"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ......"

The void explodes inexplicably!

In the sky above Hongchi Villa, the eight heaven-sized giant hands trembled violently, their arms suddenly dried up and wrinkled, and the prostrate breath of the Qinglian Continent in all directions suddenly appeared a trace of disorder. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

100,000 families, at a loss, this world doesn't seem to have changed in the slightest?

Sin Qianqiu's whole body sweated like rain, the word "sin" on his forehead was dim, his eyes were constricted, and he looked at the sky with endless fear.

"Huh...... Kuku ...... Sonorous!"

Eight giant hands trembled in the sky above the red pool, anxiously grabbing the demon soldiers on the ground, and the sound of the symphony was like an ancient yellow bell, full of eternal desolation, making the endless region vibrate.

The aftermath was bursting, destroying 100,000 rivers and mountains.

"Ryo!"

Between heaven and earth, a sound of Buddha arose, washing the heaven and earth, the holy light of endless mercy was sprinkled, washing away the filthy sky, the mountains were snowy, and the universe was clear.

Suddenly, eight giant hands paused in the air!

"Buzz...... Hum!" the giant hand struggled hard, but the void only rippled in a microwave, imprisoning the giant hand to death. The 100,000 families below suddenly felt that their whole bodies could not move, like puppet sculptures.

Sin Qianqiu's face was shocked, "The space is not imprisoned, why is it that no one can move in the millions of people, even the Eight Banners are completely dormant?"

Under the void where the sky broke through the clouds, the eight giant hands exuded terrifying power, and the eight flags of heaven and earth suddenly merged into one, condensing into a pale yellow power, wanting to shake the heavens and the earth.

The pale yellow power was completely crushed before it could raise its head.

The eight giant hands gradually dried up in the air, but in just a few breaths, they twisted like firewood......

In the eight directions of the Qinglian Continent, the creeping fierce aura was suddenly infected with a trace of panic!

"Stampede...... Stampede ...... Stampede ......"

Thunder suddenly sounded in the void, sweeping away millions of wind and clouds, stirring the time and space of heaven and earth. Pitch-black ink clouds condensed into ancient chariots, tearing through banners and flying through the endless airspace.

Millions of ancient chariots came with a bang, full of holes, after 100,000 battles, and the bloody and ferocious breath infected the heavens and the earth.

"Ah......h

A terrible scream sounded from the side of the Qinglian Continent, howling like a hundred thousand old cows, shaking the white little fat in the air and convulsing off ten catties of flesh and blood, and the cyan giant hand in the air was crushed by the ancient chariot.

The chariot ran over and disappeared!

And then, the gray arms!

Yellow arm!

............

Pitch Black Arm!

Shenghui arm!

..................

The eight giant hands, the flesh and blood of the crushing were blurred, and finally turned into a wisp of smoke, completely dissipated, and the monstrous blood formed a canopy in the air, splashing down, and the power contained in it shook the past and the present!

The 100,000 families were shocked and shocked, and they were filled with infinite fear, "Who is it?

Suddenly, snow fell from the sky and the earth, like a flying elf, fluttering melodiously in the air.

The moment the snowflakes landed, they turned into a pool of blood, red and dazzling, dyeing the dark earth with blood, as if the boundless Shura Domain, watered by the blood of hundreds of millions of living beings.

Sin Qianqiu was stunned for a moment, and then extremely shocked, "It's him ......"

In the sky, a phantasm suddenly appeared.

The phantom appeared above the ink clouds, and it seemed to be close to the Red Pond Villa, and it seemed to be above the sun, out of reach, high above!

Three thousand snow hairs!

The face is like frost!

The eyes opened slightly, and the heavens and the earth thundered, like a billion horses galloping wildly for 100,000 rivers and mountains. A horizontal eyebrow, just like two sharp swords, revealing the meaning of endless killing, piercing through the vast sky.

In the air, the second master of the Yun clan looked at the phantom, slightly puzzled, and then his eyes were shocked, but the two breaths pinched out a fist of sweat, and murmured in a low voice, "It's him!"

One hundred thousand families, looking at the phantom in the air, the six gods have no master!

The twenty-two leaders of the peak were even more shocked, and the people of the Eight Banners, their faces were like ashes, looking at the breath lurking in the eight directions of the mainland, their complexions changed like pig's liver.

Snow Clan, the corner of Elder Qianshan's mouth outlined a smile, and led the people of the whole clan to fly into the air, saluting respectfully at the phantom, with a reverent expression:

"Meet the Ancestors!"

One hundred thousand family spirits, the whole body of the Dao Qi became disordered, and infinite essence light appeared in his eyes:

"Ancestors...... Snow Ancestor!"

Suddenly, the 100,000 families clasped their fists and saluted respectfully, not daring to cross the slightest, "Meet the Snow God!"

Snow God!

Cloud Demon!

Feather Emperor!

Hidden Emperor!

The four peak powerhouses of the Qinglian Continent today are all peerless figures who held the heavens and the earth hundreds of years ago, and established a clan that is on a par with the Eight Banners Ancient Clan, and is worshiped by hundreds of millions of living beings.

And these four powerhouses have disappeared for hundreds of years!

In the past hundred years, and only twenty-three years ago, the four peak powerhouses each exuded an aura to help the Heavenly Tower surrender to the vision of heaven and earth.

The four strong men, the dragon is gone, but now they have seen it, they have seen the face of the snow god, and appreciated the arrogance and domineering spirit of the peak powerhouse.

The phantom's right hand was raised slightly.

100,000 families, like a spring breeze, feel the light of the Buddha all over the body, and the Dao qi in the body is bubbling and flowing.

The Snow Clan's Thousand Mountains Elder shook his body, his palm condensed a foot of ice, and then he picked up the Nightmare Demon Soldier, faltered in the air, and said respectfully to the Snow God:

"Great Elder of the Snow Clan, Tu Qianshan pays a visit to the Snow God, this Nightmare Demon Soldier is the weapon of the thousand-year-old sacrifice of Hongchi Villa", as he spoke, Tu Qianshan held the Nightmare Painting Halberd in both hands and raised it above his head.

Jun Qinghan clenched his fists, and his heart slammed up, "If the snow god makes a move, he will definitely not be afraid of the demon thoughts, this soldier ...... I'm afraid I don't have anything to do with him."

The snow god's sleeve robe was rolled, and his expression was the same as before.

Tu Qianshan was stunned, looked up at the eyes of the snow god, suddenly turned around, and landed in front of Jun Qinghan in one step, threw the demon soldier of the Nightmare, and at the same time put one hand on Jun Qinghan's shoulder, and said, "Take it!"

Jun Qinghan suddenly felt that he could move, his arms shook, and he directly integrated the Nightmare Halberd into his body.

At the shoulder, Tu Qianshan's palm emitted a trace of warmth, flowing through Jun Qinghan's whole body.

A devil's hair, inch by inch frost white!

The eyes of the 100,000 families were split, "Young whitehead, a member of the Snow Clan!"

Looking at the young man with snow-haired hair in the air, the hearts of the 100,000 families were in turmoil, "His hair is like a snow god, his eyes are like cloud demons, his eyes are like the Hidden Emperor, is it possible, what else is there, like the Feather Emperor?"

"How did this product come out of hybridization?"

The 100,000 family couldn't help but wonder.

The leader of the Eight Banners was bitter, and the second master of the Yun Clan was smiling, and they all thought of what Tu Qianshan said before, "My Snow Clan has its own decision, so I don't need you Yun Yi to preach like this."

It turns out that this is the decision of the Snow Clan!

He is a little second master of the Yun clan, and he really doesn't have this ability to preach.

The Snow God, one of the four peak powerhouses in the continent, the high-flying Snow God, actually appeared on the top of the Red Pool, guarding the demon soldiers, and can easily crush the Snow God of the Eight Banners, and his qualifications for preaching are far behind.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, in the eight directions of the Qinglian Continent, the dust and sand in the sky soared, and the fierce aura was like a tide, rushing towards the distance.

"Presumptuous!"

Tu Qianshan shouted angrily in the air, his eyes surged with murderous intent, his snow-white hair flew, and he barbed the sky, "Without the promise of Lord Snow God, who would dare to leave?"

While Tu Qianshan was angry, the aura of the Eight Banners was getting weaker and weaker, and he ran farther and farther.

Suddenly, the phantom in the sky shook, and a glimmer of light flashed under his eyes.

"Stampede...... Stampede ...... Stampede ......"

Millions of chariots, hundreds of millions of horses galloping, windswept clouds, thunder drums and electric flags, rushing towards the sky, fast as lightning, like a monstrous and fierce ancient giant beast, chasing towards the Eight Banners and famous houses.

In just a few breaths, eight rays of light flashed in the eight directions of the Qinglian sky, and the dim brilliance was full of fear.

The Eight Banners are like ants crawling at the feet of the snow god.

Jun Qinghan's heart was shocked, "The Snow God's means are really thorough, and the power of the Eight Banners is already terrifying in their eyes, but in front of the Snow God, they are humble like an ant, turning over and covering their hands, being kneaded and crushed at will."

"Get out!"

The thin lips of the snow god opened slightly, and the heavens and the earth were filled with 100,000 thunders, dominating the universe and shaking the infinite nine heavens.

In the void, the leaders of the Eight Banners, the elders, and the young handsome, their faces were purple and blue, and the famous houses of the Eight Banners Ancient Clan, let the continent go, it was a supreme existence, but now they were ravaged by the Snow God, and they were called and drunk at will!

Shame!

Borderless, eight pale yellow breath, relieved, hearing the word "roll", but feeling the relaxation in the depths of the soul, even if the face is lost, but the small life is saved.

As soon as the physical restraints disappeared, they ran away wildly, embarrassed.

did not run out of the hundred zhang, felt that the soul was tight, the qi and blood were reversed, the meridians of the whole body were shattered inch by inch, the soul was submerged by the boundless sea of blood, the vitality was dying, and it withered in an instant, turning his head to look at the phantom of the snow god in the sky, resentful and unwilling.

The dignified snow god is doing this!

In the sky above the red pool, the people of the Eight Banners looked at the blood stained red in the sky, their eyes were split, looking at the phantom of the snow god, and a trace of anger surged in fear, "You are the snow god, the snow god of all words!"

Tu Qianshan's snow was furious, stained with a touch of scarlet blood in the air, and said coldly:

"Lord Snow God is talking about "rolling", not running!"

The leader of the Eight Banners, listening to Tu Qianshan's words, his qi and blood reversed, and a mouthful of pitch-black blood gushed out, and the 100,000 families were also panicked and shocked, "Snow God...... The blood god is really fierce!"

The light of the sky is gone, and the sky and the earth are hazy!

By the time everyone could move, the phantom between heaven and earth had disappeared without a trace.

Jun Qinghan looked at the place where the snow god disappeared, and a trace of deep longing surged in his heart, "This is the real powerhouse, who can turn over the clouds with his hands, shake the heavens and the earth, despise all living beings, and respect me alone!"

The scene suddenly became deadly silent, and the 100,000 families were still excited, "...... I actually saw the legendary snow god, even if it was broken bones, I also earned it. ”

The people of the Eight Banners are the six gods without masters, and they are still in shock......

Suddenly, a thin voice sounded in Jun Qinghan's ears:

"Sovereign, it's time to leave!"