Heavenly Monarch of All Times

Ye Lao looked up at Nie Tian and looked awkward. He nodded, and his figure moved and left immediately.

In the competition field, the crowd quickly evacuated, and many of the gods of the rounds directly bombarded the walls of the battlefield. Unfortunately, the walls were tens of meters thick and were reinforced by the spiritual array, even if they were the gods. Unable to destroy.

"Everyone enters the battlefield and leaves from the exit of the military field!" Nie Tian looked down and saw that there were few entrances and exits to the battle platform. If the crowd was thoroughly from there, it would take at least several hours, and the entrance and exit of the battlefield would be many, each competition. Wutai has an entrance and exit. The crowd will first go to the military field and then evacuate from the battlefield. It will be very fast.

"Everyone is a little faster, and Nie Tian is fighting for time for us."

"Everyone should not be chaotic, whoever dares to squash, and Laozi is the first to kill him!"

"Nie Tian is not afraid of life and death. If we are in a mess, it is not a man!"

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Among the crowds, some people yelled and spontaneously lined up long queues, and a long dragon entered the military meeting and evacuated from the exit of the military field.

Nie Tian looked at the crowd in the battlefield, but his eyes became somewhat blurred.

In the battle with the ink rain, by the three palms of Zhao Zhaojing, he had already exhausted his power. He just wanted to kill the ghosts, and he used the arrogance of the arrogant swords. At this time, he forced the totem to open, and it was already reached. The limits of his body and strength.

"Teacher!" Tang Hao noticed that Nie’s weather became unstable, and stepped forward, a stock force poured into the latter body.

Nie Tian was supported by Tang Yuyuan and his face improved a lot.

"Hmmm?" However, at this time, Nie Tian suddenly felt that the power of the blood-printed net suddenly increased, and his brow wrinkled, and suddenly a blood spurted out.

The blood-printed net suddenly slammed down, and Nie Tian was almost unable to bear it.

"Teacher, let's go!" Tang Yan was in great pain and wanted to leave with Nie Tian.

"Don't care for me, I won't have anything!" Nie Tian looked indifferent, but actually smiled at Tang Yin.

Tang Yan saw this expression, and there was a moistness in the eyes. This expression, he had seen it many times. Every time he worried about Nie Tian, ​​the latter always used this expression to comfort him.

Don Juan wants to help Nie Tian, ​​but he is powerless, and he does not have the power to cover the power of the stars.

"Mr. Nie, let me help you!" Just as Tang Yan was almost desperate, a squeaky voice rang, a delicate figure appeared, silver long hair fluttered in the wind, between the two eyebrows, the third Eyes, suddenly opened.

"Fox fox!" Nie Tian looked at the people, the dignified expression showed a touch of joy, the person who came is not someone else, it is the fox fox.

The eyes of the fox foxes opened in the eyes, and the **** scorpions filled out in the pupils. The turbulent waves poured into the totems of the sky. The faint totem of the heavens suddenly became star-studded.

Nie Tian and Fox Little raccoon once cooperated once in the chaos of the chaos, and once again cooperated and became very tacit.

"嗡-!" The blood-printed net was hit by the totem of the sky, emitting a fierce roar, and the air was squeezed out of Mars.

"Nie Tian." At this time, if the figure of Yu Zhen’s policy also appeared, he came to Nie Tian and his eyes trembled. He did not expect that Nie Tian would hardly block the blood-printed net.

The moment when the blood-printed net appeared, if the rain was true, it was more frightening than anyone.

At that time, the people in the blood butcher palace died under the blood-printed net.

Although he was only five years old at that time, he would never forget that scene.

If there is no Nie Tian today, the hundreds of thousands of people in the Armed Forces will be killed in the same way as the Blood Tuen Palace.

With the blessing of the eyes of the eve, the power of the totem totem is greatly enhanced, and the blood-printed net is temporarily controlled.

The following crowds slowly dissipated and gradually became much less.

Nie Tian exhaled a sigh of relief, and his heart was much easier.

"Nie Tian, ​​I killed you!" However, at this time, a violent voice suddenly sounded, and suddenly a magic bone blade appeared, spurting out and attacking Nie Tian.

"Ink Zhaojing!" Nie Tian eyes condensed, saw a sly face, who can think of it, at this time, Mo Zhaojing still wants to kill Nie Tian!

He wants to avenge the ink rain too much, and this mentality almost drives him crazy.

"Ink Zhaojing, you are looking for death!" In a critical moment, Tang Yan screamed, the eyes of the sneaky eyes flashed, and a **** red blade appeared in the void.

"Hey!" The magic bone blade and the blood red blade collided together and exploded in the void.

Tang Yan figure flickering, the strange double eyes flashed a touch of fine mans, killing the machine, revealing cold, cold mouth: "Ink Zhaojing, you dare to go half a step, die!"

"Is it?" In the face of Mo Zhaojing, the whole body killed the singer and screamed: "The Mojiawu, kill me Nie Tian!"

At this time, Nie Tian will fight against the blood-printed net, and anyone can kill him.

As long as Mo Zhaojing dragged Tang Yan, the Mojiawu people swarmed up, Nie Tian will die.

However, the four black martial artists behind Mo Zhaojing were staring at him, but there was no reaction.

"Bastard, haven't you heard the words of the master?" Seeing that the four warriors did not take the shot, Mo Zhaojing shivered and violently roared.

"Homeowner, are you crazy?" Finally, one of the Mohist martial artists stepped forward and said with anger: "Nie Tian is saving us, but you are going to kill him. Your homeowner, you can't be wrong again."

The other three also looked at Mo Zhaojing, and there was a touch of anger in his eyes.

Even a fool can see what Nie Tian is doing, and Mo Zhaojing actually wants to kill him at this time. Is there still a little conscience in his heart?

"Mofeng, killing Nie Tian for me!" Mo Zhaojing had only hatred for Nie Tian. He couldn't listen to anyone's words. He screamed and turned and saw that Mo Feng had already run away.

"Bastard! It's all waste!" Mo Zhaojing roared, the killing in the eyes did not diminish, fiercely staring at Nie Tian, ​​but also taboo Tang Yan, want to shoot and dare not.

Nie Tian looked coldly at Mo Zhaojing, who was the head of the family. The act was so shameless. If the Mohist family was in his hands, it would be destroyed sooner or later.

"Mu brother, you and I joined forces and killed Nie Tian!" At this time, another voice sounded.

"Zhang Tingwei!" Nie Tian eyes condensed, follow the sound, the person who came is not someone else, it is the master of Danwu, Zhang Tingwei!

Zhang Tingyan’s eyes were as poisonous as he was carrying a corpse in his hand.

He smiled coldly and pointed to Mofeng Road: "Mer brother, your dog is not obedient, I am slaughter for you, you will not mind."

In the slightest glimpse of Mo Zhaojing, he immediately smiled and said: "Zhang Dianzhu, as long as you are willing to help me kill Nie Tian, ​​everything is fine."

"Zhang Tingwei, you..." Tang Yan looked at Zhang Tingwei, who suddenly came, his eyes wide and strange, and he was so shocked that he could not speak.

"Danwu Temple Lord?" Turkic, Nie Tian cold smile, a pair of cold eyes staring at Zhang Tingwei, Senran: "Zhang Tingyun, one of the two oldest brothers, You Mi Xuan, who are you?"

Yu Mi Xuan, heard the name, Zhang Tingyi's body trembled, his face suddenly became gloomy.