

The empress's eyes were slightly narrow, and the arc of her squinting was as graceful but sharp as a willow leaf, she did not retreat but advanced, and the purple light wrapped around her hands suddenly inserted into the black mist of the ghost king: "The ghost hall of Bishan is famous for all generations, and I will understand it today." ”

A muffled grunt of pain came out of the black mist, but the voice of the Ghost King did not stop, but became deeper, as if the murmur came from the abyss underground, which was the call of the dead.

"We shed the same blood,"

"Our souls have the same pursuit,"

"This is the insignificance of our last breath," the voice was raised abruptly to the limit, "and it is also the glory we share!"

"Huaxia is inseparable from the pride of heroes, roar! Roar! Crazy! Even if the soul is scattered, the eternal monument is engraved with the most beautiful pride of the Chinese bloodline!"

Roar!

Far away in the center of the mountain in China, the pitch-black ghost hall trembled suddenly, and the countless pitch-black stone statues in the hall opened their eyes, roaring and roaring through the space and time, and a thunderbolt-like explosion from the deepest part of the bloodline suddenly spread throughout the ghost king's body.

It is accompanied by a sentence, some of which are arrogant, some are low and introverted, but each of them has a firm conviction.

"Ji Gongni lit the beacon fire and played the princes to destroy the country, leaving thousands of people in calamity, and the body of guilt is not worth caring about, and I also ask the ghost king to use my power to the fullest, and I will not hesitate to annihilate it. ”

"Changshan Zhao Zilong, I am willing to die for Huaxia!"

"The last general, Yue Fei, is willing to serve the power of dogs and horses. ”

"Nurhachi is here, who dares to touch my people of Huaxia!"

"Third battalion commander, where is Lao Tzu's Italian artillery?"

In the Han Ming Dynasty, Yuan and Qing dynasties, and even the end of the law era, countless strong men roared and threw the deepest bit of light into the body of the ghost king.

In the dark place where the light swept through, Xiao Chen was chased and killed by the alliance of the three major forces like a puppet, and the three who protected him were the old dean Si Yahui and the Northland Drought Fish, they were very strong, yes, they could fight against the empress and the pope, but in the face of the tenfold siege of the strong, they obviously couldn't care about the head and tail, and they were all wounded and covered in blood.

The Ghost King of Bishan roared angrily and wanted to go over, facing the purple frenzy like a mountain, and the empress was full of sarcasm: "I have heard a lot of heroic stories in China recently, the power of your ghost palace, I still have to give it a try, how can I let you leave?"

The ghost king smashed it with a punch, there was no brilliance of artistic conception, no black smoke and ghost energy, only the blood pressure of Huanghuang like the great sun, and the thoughts of heroes crushed the soul of the empress.

The empress was stunned, her eyes were glazed, and the strong man who was about to step into the realm of the gods was actually controlled.

For thousands of years, countless heroes roared and roared, churning in her mind, the sea of her soul stirred up huge waves, and countless heroes in gold armor, silver robes, or earthy silver military uniforms launched a furious attack on her,

"Hehe..."The empress's soul suddenly sneered: "The older generation always said how terrible the ghost palace in Huaxia was, but unfortunately all the people I met died, and I couldn't leave any information, so it turned out to be like this, interesting... It's so much fun!"

"To put it bluntly, it's not a crowd tactic, run to my sea of souls to toss, you are looking for death!"