Heavenly Monarch of All Times

The ink stunned and shimmered, and felt a strong threat from the burning spear, so that her eyes could not help but tremble.

"Ink is like a beggar, ready to die." In the rain, he smiled, his face was stunned, his arms raised, and the wolf snakes and spears made a glaring fire in the air. The flames filled the flames. The air condenses into a huge wolf head, opening a huge wolf's mouth, and two flames and fangs release a hot wave of heat, rushing toward the ink.

The heat wave is rolling, and the rushing of the ink, the eyebrows slightly lifted up, the tip of the toes gently, leaping into the air for dozens of meters, the red glow around the body instantly expanded, outside her body, a phoenix shadow Hidden.

"锵-!" Immediately, a clear and agitated phoenix sounded, it seems to have the power to wear clouds and cracks, the rolling sound waves spread in all directions, stirring in the entire competition.

The crowd trembled fiercely, and the eyes were staring at the competition, and they did not want to miss any pictures.

Ink in the air, like a nine-day goddess, the whole body circulates a holy red glow, giving people an impulse to worship.

In her body, a huge flaming giant bird, vain and lingering, endless, hot power seems to burn everything.

When people saw this scene, their eyes became hot and they showed deep awe.

When the ink rain fell into disappointment, he suddenly raised his head and stepped on his feet. The bluestone slab on the battle platform was smashed.

His figure rose to the air, against the volley of ink, his face was horrible, and his eyes were released with the coldness of Y.

When he noticed the fear of the surrounding people looking at the ink, he felt a big stone in his heart and blocked him from breathing.

This kind of awe-inspiring gaze, this kind of glory that is highly eye-catching, should belong to his ink rain, and should not be ink-like!

"Ink rain, let's take a chance to win." Mo Ruzhen felt the smothering of Ling Xiao, but he only slightly frowned, and opened his mouth.

"It's not a win-win, but a life-and-death!" The ink rain was vicious, and the Y cold voice rolled out from the throat, one word at a time.

With his hegemony, Mo Ruzhen snatched away the things that belonged to him, and he could let the other person live.

The mad voice fell, and a horrible giant bird appeared behind the ink rain. The whole body was dark and the mouth was like a knife. It was his Yuan Ling, Xuan Yu Ying Ying.

"嗷-!" Xuan Yu eagle screamed in the sky, the black feathers exudes a suffocating suffocating suffocating, filled the entire battlefield.

"The giant spirit is true!" The crowd trembled. The spirit of the ink rain is the seventh-order spirit. It is really terrifying. It is this kind of momentum that makes people feel a strong sense of suffocation.

"Ink rain, what is it going to do, desperate?" Someone stared and screamed.

The ink rain released the true body of the giant spirit, and it was obvious that the fish died.

People don't know what kind of grudges between ink and ink rain are worth fighting for.

Nie Tian saw this scene, and his eyes could not help but tremble. He said in his heart: "If you are like ink, don't be soft, your heart is soft, and you lose."

Nie Tian knew too much about Mo Ruzhen. When he let the latter kill for the first time, the latter actually cried.

If the ink is too kind, she is now let her kneel to kill the people of the same family. Nie Tian is worried that she will not go.

"The giant spirit is true?" Mo Ruzhen saw the Xuan Yu eagle behind the ink rain, and the beautiful glimpse flashed, angered: "Do you really want to live with me?"

At this moment, Mo Ruyi still holds a trace of luck for the ink rain. It is a stupid girl.

"Today, it's not that you are dead, that is, I am dead!" The rainy throat rolled and the voice became hoarse.

"Good!" Ink stunned his eyes, his heart groaned, and the same spirit appeared behind him. A fiery red phoenix came out.

Nine-day **** phoenix, the nine-order supreme Yuanling, the appearance of the scorpion, the powerful and unparalleled phoenix power instantly filled the space of hundreds of meters, suddenly a powerful force blooms in the air, the warmth of the warmth, scatters the previous That suffocation.

Nine-day gods and phoenix eyes like the sun and the moon, red eyes staring at the Xuan Yu eagle, actually the direct-pressed ink rain Xuan Yu eagle can not lift his head.

"What is this spirit, so horrible!" People trembled fiercely, feeling a warmth in the heart, although calm, but hidden the power of horror.

The rain of the Yuan Ling Xuan Yu eagle is the seventh-order Yuan Ling, and the ink of the Mo Ruo has just appeared, directly pressing the Xuan Yu eagle dare not look up, how horrible her spirit!

At least the eighth-order spirit, or even the nine-order spirit.

The nine-order Yuan Ling, the legendary Supreme Yuan Ling, is terrible!

At this time, people finally wake up, and Mo Ruzhen can ignite Fengming for nine days. It is not luck, but talent and strength!

Her talent is too much rain!

On the Tianting Pavilion, the elders of the four great families saw this scene, their faces were stiff and their hearts were astonished.

At this point, the four people thought completely differently.

The ink sentence did not think that the spirit of the ink is so horrible, definitely not only the seventh-order spirit.

Now, he began to regret it. If the ink is not in the air and the ink is left in the Mohist school, then the Mohist family may stand out from the four major families because of her, become the head of the four major families, and even completely control the four major families. .

But unfortunately, it is too late to regret it now.

Mohist missed a peerless genius, and this peerless genius has become an enemy of Mohist.

The other three elders also saw this, and they secretly rejoiced in their hearts. Fortunately, the Mohist did not cultivate ink, such as sputum. Otherwise, the sorcerer may have to change.

Jingwutai is in the air.

The face of the ink rain is extremely embarrassing. He can feel the trembling and fear of the Yuanling. This is a fear from the instinct that cannot be controlled.

In front of the nine-day Shenhuang, Xuan Yu Ying Ying did not have the courage to look up.

Shenhuang, a hundred birds supreme, even if it is a fierce bird of Xuan Yu Yingying, also bow down.

It is the most wrong choice made by ink rain.

"Ink rain, you admit defeat." Mo Ruyi circulated the colorful light, the faint voice sounded, swayed in the void, looking holy and solemn, without a trace of dirt.

Until this moment, she still chose to give the ink a chance.

The ink rained up, his eyes were red and bloody, and the anger in his heart was already unstoppable.

Ink did not want to kill him, but he did not want to let go of ink.

"I don't admit defeat!" The sharp and squeaking sounds, the giant spirit disappeared behind the ink rain, the arms raised, the power, the power of the phoenix blood, all poured on the spear of the wolf, and suddenly sounded in the void A fierce wolf howling.

The next moment, a strange black giant wolf appeared, and there was a black flame on the giant body, like a long black snake.

"I want you to die!" The volley stepped, the wind whistled, and the ink rain condensed all the power of the whole body and rushed toward the ink.

In the void, a black flame giant wolf, fiercely saved, pressed to the ink.