Supreme Martial Spirit

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The battle flag is terrifying.

Some of them are dilapidated, with traces of time and dust accumulated in time and space.

They were thrown out by their master from the space-time channel, inserted somewhere in the Three Thousand World of Chaos, and transmitted the divine might of their people to the outside, telling which immortal record of prehistoric achievements.

This is too scary, everything is so terrifying!

It’s just a battle flag, but so what?

It is as if the real starry master descended here, divine might be unpredictable, Heavenly Might terrifying, sweeping through tens of billions of starry sky, just like the tiger king in the most primordial jungle enclosing the territory, proclaiming sovereignty, nothing Who dares to offend.

In Divine Court.

Wou Ji is full of decay, not because his life essence is approaching, not because his fate is about to end, but because he has been severely injured.

That is a starry sky master named Yellow Springs, made Wu Ji almost die; if it hadn’t been for Qi Meng to give up his life, he would definitely be dead and impossible to live to now.

At this time, a sinister, vicious, and strange aura, has been harassing and entangled in his bone marrow, walking in his path.

“Cough…”

Wuji gave a light cough, and black blood ran down the corners of his mouth.

He got up lonely and staggered for a few steps. When he walked out of the cabin, his figure was as tall as a mountain again, walking calmly and dragon walk tiger steps.

Wuji walked to the highest floating island.

This belongs to Lin Fan.

It’s just that people are going to empty buildings now.

This is a forbidden area, so far only he can enter.

“Brother Lin, I seem to have experienced your 0.1% hardship.”

Wuji coughed one after another. When he got here, he was no longer in disguise, all of them were removed, and he leaned back under a flower tree, with black and stinking pus and blood flowing continuously from the corner of his mouth.

“You have supported Divine Court for thousands of years without falling, but how long did I support it? But I really can’t hold it anymore.”

Wuji was whispering. He looked at the statue erected by the people in Divine Court. It was lifelike, too vivid and vivid, as if Lin Fan had really come here, with a heavy halberd in his hand pointing diagonally forward, as if he would immediately nail it out. The halberd swept the enemy in this world.

In fact, if someone who is proficient in strength of Faith here, they will find that this statue is very different. There are wisps of white mist running through it, which makes this statue out of the ordinary and extraordinary.

Every moment, every minute, there are countless bright white strength of Faith coming from all over the starry sky, wrapping around the statue, as if to bring this golden statue to life.

“Brother Lin, I know you are still alive, maybe wandering beyond the era, can you hear the call of your hundreds of millions of people and believers? They let you return… let you shelter Divine Court Yongchang.”

Wuji whispered, his expression was very tired, his face turned sallow.

“Husband, if you can’t hold it, let’s go and fight to death together.”

This is Hua Mengxue, with the brightest smile, talking about the most sad words.

Wuji looked at Hua Mengxue and swept the side ground with his sleeve robe: “Come and sit.”

Hua Mengxue comes from this model, sitting in the green grass and then gently leaning on Promise’s shoulder, muttered: “My Husband, that is a great hero who can support both heaven and earth, isn’t it? It’s time to die lonely. When it’s vigorous, it will shock the starry sky before you die, even after you die, you must dominate the underworld.”

Wou-ki hehe smiled: “What are you talking about to intimidate the stars? The strength is still too weak; if Brother Lin can’t do any step, he can’t fight against the enemies in all directions by himself.”

Hua Mengxue was slightly silent, and said: “Brother Lin kind of character may be born in eternal life, but at least in my heart, my Husband is better than him.”

Wou Ji laughed at himself.

“Let’s go, the Lord of the Starry Sky is gradually returning. It’s not good for you to be away from the battlefield for a long time.” Hua Mengxue gently wiped away the blood on the corners of Wuji’s mouth.

Wuji nodded, then looked towards the statue of Lin Fan, sighed: “I know you are not dead, but where are you, can I see your Divine Court, is your brother suffering? I can hear many of your subordinates Weeping with the believers, can you see that everyone you cherish is keeping blood and tears? Why are you still not returning?”

The statue flashed slightly, maybe it was just the strength of Faith, no one cared.

Of course, it is also impossible. Some people have discovered that there is a torrent of strength of Faith, poured down from nine days away. No one found that this strength of Faith deceived the world, fooled all beings, and rushed into this statue.

“My body injury…maybe it will accompany me to the end of my life.”

Wuji smiled: “I have nothing to ask for. First, I pray for death on the battlefield, and second, I pray that your mother and son will be safe and prosperous and happy forever.”

“Everything is hopeful.”

Hua Mengxue’s heart suddenly tightened, and said: “If Xiaoxi or Lin Fan comes back, your injury is nothing.”

“Yes, any one of his father and daughter is here, I’m all minor injuries, but… where are they?” Wuji is very open-minded.

He didn’t pin his hopes on anyone, and saw through life and death.

Hua Mengxue is also silent.

If the father and daughter were there, how could there be so many casualties in Divine Court?

“hong long!”

Suddenly, right east of the Divine Court galaxy, a mushroom cloud larger than the starry sky rose into the sky.

At the top of the mushroom cloud, two silhouettes are faintly visible——

A peerless face, but at this time, his face is full of murderous intention, the snow-white dress is flying, and the sky is cut apart, and he is pressing his fist to suppress and kill forward.

The hands are white and delicate, just like the most remarkable master’s masterpiece that has been carefully carved for countless years, so beautiful and beautiful.

This is a beautiful dream.

The other person, the first born with magic horns.

It’s very ugly, the magic horns are like two big bull horns stuck in his head.

But too terrifying, a long whistle, unexpectedly roared down endless stars, and then tens of thousands of Dao me, attack Xiang Qimeng.

“This is…Little Demon Lord?”

Promise’s pupils shrink sharply.

I knew there was a major event!

This and Qi Meng are fighting and fighting, but is a famous star master.

This man is known for being bloodthirsty and cruel.

Even if the rest of the starry sky masters dominate a generation, the same generation can still live, but they can bloom with different styles.

But this person is different. He killed all the outstanding people of his era and directly caused the dazzling era he was in to wither.

“Not good!”

Hua Mengxue also exclaimed: “Qimeng is invincible! But where about the Kunpeng Star Master?”

“Where is the rat!”

At this moment, the star Lord Kunpeng roared, his silhouette obscured the sky and the sun, and when his wings were unfolded, he was million li, and countless big stars could only spin under his wings.

With a bang, his wings instigated, and countless big stars, such as Niwan, were all rolled up; they turned into a torrent of stars and slew towards the front.

But this kind of terrifying offensive was swallowed by a big mouth that suddenly appeared.

“Kunpeng, didn’t expect me to die, am I?”

There was a cold voice.

“It’s you! It turned out to be you! You really are not dead! You really are not dead!”

The star master Kunpeng roared, behaving very angry and aggressively, the real Kunpeng body that was full of the sky was shaking.