In the depths of his eyebrows, a touch of purple-gold qi luck was suspended, turned into a ball, and constantly trembled and buzzed.

This purple gold divine light is the entity of his god general's title, and in the eyes of the outside warriors, he is closing his eyes and breathing, but in his spiritual world, he senses a vicissitudes of life, and he falls down from the worship platform in the dark, and has a connection with the title god general.

Previously, he only felt that the Humane Qi Fortune was magnificent and boundless, penetrating through the Endless Void World and descending, directly manifesting in his spiritual world, but this time it was different.

In the depths of the purple gold light cluster, there is a condensed talisman, two ancient pictographic seals, which are his borderless titles.

However, outside the boundless title, in the entwined rich purple qi luck, black silk threads appeared, and these black silk threads exuded a kind of all-devouring evil, like a hideous net weaving, about to seal his god title.

"Doom?"

Soon, there were ripples in Qing Yanghuan's spirit, feeling this evil aura that was devouring the luck of others, revealing a touch of solemnity.

Doom is coming, there will inevitably be a big event, he killed the heavens and alien warriors, and it is true that he has been favored by human luck, but in the life and death campaign, there is naturally a danger of falling, all of which is manifested on the talisman of the title of God.

What exactly is the crisis?

What are the powerhouses of the Heavenly Alien Race who have not appeared until now planning?

However, he vaguely sensed that it was related to his luck, and the young powerhouse of the Heavenly Alien Race was hiding behind the scenes and did not appear, could it be that he was fighting his luck idea?

But in any case, what he can conclude is that his momentum is strong, and he can better protect the luck of the Terran King's domain, and the Terran King's momentum can also feed back to him, and his luck and the general trend of the King's domain are complementary to each other.

Suddenly, Qingyang Huan woke up and looked at the shattered blood and bones of the Lingdaozi in front of him, although the Lingdaozi was shattered and his whole body turned into a spiritual mass, he still exuded a thick blood energy.

With his big hand, he took the emanating spiritual Dao mysteries into his palm, and suddenly a stream of mystical essence manifested in him, and the mysteries bubbled like a trickle, almost breathing, and they were reorganized and concluded in his hands.

This is?

At this scene, the alien warriors who were watching around suddenly felt a chill in their hearts, thinking of the previous scene of the battle between Qingyang Huan and the Little Lion King, all the warriors who were defeated in his hands had become a stepping stone for him to promote his strength.

"Damn the Terrans, it's a great shame, this is treating my Heavenly Camp as nothing!"

"Damn, the warriors who died in battle can't even protect their bones, this is simply a shame for my heavens!"

Looking at Qingyang Huan's actions, some alien warriors showed a raging anger in their eyes, and Qing Yang Huan's grandiose approach was the face of beating Zhu Tianjiao.

The defeated can't even save their bones.

"Damn the human race, I am proud of the heavens, how can I allow you to be so humiliated!"

Finally, among the Heavenly Warriors who stepped on the void, there was a young martial artist who couldn't bear it, and a big spear appeared in his hand and shot towards Qingyang Huan.

Little Thunder Gun Regu River!

Almost instantly, a warrior recognized the identity of this alien warrior, this is a warrior of the Thunder Clan, and he is also slightly famous in the Southern Wilderness, the reason why he is well-known is because he has a sister who is so strong that he is boundless, a darling of the real heaven and earth thunder.

"Kill!"

The big gun in the little thunder spear was like dancing all the thunder between heaven and earth, and the purple lightning and silver light roared into the sky, and the rolling thunder fell from the top of the nine heavens.

"Kill, kill, kill! I can't let the humble Terran warrior humiliate my heavens and hundreds of clans like this, and I can't let him trample on the bones of the Spirit Dao anymore!"

"Under the oppression of the heavens, the human race is still breathing in a corner of the great wilderness, can this small human race still turn the sky in the southern wilderness, this is the shame of my race!"

"Take back the bones of the Heavenly Pride of the Clans and kill the Terrans!"

Whoa!

With the little thunder spear taking action, the martial artists in the Heavenly Camp gave up the dispute between light and darkness at this moment, and four figures appeared again, shooting towards Qingyang Huan. 、

The Bone Clan's Tianjiao Knife Bone Thorn is a bone spirit born from a pile of bones floating on the edge of an ancient battlefield floating in the depths of the Endless Void.

The flower pupils of the demon clan and the cyan of the snake clan.

The soul of the Bloodclan is in turmoil.

The Red Flame Demon Tiger of the Demon Clan.

The five figures, each of which has the combat power to cross the taboo, seeing the alien warrior who wrapped himself from the void, Qing Yanghuan sneered, it seems that he can't help it.

Kill!

The five alien warriors glanced at each other, and in an instant, they all shot out in unison, roaring towards Qingyang Huan.

"Humph!"

Looking at the overwhelming attacks, Qingyang Huan's big hand shot out again and again, shattering the attacks that came in the air, and his body was like a dragon swinging his tail, and in the blink of an eye, he broke through the void and appeared in front of the demon clan's flower pupil Jing Snake Demon.

"This ......!"

The triangular snake eyes flashed with cold coldness, but at this moment he had to show horror, he felt that in Qingyang Huan's palm, a great shore that embraced all rivers fixed him, and all the demon power was condensed, and the number one demon body in the heavens and all the races was squeezed and cracked one by one.

Rumble!

A blood flower burst open, the demon body sank into the air, and was grabbed by Qingyang Huan and thrown towards the ancient city of Yulin, and the demon snake that manifested the body exceeded five hundred zhang, directly crushing a large area of land.

Boom! Boom!

Next, blood flowers exploded in the heavenly vault, making the hearts of all the martial artists tremble, the blood and bones shattered, and blood splattered.

The four clans of the Bone Clan, the Demon Clan, the Blood Clan, and the Thunder Clan and the five warriors all spilled their blood on the land of the human race.

"Damn, it's too much of a deception, my demon clan will take revenge!"

"Don't be rampant, my heavenly powerhouses will break you into thousands of pieces. ”

However, no matter how these Heavenly Warriors shouted, five bloody corpses lay on the ground, making them no longer dare to make a move.

Especially when Qing Yanghuan's eyes swept over them, they all subconsciously retreated, with a touch of horror in their eyes, and the spiritual world seemed to be torn open by an ancient murderer.

......

The depths of the Endless Void World.

In the ten-mile-radius Galuo space, in the bright divine light, a statue of the Buddha Buddha sits in a phantom shape, the Sanskrit sound in his mouth is like a tide, and a breath of compassion fills the entire space.

The divine light is shining, the world of living beings is converted, the fat head Tuo folds his hands, and the phantom of the Jialuo Holy Mountain appears between the opening and closing of his eyes, and the corners of his mouth are smiling, as if all the spirits in the heaven and earth are peaceful.

"The brothers of the Spirit Clan, the Bone Clan, the Demon Clan, the Blood Clan, and the Thunder Clan, all of them are going to die for my heavens, and I am willing to incarnate Gara and recite the Sutra of Rebirth 9,999 times, so that they can ascend to Bliss and enter my Gamen in the next life, and no longer suffer from suffering. ”

The little saint son standing on the illusory holy mountain, when he glanced at the fat head Tuo in his eyes, he showed a touch of disdain, so that when his eyes pierced through the void and overlooked the ancient city of Yulin, he revealed a touch of scorching.

"Humane luck. ”

Compared with the burning heat in the eyes of the little saint, the corners of the fat head's mouth smiled, and the eyes that looked at the little saint son were a little playful.

"Holy River Benescent, the warriors of the human race slaughtered so many warriors in my heavens, the reward of human luck is absolutely beyond imagination, coupled with the general trend of hundreds of millions of living beings in the human race royal domain carried on his body, it is not only magnificent and boundless. ”

"What about letting his luck reach perfection and rank among the Terran Dingyuan God Generals?"

The little Holy Son's eyes were cold, and he snorted: "This Holy Son has given him this opportunity to reach perfection, and when his spirit, combat power, and luck have reached the peak of the extreme, it will be the time for me to cut it down!"

"When I fall into the bottomless abyss at the peak, all the creation will become the stepping stone of my holy river!"

"It's not enough, the Terrans haven't killed enough, it's not enough!"

Suddenly, there was a touch of madness flashing in the depths of his pupils, and the little saint son stared at Qing Yanghuan deadly, feeling his high momentum that was constantly improving, almost every time he improved, his eyes couldn't help but be excited.

The stronger Qingyang Huan is, the stronger the creation he gets in the end!

"Rubbish!"

After his eyes were withdrawn from Qingyang Huan's body, he saw the alien warriors suspended in the sky, showing their timid looks one by one, and the little saint couldn't help but curse secretly.

"Pass on the holy edict of my Heavenly Light Camp, whoever walks on the strong people of the Heavenly Camp of the Southern Wilderness will punish the heavenly pride of the human race and cut off the luck of humanity!"

"Honoring the Holy Son!"

A holy light appeared on the illusory holy mountain, and a golden armor warrior walked out, with three command flags planted behind his back, and disappeared into the depths of the cave in a few steps.

"The Holy Son is really a big deal, and he doesn't even hesitate to use the Holy Son's order for this!"

The corner of the fat man's mouth smiled, and he didn't care about the madness of the little holy son, but showed a touch of interest.

"If I have to cut off the peak qi luck of the human race, the favor of the holy path qi luck will definitely be inflicted on me, and then a mere piece of the holy son order will be nothing!"

The corners of the little saint's mouth smiled, but the smile exuded coldness.

"Fatty, you're no better than me. ”

"Garaprajna!"

Hearing this, the fat head folded his hands and sighed.

"Gara is merciful, the little holy son is wrong in this words, Gara's great wisdom and great wish, the original intention is to purify all sentient beings, to relieve the suffering of all souls, killing is extremely to save suffering, and appearing here is also to extradite lost lives, but all souls are ignorant, and it is difficult to understand Gara's original heart. ”

Listening to the fat head's serious nonsense, even the little saint is a little crooked, this group of shameless bald heads, on the surface of compassion, but they dare not compliment.

Those who follow me prosper and those who oppose me die!

This is the creed of the Gara people who walk the heavens, and it is also their code of conduct for reinforcing their followers.

......

Airplanes!

Three days later, a brilliant blue light flickered in the boundless path in Qingyang Huan's hand, and a cyan vine phantom grew, which evolved into a towering ancient tree, and finally turned into a totem of a tree hidden in the depths of the Dao rune.