Stealing The Heavens

Six hundred and thirty-nine chapters of the flames of the sky (first)

Wan Xianxing.

The once powerful Vientiane is almost empty! In addition to the deep mountains and valleys of the deep forests, in addition to the sealess bottomless trenches, in addition to these dangerous places, there are some hidden ghosts and ghosts hiding, the other creatures have all turned into skeletons.

Once the Great Yandu City was trapped in a hundred miles from the air, and the square was filled into a deep pit. On the edge of the huge deep pit, there were countless corpses, and a large amount of plasma flowed out of the mountain of corpses, filling such a large pit. The dense bones of the corpse are spread out, and the area of ​​hundreds of thousands of miles is full of sacred mountains and seas. Even one inch of land can't be seen.

These bodies are not only human bones, but also the bones of many beasts, sea fish and sea beasts, even those one-inch long shrimp, three-point long dragonfly, half-length long green snake, finger-sized caterpillar Numerous creatures have piled up here, some have become white bones, some are already semi-rotted, and some are just killed, and various blood is constantly seeping from them into the huge deep pit.

In the sky, the black cloud is forced to go down, only a hundred feet high from the ground, black lacquered dark clouds are hundreds of miles thick, hundreds of thousands of miles, just like the sky is only a little distance from the ground, this side of the world gives The human feeling is suppressed to the extreme. From time to time, there are blood in the dark clouds, the magic flame flashes past, the red blood light, the green magic flame with the whistling wind whistling quickly, bringing a pungent **** smell.

On this piece of hell-like land, there are no flies, no vultures, no wild dogs, no locusts, and no living creatures who like to move on corpses. Because all creatures, including flies, vultures, wild dogs, and locusts, have been killed and become part of this **** sea.

"God! You open your eyes! Don't you really want me to be a seed?"

With a screaming whistling sound, a flying sword with no brilliance in the whole body was vacated, and the head of a Longbo, who was tall and tall, was squatted. The thick blood column spouted dozens of feet away, and the blood was poured into the huge blood pool. The thick **** blisters in the thick blood pool, I am very happy to receive this new blood.

It’s an old-fashioned scream that is so old and screaming. It’s so old that the skin is like a pine bark, and it’s only a sigh of death. The old man was ten feet tall, holding a wooden pole in his hand, and his hands were yelling at the sky. His eyes cracked and some faint blood slid down his eyes, no tears, and no blood drops from it. The old man is too old, his body function has dried up, and even the blood is not much left.

In front of the old man, a team of dragons and Bo Chinese people were being slaughtered by the flying sword flying in the air. Around the old man, there are probably five or sixty thousand Longbo people who are lined up in a neat team, stepping on the body of a mountain of people, step by step to the huge blood pool. As long as they are close to the blood pool, the flying sword will hover down and smash their heads.

The old man screamed and screamed, but the sky was speechless, and no one responded to his roar. The Longbo people who lined up were clear-eyed, and their faces were angry and fearful. They knew exactly what was happening around them, but they could not control their bodies. An evil force controlled them and forced them to walk slowly to the blood pool.

These Longbo people are the last remaining group on the planet. The powerful Longbo people, in the sudden attack, they awakened several old people who were sleeping in the family. Those old people who have been cultivated by the gods have repeatedly defeated the enemies who peeked at the Longbo nationality. .

But the battles of each time exhausted the power of these elders, exhausted their blood, and the enemies that came were becoming stronger and stronger. When the last old man was killed by an enemy with a high-grade sword, the Longbo people came to this nightmare like the other ethnic groups of Wanxianxing, and went to death step by step.

The old man who screamed in the sky was the last priest of the Longbo people on the Wanxianxing. Seeing that his own people were killed one by one, the souls of all the tribes did not ascend to heaven, but they were injected into the blood pool together with the blood. The old priest understood the enemy. What do you want to do, and know that your tribe has reached a point of life and death. The old priest burned his soul and broke away from the evil force that imprisoned his body. He shouted in the sky and wanted to seek help from the gods and gods in the heavens and the earth to help his own people!

The sky is speechless, the ghosts and gods are lost, and in the dark clouds of the dark clouds, there is no ghost or **** to respond to the call of the old priest.

The tens of thousands of Longbo people who have survived are crying at the same time, tears are raining, and tears contain blood. They burst into tears, wept for the death of their own people, wept for their own destiny, and we were saddened by the fact that this dragon-boss would be completely destroyed.

Among the various human races, the Longbo people are perhaps the most united, most traditional, most conservative, and most stubborn human race. Among the human population, only the Longbo people never attack their own people. All Longbo people have the same feelings, although there are tribal points, but all the Longbo people are in the same body. When they saw that their own people were brutally killed, all the still-lived Longbo people were broken.

The blood and tears rolled down, and the huge crying screams even smashed the clouds of the sky a few feet high.

'桀桀' strange laughter came from a distance, the flying sword that was swiftly swept in the void suddenly stopped moving, a cloud of blood descended from the clouds, wearing a black robe, embroidered a white enamel Yuanhua on the chest The old ancestors held a sword with a high-temperature flame, and laughed and drove the blood cloud to fly to these dragons.

“What are you crying? What are you crying?” Yuanhua’s ancestors shook their heads and smiled: “All the creatures on this planet will die and you will be able to accompany all the creatures on this planet to death. What are you upset? After you die, you can turn into the ancestors of Xianli, and you can help your ancestors to hit the realm of Jinxian. What are you unhappy about?"

The **** pool of the proud one, Yuanhua ancestors laughed and said: "With the help of this blood pool, the ancestors of the blood sea Xuan Gong have a breakthrough in the hope of the realm of Jinxian! 嘿嘿..."

After a few laughs, Yuanhua’s ancestors’ blood flashed, and he frowned. “Strange, why do I have **** Xuan Gong? Why do I know how to build a blood pool? Hey, who am I? I am Yuanhua. Old ancestors? No, I am the blood sea lord king? Wrong, I am the ancient demon **** blood? No, no, who am I?"

With a slap in the head for a while, Yuanhua’s ancestors suddenly slammed his head. He sneered and laughed: “What do you do with the tube? When the ancestors I made the Jinxian Avenue, the predecessors promised that there would be messengers. Welcome the ancestors to enter the path of the predecessors! Hey, when the years ago, the people have a lot of money, so hard for so many years, the ancestors finally have the opportunity to enter the predecessors!"

Desperately looking at the many Longbo people who were crying and crying in front of him, Yuanhua's ancestors swayed their heads proudly and suddenly burst into laughter three times. After three laughs, Yuanhua’s ancestors suddenly stunned God. He turned a few laps in the same place and suddenly rushed to the top of the cloud.

A blood cloud spurted out of the dark clouds, and the blood cloud of the square acre was entwined by green ghosts. The blood cloud was lined up with dozens of stone piles. Each stone pile was engraved with countless evil spirits. The old ancestors and the two wives of Qingxia and Baiwu, as well as the three old roads of Qingxin, Qingyi and Qingshen, a group of core gatemen with Baiyunxianmen and clean and dilapidated doors were tied to the stone piles. The wildfire spewed out in the skull of the evil spirit on the stone pile, and it was impossible to move and could not speak.

Yuanhua's ancestors flew to the front of Jiang Yun's ancestors and smiled and said to Jiang Yun's ancestors: "Jiang Yun, you are the ancestor's doorman! You have been from the ancestors, and you will be the ones left by yourself." The Longbo people are all slaughtered, and the ancestors have become Jinxian Avenue. You can also have a benefit!"

When the hand waved the fire on the head of Jiang Yun's ancestors, Yuanhua's ancestors smiled and asked: "Would you like to go from the ancestors?"

The two sacred gods scattered, the spirit of the dying Jiang Yun ancestors stayed in the Yuanhua ancestors for a long time, he suddenly screamed and shouted: "No, no, no, even if the poor road is scattered, it will never From your devil! You are not Yuanhua ancestor, you are the outer domain devil, you are... blood sea old demon! You are a beast, you kill all the people on the planet!"

Yuanhua’s ancestor frowned. He smacked his face on the face of Jiang Yun’s ancestors and whispered: “I don’t know what to do, isn’t it killing a few people? I am of course Yuanhua’s ancestors. Otherwise, who can I be? Blood sea old demon? Hey, this name is really familiar? Is it me? Is it not me? Who is the ancient demon god? Who is the teacher? I am a disciple of the **** son? ”

After a while, Yuan Hua’s ancestors shook his head and sighed: “Do you have so much? I am me? I am of course me!”

With a cold cry, Yuanhua’s ancestors looked at the three old ways of Qingxin, Qingyi and Qingshen. He smiled and said: “Jiang Yun is not from you, you are also not!”

The three old ways of Qingxin, Qingshen and Qingyi can't move, and they can't talk, but they look radiant in their eyes, revealing a firm and unyielding steadfastness. Yuanhua’s ancestors shook his head, and he was too lazy to waste his efforts to unravel the prohibition on the door of the three old roads. He just sighed deeply: “If you don’t walk, you have to go dead! The so-called morality, the so-called Tianli, is it so heavy?"

As he spoke, Yuanhua’s ancestors suddenly laughed. He tore open the corsets of the two female singers of white fog and Qingxia. He laughed and said: “Miao 哉, so much? I am going to be Jin Xian. Now, I am going to achieve the golden fairy fruit! Hey, Jiang Yun, Jiang Yun, your two Taoists, let me have a good life! Anyway, you are all eager to die, let me enjoy before you die. Some time, I also saved two beautiful people!"

The two female fairy faces of Baiwu and Qingxia changed dramatically. Jiang Yun’s ancestors were madly twisted and struggled. He screamed: “Yuanhua’s ancestors, you are not like a pig, you are not a human! ”

The snoring was too loud, and Jiang Yun’s ancestral voice was torn, and blood was sprayed from his mouth.

Yuanhua's ancestors just smiled and smiled. When they grabbed the white mist fairy, they would have to press her on the blood cloud. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to *** (***.***) to vote for the recommended ticket, ***, your support is my biggest motivation.)