Heavenly Monarch of All Times

Must be in the battlefield.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The situation is also reversing in an instant.

There are more and more people behind Nie Tian, ​​and there are many gods in the world.

As long as the ink punishment and others dare to have a little action, a major riot against the four major families will completely erupt.

The ink punishment looked at the scene in front of him, and his eyes widened, and his expression was stiff for a long time.

He did not think that he was so strong, and there are still people who dare to stand up.

The most important thing is that the people who took the lead to stand out are the big men in the 3,000 small worlds, not the general generation.

Ancient meaning, Ye Lingyun, Zhan Honghai, Duanmubai, the forces of these people together, definitely not weaker than a Mohist.

Ink flustered, his eyes flashed through the confusion that was difficult to conceal.

In the immediate situation, a careless handling will have very serious consequences.

"You, don't be impulsive." Nie Tian clung to the ink, felt the stable heartbeat of the latter, and his heart was stable. He waved his hand and gestured to calm down everyone.

Nie Tian’s voice fell, and the competition in the sky was quiet.

Everyone's eyes focused on Nie Tian, ​​waiting for him to speak.

Nie Tian calmed his eyes and suddenly looked up at the other three people on the Tianting Pavilion. He shouted: "You three, don't you want to say something?"

Out of such a big thing, the situation has developed into this way, and the other three people, who want to install dumb, are obviously impossible.

Tang’s parents, Mo Xiaotian, stepped out one step at a time and the first one came.

His eyes swept over Nie Tian, ​​and then stayed for a moment in Tang Xie behind Nie Tian. Then he paused and said: "The game between the ink rain and the ink, the elders did not pay too much attention. But I heard the sound of ink rain."

"According to the rules of the Armed Forces, one party can admit defeat, it can be regarded as the end of the game. So when the ink rain concedes defeat, the battle between him and Mo Ruyi has ended. As for his subsequent death, Suddenly, the sneak attack has nothing to do with the game. It is purely a personal grievance between him and Mo Ruyi."

Speaking of this, Mo Xiaotian turned and looked at the dozens of black martial artists in the air, and continued: "Ning Tian’s C-hand is the personal grievance between Mo Yu and Mo Ruqi, and has nothing to do with the Miwu You are all going back."

The dozens of black warriors, first of all, swayed, even if they disappeared directly.

Mo Xiaotian said so, it is obvious to say it to the other two.

If there are not so many people standing up, the other three families can stand on the side of the Mohist, but now the situation develops like this, the other three will not back with the Moh.

When the ink sentence heard Mo Xiaotian said, his face was even more ugly, as if he swallowed a mane.

Nie Tian looked at Mo Xiaotian and smiled.

The elders of the three great families are the old J giants.

Mo Xiaotian said this, and he did everything he had done with the martial arts. It is directly said that it is the personal grievances of ink rain and ink, so that not only does it recognize that Nie Tian did not destroy the rules of the Armed Forces, but also said that the action of the ink rain has nothing to do with the military.

After he confessed to the defeat, the fight ended. The next thing that happened was ink rain.

The rhetoric was so smooth that the contradiction was narrowed down between Nie Tian and the Mohist family. The other three major families and the Suiwuwu Association did not participate at all.

"Ink punishment, do you want to stop me?" Nie Tianbing's cold eyes swept toward the ink, and said indifference.

There is no support from the other three, and the independence of the ink, Nie Tian is not afraid.

There is a Mohist family behind the ink, and there is also an alchemy guild in the back of Nie Tian, ​​and there are also Qiankun Palace and Zhanyunzong. These forces together are definitely stronger than a Mohist.

Moreover, Nie Tian has already seen that the strength of the ink punishment is only the eight-foldness of the gods, and it is equivalent to the sage of one of the two oldest brothers of Ling Xuan Tiange.

Since Nie Tian can kill Yu Mi Xuan, he can also kill the ink.

The previous trick was a **** soul, although it was taken down by the ink. However, Nie Tian understands that he was too anxious before, and the real power of the **** soul did not break out. If he was allowed to make another move at this time, the ink punishment might not be able to stand.

The ink penguin stood in the same place, looked stiff, and thought quickly in the brain.

He is the elder of Moh, and Nie Tian is the elder of red. The other three have already had a clear relationship with this matter. If the Mohist School and the Alchemy Association openly rip their faces, they will never find a half benefit.

Now, people behind Nie Tian, ​​one by one, are full of anger, and they really do not move their hands. These people will certainly not stand by.

Ink punishment is not taboo Nie Tian at this time, he is really jealous is Ye Lingyun, Zhan Honghai and others.

But he did not know that Nie Tian’s strength was no longer under Ye Lingyun.

Nie Tian is the one who really should be jealous!

"Let's go." In the end of the day, the ink was smashed in the end, and eventually it was a compromise. The words were squeezed out of the teeth and turned away with the ink rain.

"Ink punishment!" Just as he turned around, Nie Tian’s figure suddenly sounded.

The ink punishment was a stagnation, but it did not look back.

"Working with you to bring a sentence to Mo Zhaojing, if the ink is like a slap in the air, I will let the singer of the whole Mohist with the fun!" Nie Tianbing's cold voice came out, the tone was calm and heart-wrenching.

Mad!

Madly horrible!

If you say such a thing on the Suiwuwu meeting, I am afraid that only Nie Tian can do it.

Every word, every word, like a sharp blade, stabbed in the heart of ink.

Nie Tian said such a thing in front of everyone, apparently did not put the Mohist in his eyes.

After today, the reputation and status of the Mohist family will be greatly reduced.

In the eyes of the ink, the sinister gods were released, the chest was up and down, and the breathing became short. His face was pale and green, and there was no blood.

He did not understand that his embarrassed Mojia elders would have been a teenager* to such a degree, and he was really wronged.

"Now, let's go!" Before the ink punishment reacted, Nie Tian spoke again, with extreme ridicule and disdain.

The body of the ink pen swayed, as if he had been slap in the face, so that he was so angry that his body shook a bit, and eventually he did not dare to take it out and left.

Seeing the ink punishment and the ink rain left, Nie Tian did not dare to delay, and immediately took the ink to leave.

Just now his words are definitely more than a threat. If Mo Ruzhen is really dead, he will let the entire Mo family bury it!

Back to the ancient capital, Nie Tian entered the room with ink.

At this time, he no longer has any scruples, and quickly stripped off the clothes like ink.

But the scene of getting into the eyes made his face strange.

The wound that the ink is worn by D, the chest has been stopped, but it has stopped bleeding, but it has become slightly black. It seems that there is a tiny black flame burning, and the wound is slowly healing.

"How could this be?" Nie Tianmu stunned and helped the ink to wear clothes.

"Chou Luo, how is this going?" Nie Tian opened the shielded Yuan Ling space, and asked quietly.