Chronicles of Heaven

‘嚯啦啦’ is ringing.

Underneath a very deep rift, a faint clear light spurts along the crevice.

A piece of stone of different sizes slowly flies up, flies up the sky from the rift, and then turns into a stone powder silently.

The lower part of the body disappeared completely, and the upper part of the body also showed the white bones of the green fox, and the top of the head was not extinguished, and it flew from the rift. His body was so bad that the broken bones of the upper body collided with each other and made a sound of ‘咔咔’.

At the side of Linghu Qingqing, there are seventy-six gods and gods.

Seriously injured, most of them died.

This is the only remaining living person in the Qingqiu Kingdom. There are only seventy-seven people, including Linghu Qingqing.

The ancestors of the gods and gods in the Qing dynasty, the other half-step gods of the war, including the second son of Linghu Qingqing, and the dozens of the best of the ancestors of Qinghu Qingqing, have fallen.

Linghu Qingqing laughed.

Two lines of old tears flowed down the cheeks.

Linghu, together with him, has only nine ancestors who have survived.

The other Qingqiu gates, about 90% of the gates are counted as no hope, the gods and gods in the family are not in this battle.

Recalling that before entering the battlefield of the duel, the Qingqiu Kingdom consists of the gods and gods hidden in each household. There are more than 2,000 gods and ancestors, and there are more than 60,000 family elites in the half-step gods. This is What a glorious weather.

Among those ancestors, there are old friends who have been acquainted with young and old for many years. They have been handed over for many years, and even include the opponents of the rams for three years.

But the first battle, all gone.

Oh, no, the ram is thinking...

Linghu Qingqing looked at the crowd behind him, and the rams were also mixed in the crowd. What made the foxes green was that the rams were only slightly injured by the trivial, but the chest was not known to the Dawu Kingdom. The old ancestors took a note with an axe.

Compared with Linghu Qingqing, there is only a half of the body's tragic injury.

No, it’s not right...

The rams are thinking about their side, and they still stand twelve ancestors of the gods.

The ancestors of the rams who lived in the Ming dynasty, plus the rams and three consider themselves, there are still 13 people.

And Linghu, only survived nine people.

In addition, there are a total of fifty-five gods and ancestors who have survived.

Linghu Qingqing stared straight at the ram.

The ram is staring at the fox.

In vain, the eight acquaintances of the foxes, who were behind the foxes, screamed in unison, and they also had a congenital spiritual treasure of the state of the country. Although in the big bang just now, eight pieces of Lingbao were strongly shaken, and the power was reduced by more than half.

But at this moment, everyone is seriously injured, the mana is almost exhausted, and a few pieces of spiritual treasures of the town's artifact level do have the qualification to dominate everything.

The look of the ram's three thoughts suddenly changed. He said: "Your Majesty, the loyalty to the lord..."

Taking a deep breath, the Rams paid a visit to Linghu Qingqing. "At this moment, if you still have doubts about the loyalty of the lord, this is what the vassal is..."

‘嚯啦啦’ sounded, dozens of miles away, the sound of a rocky beach, resolved the embarrassment between Linghu Qingqing and Gongyang. A strip of arrogant figures stood up from the rock, one, two, three... ten, eleven, twelve...

A total of twenty-seven martial arts ancestors of the Great Wushen Kingdom struggled from the rock.

They are the main force of the decisive battle with Wu Ba. They are closest to the tyrants, so the tyrants blew themselves up. The most important loss was the ancestors of the Dawu Kingdom.

The ancestors of the four thousand martial arts gods, the tens of thousands of sacred elites, only twenty-seven seriously wounded people survived.

Twenty-seven people just stood up, and then ‘wow’, 12 of them vomited blood at the same time, and the body swayed and fell to the ground. Only 15 people could stand upright by their own strength.

On the side of Linghu Qingqing, there are seventy-seven ancestors of the gods who have survived.

On the other side of the Dawu Kingdom, a large number of martial arts, including the tyrants, died in old warfare. Only a dozen martial arts parents survived, along with a dozen ancestors who were regarded as slaves by the Wu family on weekdays.

Seventy-seven people, twenty-seven.

But these gods and gods of the Great Armed Forces, they can continue to pray for the power of the Ten Commandments.

They did not have much strength left in the Qinghu, and the ancestors of the Dawu Kingdom had the blessings of the Ten Fangs, and the fighting power of the two sides was bound to be reversed. The probability of the ancestors of the Dawu Kingdom was great.

"It's damn..." A weak voice came from a deep pit farther away.

The silky ink was ejected from the deep pit, and the ink gas was outlined in the air, suddenly turning into a splash of landscape painting. Vaguely seeing the mountains and hills, the clouds in the sky, there is a strip of people flashing.

In the next moment, the picture collapsed and nearly a thousand figures fell out of the picture.

The ancestors of the Great Wei gods survived 239 people, and the elites of the various ethnic groups in the half-steps of the Ming Dynasty survived 1,479.

Dawei has no doubt that the comprehensive strength in cultivation is far superior to Dawu and Qingqiu.

In the moment when the tyrants blew themselves up, the ancestors of these great Weis joined hands to protect themselves. The formations, the shackles, the bans, the singularities, and the singularities of the scholastics were all in the same way. With Ma’s paintings as the core, they opened up temporarily. A small world in a picture.

More than a thousand people are all hidden in this small world.

The blast of Wu Ba almost shattered this small world, but it eventually survived.

The countless treasures that make up this small world are burned in an instant of self-destruction, but this small world has sheltered these great Wei strongmen from living, and not only that, but they have retained considerable strength.

Two hundred and thirty-nine big Wei ancestors, they have a lot of injuries, but most of them are minor injuries, and there are even a small number of people, and the body does not hurt one.

It is really... just fighting with Wu Ba, the main force is those physical exercises.

The far-reaching ancestors of Dawei, how far they ran far, were far from the battlefield, and the probability of their injuries naturally became smaller.

The Three Kingdoms are once again standing.

In terms of combat power, Dawu Shenguo occupies a faint advantage.

In terms of numbers, the Great Wei Kingdom has an absolute advantage.

And the foxes are green, they can't see any advantage except for a few artifacts.

"Green, we are afraid, we are going to die here." The ram gave a heavy sigh of relief: "The old man has lost countless eyes in his life, but now it seems that this world is useless, fists Big is the king."

Linghu Qingqing annoyed the rampant: "Less nonsense... Hurry up and think, the **** of the gods is doing a good job, don't want to die here."

The fox is out of anger.

The ram sighed and coughed, and he said leisurely: "There is a saying that the old man still wants to talk to you... After all, we have been together for a lifetime, and Gongyang and Linghu are also entangled in grievances. I don’t know how many years... I’m watching everyone may die here. If you don’t say this, the old man’s heart is not clear.”

All three of the ancestors were busy taking medication, and no one spoke at the time.

Linghu Qingqing looked impatiently at the ram's three thoughts: "There is something to say... there is a fart to let go!"

The ram took a deep breath and said quickly: "Silver fish is one of the old ladies..."