The pupil of Zhenjun in Bawang Temple contracted violently. Just when he raised his pike’s lips and said three words, it came to an abrupt end!
When it seems to freeze.
In the sight of many monks, when the black-robed man disappeared and reappeared, his wings were slowly put away behind the true gentleman of Bawang Temple!
The black man holds two curved knives with huge radians in each hand, depicting complex ancient patterns.
Tick tock! Tick tock!
Sharp blade slowly falling scarlet blood drops.
Gu gu zi ng!
The head of Zhenjun in Bawangdian slipped directly from his neck and rolled several times on the ground.
Bloody skull, a pair of eyes staring at each other, as if they had been greatly frightened before their death!
The hall of overlord is really a meteorite!
In the hands of this black man, the true gentleman of the Bawang Temple failed to survive!
Many monks stared at this scene and their minds went blank.
The whole process happened too fast and too suddenly.
Pang Yue’s eyes were glazed over, and before he came to congratulate himself on his narrow escape, his ancestors had already been beheaded!
Half the Central Plains fought and fought to the death, and more than a dozen Yuan Ying Zhen Jun stopped at the same time.
Yu Jun Zhen Jun, Bei Dou Zhen Jun, Naive Jun, the guide monk and others look dignified and stare at the blue-faced, fangs-toothed monsters in the strip, showing deep fear in their eyes.
What ….. Is fear!
Ground scuffles also stopped.
Even if you are stupid, you can see that this group of green-faced, fangs creatures are furious!
The huge Vientiane City was still noisy, mocking and killing the sky
In a flash, it’s already very quiet.
There is blood in the air, and there is a sense of coldness!
The shadow of the night spirit is hidden in the crowd.
He stared at this group of blue-faced, fangs creatures, but his eyes were full of murder, but he seemed more and more profound and restrained, hiding his eyes as much as possible from the other side!
Xiao Pang can clearly feel the subtle movement of Lin Xuan’s fuselage around Lin Xuanji.
Lin Xuanji’s hands are shaking slightly behind his back!
"Brother Lin, who are these people?" Xiao pang asked
Lin Xuanji’s face was pale and pale, and he swallowed his saliva before slowly saying, "Taikoo Jiuzu-Luo Cha!"
Chapter seven hundred and fifty-six Collapse without a fight
Xiao pang and others heard a shock!
In a flash, all kinds of theories about Taikoo Jiuzu flooded into my mind.
It is said that in the Middle Archaean era, there were many ethnic groups, among which nine fierce ethnic groups respected them, which is what later generations called the nine Archaean ethnic groups!
The nine fierce families are finally at the peak of the ten thousand families, which is unshakable because their blood, memory and occult skills are too strong to suppress the ten thousand families!
Terrans are born weak and different. The nine fierce families are born tough!
Even if you don’t practice very much, it will sweep all ethnic groups, let alone suppress the people who were enslaved by all ethnic groups at the bottom.
Terran in the eyes of the nine fierce families is lower than a worm!
Were it not for the epic war that broke out in Archaean times, all the ethnic groups were dying and bleeding, and several ethnic groups were annihilated, and the nine fierce ethnic groups were also hit hard, and the Terran would never have a chance to rise!
Then the ancient terran was defeated miserably.
The nine fierce families have been hit hard and can be scattered all over the world.
This is the later nine forbidden areas!