Heavenly Monarch of All Times

Dan Wu Temple advocated that the court heard that Nie Tian spoke of the name of You Mi Xuan, his body suddenly shocked, his expression was instantly stiff, and his eyes turned into Y cold, cold channel: "Nie Tian, ​​it really is that you killed Yumi mysterious!"

"Zhang Tingwei, you are also the person of Ling Xuan Tiange." Nie Tian coldly said: "If I guessed it well, you are the other one of the Nether."

When Zhang Tingjun appeared, Nie Tian noticed that the former had a ghostly atmosphere of ghosts, which is very similar to that of Yu Mi Xuan, but it is more powerful than Yu Mi Xuan.

"Nie Tian, ​​you are very smart, beyond my expectations." Zhang Tingyun no longer concealed, the muscles on his face changed strangely, turned into a cheekbones, and the breath of the whole body changed directly. It became Y Sen cold.

"Well?" Tang Yan saw this scene, looked stiff and surprised, how could he think that the imperial master of Danwu would be the person of Ling Xuan Tiange!

Nie Tian smiled coldly and said: "He is not the real Zhang Tingwei, just replacing Zhang Tingjun's identity. I am afraid that Zhang Tingxi is already dead."

"Yes." The old man Y smiled. "My name is faint, and the real master of Danwu has died under the hands of the ghost king."

At the same time, Tang Zhen and Mo Zhaojing did not expect that Zhang Tingjun actually died.

The owner of the Danwu Temple is actually a person of Ling Xuan Tiange. If such a thing is passed on, the alchemy guild will have a face.

"Yi Mi Huang, the ghosts are gone, but you still dare to stay, just to avenge the vengeance of You Mi Xuan?" Nie Tian looked indifferent, no fear, calm and heart-wrenching.

Since the sacred and sacred yellows are collectively called the Nether, the two names are so similar, obviously brothers and sisters.

The faint yellow is appearing at this time, and it must be revenge for You Mi Xuan.

"Nie Tian, ​​since you know it, you can't let you live." Yu Mi Huang smiled coldly and turned his eyes to Mo Zhaojing. He said coldly: "The ink master, you and I joined forces and killed Nie Tian, ​​how?" ”

Ink Zhaojing was a glimpse. The next moment, a flash of glare in his eyes flashed, his mouth slanted and he nodded. "You stopped Don Juan, I am going to kill Nie Tian!"

The strength of You Mihuang is above Yu Mi Xuan, and it is also the Shenneng Jiuzhong. Even if it is not far from Tang Yin Mo Zhaojing, he wants to defeat Tang Yu, but he can still do it if he stops the latter.

Tang Yan looked a sinking, stepped forward, blocking in front of Nie Tian, ​​Ling Ran said: "With me, never allow anyone to hurt the teacher!"

"Teacher?" Mo Zhaojing Y smiled coldly and said: "Don Juan, I see you are a ghost, a yellow-haired boy, how could it be your teacher?"

"Don't talk nonsense with them, do it!" The faint screams, the whole body is soaring, and the air is filled with endless black air, suddenly the suffocating spread, the space is filled with **** smell.

"Don't be careful, this is a ghost of ghosts, which can make people feel illusory!" Nie Tian snorted and reminded Tang Yan.

Tang Yan slightly frowned, seeing the air, black gas raging, as if a black snake is dancing, it is chilling.

The ghost of the faint yellow is stronger than the faint sage.

The ghosts of the Nether in the void become more and more rich, and the endless ghosts condense into five sly faces, **** killings, ready to come.

In the air, the sound of thousands of sorrows and sorrows was heard, and Y Sen was harsh, which made people feel uneasy.

Tang Hao’s eyes suddenly shrank, and the sneaky scorpion opened. He glanced at the five faces in the air, and smiled coldly. The mouth whispered three words: “Millions of murders!”

A killing word fell, a **** blade in the void whizzed out, ignoring everything, and smothered it to the murder.

"Hey!" The **** blade flew past and made a **** mantle in the air.

In the air, the endless ghost disappeared instantly, and the faint yellow standing in the same place, the eyes suddenly expanded, and the hands slowly lifted up, and a red line between the neck suddenly exploded, suddenly the blood was like a spring.

Nothing came and there was a little reaction. The sallow yellow body fell down and died on the spot.

One move, just a trick, the sacred virgin of the Shenneng nine-powerful strength directly died, this is the horror of the sinister!

Mo Zhaojing looked at the figure of the sallow yellow and fell down. He stayed in the same place and did not respond for a long time.

Nie Tian’s face was also slightly stiff, and he immediately smiled. He was too small to watch the swindlers. The reminder just was a bit ridiculous.

If Tang Yan did not open the smashing ghosts, Yu Mi may still stop him for a while, but in the face of looming ghosts, the sorrowful yellow can not stand.

Killing the faint yellow, Tang Yan turned to Mo Zhaojing, a pair of ghosts locked the latter, with the killing of Ling Xiao.

"Don brother, you won't kill me?" Mo Zhaojing looked a little sluggish and said abruptly.

At this moment, in the face of Tang Yan’s sinister murder, Mo Zhaojing was afraid. The eyes made him unable to give birth to a little resistance.

Tang Yan’s eyes narrowed and he hesitated.

Nie Tian saw this scene and shook his head slightly. Tang Yan was soft from an early age. He didn't expect to be in his 100s, but he still couldn't get rid of this problem.

Being kind to the enemy is cruel to yourself.

Taking Mo Zhaojing as a person, even if Tang Yan let him go, he will not only be grateful to Tang Yin, but will hate him even more.

For the person like Mo Zhaojing, the best solution is a word, kill!

"Don Juan, kill him!" In this thought, Nie Tian eyes became cold and indifferent.

Tang Yan’s body trembled and suddenly nodded.

"Want to kill me, not so simple!" Turkicly, Mo Zhaojing screamed, completely put away the poor disguise, behind the magic bone white lotus bloom, the whole body force surged out, a magic bone sharp blade stimulated S, horror The momentum suddenly broke out.

"Be careful!" Nie Tian screamed, and Mo Zhaojing was too deceitful. He pretended to be a poor look. When Tang Yan relaxed and guarded, he even made a sudden kill.

"Well?" Tang Yan's eyes were condensed, and there was endless force in the eyes. There were thousands of ghost blades in the air, like the arrows in the sky, and the waves of waves rushed out.

"Boom!" In the void, a loud noise, the magic bone blade was completely overwhelmed by thousands of ghost blades.

Mo Zhaojing felt the chilling scent of the face, and the two sighs could not help but tremble, and there was an unspeakable despair in his eyes.

Tang Yan’s murder is too strong, and he is not resistant at all.

"I······" Mo Zhaojing's mouth is big, and he still wants to say something, but the last sentence only says one word, then there is no chance to say the rest.

"Boom!" Thousands of ghosts like a rushing behemoth, whizzing past, the body of Mo Zhaojing was completely submerged, and the bones were gone.

Ink Zhaojing, the head of the Mo family, one of the peak powers of the three thousand small world, died!

Nie Tian and others looked at it and watched it for a long time.

The eyes of the sneaky are too strong. Tang Yan just opened the sinister scorpion and can directly kill the same level of the strong. If it is opened to the **** moon, the degree of horror is simply unimaginable.