Martial God

The sky in the hall has already been different from the original.

The glory of the water is gone.

At this point, the faint can see the entire singular sky above the flashing wind and lightning.

The electric flashes, the thunder strikes, the wind winds up the clouds, the rain rides the wind, and it is empty today, just like a big stage of performance, which brings a huge sense of oppression.

He Yiming looked down at the coagulation person who had not yet fully formed under his eyes, and his heart flashed a hint of enlightenment. This strange change may be caused by this blood coagulation.

His heart beats violently, and since it can cause such a huge reaction to the power of the source, then this coagulation person is not ordinary. If you can really refine your success, although you can't say that you can compare it with the real Shinto, the power it has is certainly incredible.

Countless clouds slammed into the sky above He Yiming, and his face gradually became ugly.

He has been able to sense the power of this cloud, and he also faintly knows that this force is coming from the unformed coagulation on the ground.

If this force is smashed down, I am afraid that this coagulation person has not succeeded in cohesion, it will be torn apart, and it will no longer be a human figure. And the Shinto relic and the Sayādaw relic will also be turned into nothing, and the desire to leave will eventually fall through.

A long sigh, even if it is a heart - there are thousands of unwillingness, helpless, but at this moment, he made his choice in an instant. And the Tao is one of the most bitter choices. Gently waving between the wrists, the five-row ring has magically appeared on his hand.

The multicolored light shimmered, as if to cover all this red area. For this coagulation person, he will choose to play against this magical sky.

However, when he wants to truly spread the colorful light and protect himself and coagulate people, the strange things are born again.

The light of the coagulation eyebrows suddenly rose up, and at that moment, it had already penetrated the eyebrows and shot straight toward the sky.

At that time, the whole day was tumbling, and the enormous power was inexhaustible, but it was faintly echoed with the blood coagulation.

He Yiming’s action suddenly became a stalemate, and his heart suddenly flashed a rather ridiculous thought.

Could it be that the change of this magical sky is not to destroy the blood coagulation, but to be attracted by the Shinto relic? The thought just flashed in his mind and he sensed it.

The power condensed in the sky, through the light that is connected with the relic of the Shinto, is directly conveyed to the blood coagulation person with unimaginable height.

He Yiming inexplicably sensed all of this. At this moment, his biggest adjournment is that the change of Shinto is really unbelievable. His little sage, he does not understand why he would have such a thing. However, there is another point that puzzles him.

This Shinto man has been dead for thousands of years, but his Shinto relic seems to have the same magical effect, and even the power of the source can be attracted to it and used by it. Is this a blessing or a curse?

The incomparable power of the rushing down, the endless stream of influx into the eyebrows of the blood coagulation, and passed through the endless, like the red lines of human blood vessels and conveyed to each of the saints. Slowly, the red mist is more and more intense. The color of He Yiming's ship is also changing with the continuous enhancement of power.

His body has the power of the source, so it can be clearly sensed that this power from the sky is actually one of the power of the source.

Although he does not know how to describe this force, but since it can be absorbed by blood coagulation, then it should be no mistake. However, the origin of this power is so powerful and full of blood.

Although his cultivation at this moment is quite remarkable, it is still shocked by the fierce and violent atmosphere of the goose bumps.

If the idea that was not in his mind told him that he could control this dangerous big guy, He Yiming really had an idea that he wanted to give up. But now, he just looked at the front silently.

I don't know the number and the long time. A loud sound suddenly blew up. He Yiming’s face changed suddenly. His feet were slightly weak, and suddenly he flew away from the red area.

At this time, the idea in his mind violently beat, and then slowly subsided.

The light that connected the sky disappeared instantly, and the whole sky was restored to calmness with a very fast degree. No more waves were seen, and it seemed to be the kind of wind and light that used to be. Intoxicated.

On the ground, the red area violently tumbling, as if some people were stirring a lot of big fans, and the pieces became filled. However, just after a moment, all the reds gathered toward the center. This process is not very fast, it seems that there is a kind of absorption specifically for these red mists in the center, which absorbs all the drops of these things. Subsequently, a red fog man up to two meters appeared in front of He Yiming. The eyes light up slightly, and He Yiming was surprised by this change.

I thought that I would insist on staying in this lonely place for two or three years, but now I have to calculate it, I am afraid that it has not been reached for two months.

He Yiming took a long sigh of relief and looked at the red foggy man who was completely formed. His heart was quite embarrassing. His eyes swept over the ground and he couldn't help but squint.

At the foot of the blood coagulation, all the heavens and the earth disappeared, and even the black dumplings and the dragon snake's horn disappeared.

He Yiming 膛 8 tongue and tongue, and looked at the blood coagulation, the only explanation is that this guy swallowed everything.

I don't know if it is because of the relationship between Shinto and the messy world. The coagulation person's face has clear facial features. And the fog on his body is dignified and thick, giving people a feeling that it is not like fog, but like a strange red skin. Hesitated for a moment, He Yiming’s mind issued a three-step command.

The coagulation person really went three steps forward, not much more, and stopped at the place where He Yiming wanted him to stop.

The eyes are slightly bright, although He Yiming has a premonition, this coagulation person with his own blood can feel the martial arts, the sacred king, the sacred king, the night sacred god, the throne, the sacred king, the sacred world, the most powerful, the abandonment of the week. The royal family will kill the gods and the gods of the throne, seek the devil, the world, the nine heavens, the strongest abandonment, the big Zhou, the royal family, the martial arts, the martial arts, the night, the gods, the gods, the throne, the magic, the world, the nine heavens, the strongest abandonment, the big Zhou, the royal family, the gods, the night gods The throne seeks the devil to be proud of the world's most powerful abandonment of the big Zhou Dynasty to his own orders and obedience, but to be able to be precise to this point, he also never thought of.

Came to him and looked at him with his eyes. In the eyes with no white eyes and blood red eyes, He Yiming saw his figure, but the figure was covered with red. Blood, the same red.

He Yiming has a deep chill, and he has great curiosity about this coagulation person, but in this curiosity, he can't avoid it with great taboo. Especially the Shinto relic in the heart of the blood coagulation.

This is the most crucial thing. Without it, He Yiming can be sure that this coagulation person will not have any help for his current self. However, just because of this Shinto relic, there is a sacred Shinto in his heart, but this is far from the limit of humanity.

It is like the sudden emergence of the magical sky, and the enormous power infused into the blood coagulation body is also inseparable from this Shinto relic.

Now, he still can't figure out what it is all about.

Therefore, to say that he does not worry, it is simply a lie.

Considering a half-tone, He Yiming issued several orders again.

These orders have been executed almost perfectly, and even a little discount has not been played. It can be said that it means where to play, whatever you want.

At this point, although there is still a little hesitation and worry in the depths of his heart, I am afraid that this coagulation person will one day be out of control. but……

With a bitter smile, it has reached this point. Is there any other choice for him? Looking up at the sky, a bite, the frame - Yi Ming finally issued the order to "take me to fly up." The coagulation person extended his hands and gently put it under his armpit.

He Yiming’s heart is quite worried, because according to his estimation, this should be a closed magical world. In this world, in addition to the Wutong Shinto, the strong people who jumped out of humanity, the rest of the people, even the great sages of the five dynasties and the holy beasts with wings, could not leave.

Therefore, whether the coagulation person can have the powerful magical power of the Shinto people and take him away, even he does not have a little grasp. However, in 7-one bud, 1, He Yiming's body is already off the ground. The coagulation person held him like this and slowly flew toward the sky. He Yiming’s eyes showed a mixture of surprises, and he really succeeded. This coagulation person has the most typical ability of the Shinto man~www.wuxiaspot.com~ that is the flesh flight.

Perhaps, for the great sages of the Five-Yuan Chaoyuan, flying in the sky is nothing. However, for He Yiming, he has such an experience for the first time. He feels that the martial arts, the sacred king, the sacred king, the night sacred god, the god, the throne, the sorcerer, the sacred world, the strongest abandonment, the big Zhou, the royal family, the night killing god. The gods of the throne seeks the devil, the world, the nine heavens, the strongest abandonment, the big Zhou, the royal family, the martial arts, the martial arts, the night, the gods, the gods, the throne, the enchanting, the world, the nine heavens, the strongest, the abundance, the empire, the gods, the night, the gods, the gods, the throne, the sacred The most powerful day of the abandonment of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the wind was slowly scraped from the side, and the flow of air was very different from the past.

Even if his martial arts are higher and the height of the jump is higher, he can't always get away from the ground with his feet, and the feeling of flying like a bird in the sky is comparable.

Slowly closed for two days, He Yiming took a deep breath, letting this awake air make a turn in the chest, and then spit it out. Above the head, it seems to have a strong power. He Yiming simply didn't need to open his eyes to know that they had come to this magical closed eyes and finally opened them. The one that introduced the eyes was a light.

Subsequently, the coagulation person took He Yiming and flew into the light curtain, leaving only a huge and empty hall...