I Have The Hand Of God, Start Stealing The Complete Nine Tails

As soon as these words came out, everyone frowned.

Everyone knows how dangerous the little hell is.

Whoever was named Wang Qiang was not someone who climbed up with blood and bones.

Go down, can you still live?

"Speak with some brains, go down as a king? Are you courting death?"

"Every king is very precious. Are you responsible for the accident?"

"Staying aside, everyone is annoying!"

After a while, the others laughed loudly.

The roaring strong man of all races, his face was ashen.

He is from the Black Ant clan, and there are only 5 false kings in the clan.

This time I wanted to seize the opportunity to go down to find an opportunity.

As a result, the genius in the clan died, and the two pseudo-kings were gone!

Can this be in a hurry?

God King Gu said calmly: "The envoy of light is still there, and he and Shengen have joined forces, so it shouldn't be a big problem."

He was a little gloomy.

After so long, the king who died in the Protoss didn't know if he was still in the little hell!

"If something really happens, let the patriarch talk to Little Hell." The Triple Crown King narrowed his eyes, also a little nervous.

Although the kings were anxious, they held back.

It's not even the last minute.

They must endure!

Look at the human race.

Killing the Dragon King stared at the dark abyss, and then looked at the Yama Hall.

Finally, look at the location of the human environment channel from afar.

"Can he save Su Yun?"

Killing the Dragon King muttered to himself.

...

The ninth floor, the small hell of iron armor.

This is a gray world.

Vaguely, you can still see the geniuses of the ten thousand races are training.

At this time, a figure passed by.

The person who came to stand in the air was a man named Wang Qiang!

He was not wearing a ghost pawn costume, with two black tentacles on the top of his head, a sturdy body, and a slightly confused expression.

The empty eyes gradually became clear.

"I... am I not dead?" the man murmured.

Immediately afterwards, he looked ecstatic and roared, "I am the King of Giant Power!"

The roar was terrifying, and the entire void was shaking violently.

But in the next second, the space freezes.

The gray energy forms a heavy armor, covering the giant power king.

His face changed in shock, and he immediately fell to the ground.

The armor is too heavy!

"King Juli? Never heard of it!"

The little ghost king led the ghost pawns to appear and attacked and killed directly.

boom!

The fighting began, and the war broke out.

Things like this are happening at other layers as well.

Somewhere in Iron Armor's Little Hell.

There is a huge palace here.

rumbling...

The door of the temple is open, heavy and ancient.

A young figure walked out, and it seemed to be holding a... stinky dragon leg? !

"Damn it, it's really unpalatable. The meat of a dead dragon has no nutrition." The child was full of disgust.

He looks very delicate, wearing a black and red robe, showing a noble atmosphere.

However, old-fashioned words came out of the child's mouth.

Great contrast!

"King Anazha."

In the distance, ghost energy vibrates.

More than a dozen figures knelt in front of the child with respectful gestures.

Some of them had the head of a bull, the head of a snake, and the head of a dragon, all of them were little ghost kings.

King Anazha spat out the black dragon meat and asked, "How about the various layers?"

"The small hell has been damaged for too long, and the repressive force has become weaker and weaker, and the deceased of all races who were originally suppressed gradually appeared."

"The Grey River Little Hell is more serious, but the Negative Stone Ghost King can hold it back."

"I'm afraid that if this continues, the little hell will be out of control!"

The Tauren's tone was very heavy.

King Anazha cursed: "It was the dead monkey who came here, but now he's gone, let us clean up the mess!"

"Call all the ghost kings over to discuss, speed up!"

His immature face became serious, and his voice fell.

The little ghost kings left one after another and informed the guardians of all levels of the news.

boom!

Without warning, a kilometer giant appeared in the distance.

Volcanoes erupt and everything is destroyed.

The scene is terrifying!

The giant is wrapped in a strong ghost, and it is not magma, but black fire!

Impressively, he is also a king!

Upon seeing this, King Anazha cursed: "What are you pretending to be, do you really think I'm dead? Oh, I seem to be really dead."

After he finished speaking, he held his cute little fist and smashed it towards the giant.

With a bang, the space distorted.

A straight giant sword flashed out.

puff...

The giant sword pierced through the giant's chest, and large tracts of blood splattered down.

One hit kill!

As if in front of King Anazha, King Feng was like a thin piece of paper that could be shredded at will.

He tossed his robe and strode into the palace.

Inside the palace, it was cold and lonely.

Only the sound of crisp footsteps sounded, it seemed very empty.

King Anazha stared blankly at the ceiling with a hint of grief and helplessness in his eyes.

The former underworld, how prosperous and powerful, when was it bullied by all the tribes like this!

"It's been a long time, nothing has changed."

Suddenly, a laughter came.

King Anazha turned around and saw that it was the Thousand-Eyed Ghost King, his eyes subsided with grief.

He sneered: "You guard the first floor, it's normal to not come often."

"You can directly say that I am the weakest, don't beat around the bush." ​​The Thousand-Eyed Ghost King rolled his eyes.

Then, he sat down carelessly.

King Anazha sat on the throne and sneered, "You are so angry, you got caught stealing other people's pants?"

"Bullshit, that was given by someone else!" The Thousand-Eyed Ghost King became anxious.

"I heard that a very murderous human race." A laughter came from outside the hall.

The palace reproduces one person.

The white robe is elegant, holding a book, and his tone is slow.

He's the king of the devil.

Responsible for guarding the hungry little hell on the fourth floor!

The Thousand-Eyed Ghost King scolded: "Your uncle's, and there are ghost pawns next to me, can you change your voyeurism!"

King Anazha ignored the Thousand-Eyed Ghost King, and said with great interest, "I just said that there is strong murder from time to time, so hurry up and talk about it."

The Great Ghost King smiled lightly: "A very interesting little guy, killed from the first floor."

"Doesn't that mean that we have a new ghost king?" King Anazha was very happy.

Now the underworld lacks manpower, especially the ghost king level.

If this murderous human race can successfully accept it, it will undoubtedly increase its combat power.

"Disaster!"

At this time, the vicious ghost king came.

He looked at King Anazha and said seriously: "The killing is too heavy, you may not be able to accept success!"

King Anazha raised Erlang's legs, frowned his two small eyebrows, and had an expression of disbelief.

Is it really so evil?

Immediately afterwards, other ghost kings came one after another.

The Ghost King of Beasts—the sixth floor, the Ghost King of the Pussy and Blood Little Hell!

Negative Stone Ghost King - the twelfth floor, the ghost king of the Grey River Little Hell!

...

The ghost kings are seated.

King Anazha said directly: "Can you still suppress it?"

"Some of the hell layers are damaged, and the repressive force is weakening day by day."

"The point is, the natal weapon is damaged."

"If it can be repaired, it can last a while!"

Everyone looked at the Negative Stone Ghost King.

Hint: Are you fiddling?

The Negative Stone Ghost King spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me, I'm busy building the Grey River, and I don't have time to help you repair your weapons."

"I remember there are a few ghost kings who are the top blacksmiths of the profound rank?" asked the vicious ghost king.

King Anazha said angrily, "Give them earth-level weapons? I'm afraid the more they repair, the worse they will become!"

At this time, the Thousand-Eyed Ghost King thought of something.

Negative rock ghost Wang Fuzhi's heart seems to be.

"That Su Yun is a ground-level blacksmith!" The Thousand-Eyed Ghost King laughed.

The scene was quiet at first.

Immediately, the ghost kings roared, "Quickly pull him into the underworld system!"

Not to mention the little hell, even the battlefield of ten thousand races and the casters of the ground are rare animals!

Now that they finally came across one, how could they miss it!

"Hurry up and accept it, if you don't have enough, call me to go!"

"Get him, you must get it!"

King Anazha cried out on the spot.

Aqiu~

A certain pretty boy from the Five Forks Little Hell suddenly sneezed.

He looked at the surrounding lava and flames, and felt the high temperature in the air again.

Great, not a cold.

Someone must be talking about how to kill me!