The sound of a bell vibrates the darkness, and the city of God is buried.
The sound of the bell is the light God Emperor wood of the fourth emperor, whose branches are vanishing into nothingness.
Bang Bang
Glory splashed in the city, a god of blood fell.
Just a bell sound, like a butcher's knife, fell in this feather God city.
The shrill scream is even more in the city of feather God.
The whole city, before the gods are still spitting evil words, thinking that those who come will die, the next moment, the city's tragic situation, like a god purgatory.
It's as if Qin's eyes were like a bell in front of the tomb.
The palm of the right hand, gather the eternal imperial power.
One hand is like an immortal kneading formula, standing in front of the immortal burial bell.
The vast Dili, flying out of the palm of his hand, bombarded the immortal burial bell.
Boom!
A vast bell is ringing again on this sacred city.
The second ring, immortal cut God!
The sound of the bell was even more terrible, and almost spread to half of the city.
As if the emperor was trembling on the rough sea, just like the trembling branches.
There are cracks on the branches that gather light.
This is the case with the light God, not to mention the gods in the city.
When the second bell rang through the darkness, some gods, before they could react to it, would directly shake and extinguish it into a blood mist, like brilliance, falling in the holy city.
Starting from Qin Xuan's foothold in the city wall, the body of the deity exploded and annihilated, and even cracks appeared on the core of the deity.
"Under the crown of divine wood!"
Far away from Qin Xuan, a Holy Spirit opens his mouth and looks at the light God, Emperor mu, the guardian of the feather Protoss.
The light God Emperor wood also roared wildly in the sound of the bell.
"I dare to be such a villain!"
The evil people were slaughtered in the city, and they were killed by the gods.
If this matter is known by the God King of the feather Protoss, it will pay a great price for it.
Qin Xuan looks at the bell of the eternal burial God roaring, but in his dark eyes, he is indifferent and merciless.
When the gods were buried, he had no mercy at all.
He is Qin Changqing, who has always given all sentient beings a wisp of benevolence, but this does not include the gods.
The great disaster, the gods, the immortal beings, the hatred is too big, that is not the sea of blood.
In the pre ancient era, the trillion or even billions of gods who fell under the so-called gods were buried in the immortal earth in the great calamity.
There are more than hundreds of pre ancient eras buried in the great calamity.
It's a death grudge. There's no mercy.
Qin Xuan looked at the anger of emperor Guangshen wood. On the branch where the crack of emperor Guangshen wood was growing, there were strands of golden fire.
These sacred fire, as if with this light God Emperor wood for the body, like flowers, blooming in the dark.
Qin Xuan looked at the beautiful fire, but there was no appreciation in his eyes.
He just moved again, square with his feet and round with his hands.
One person seems to gather heaven and earth. One person seems to be a real heaven and earth.
Qin Xuan can't see any emotion in his eyes. His hands bombard the bell of the long life burial God.
God City, in vibration, that road from the light God Emperor wood branches rise, like a god flower like flame, in this bell, swaying.
Even, there is a fire annihilation, by the bell, abruptly destroyed into nothingness.
Not only that, in the city of Yushen, there are endless bell sounds.
When the bell sounds, buildings and the earth are all broken, turned into dust and finally annihilated.
It's like the bell is ringing in the darkness, even in the endless darkness.
Hum!
the protector of the ancient Protoss, the ancient *, looked towards the direction of the feather God city. The eyes of the countless blood crystals gathered together seemed to be shining with dazzling brilliance.
It should be aware of the existence of bad soil, into the feather God city.
"This time, the creatures in the bad land are so rampant!"
"Even in the past, the creatures in the bad soil would never dare to enter the holy city at the beginning of the road to the bad soil!"
ancient * is full of shock and horror in his mouth and voice.
What's more, how terrible it is that the sound of the bell can come from the location of the feather God city!?
Feather God City, at the moment has completely turned into Purgatory, a blood fog, floating in the God city.Light God Emperor wood, is in crazy roar, a wisp of flame has not been extinguished, swept to Qin Xuan.
Innumerable sacred fires are in full bloom in the dark, as if they are going to burn out the big clock, the white clothes and the poor local creatures.
Qin Xuan is facing the fire and stepping on the purgatory.
He's moving again!
The sound of his breath, like thunder, is rolling out over the holy city.
Qin Xuan's chest swelled, and his breath seemed to swallow the whole darkness.
"Hoo
All of a sudden, a dark breath like thunder came out of Qin Xuan's mouth.
The fourth ring of the bell for the burial of immortals is a breath of heaven and earth.
The black breath was mixed with the blood mist in Qin Xuan's mouth, and even mixed with Qin Xuan's body, which was the origin of the three emperors.
Boom!
The fourth bell rang, the endless fire, in this bell, suddenly, it has been annihilated, and then there is the light God Emperor wood body.
That has the branch like crack, under this bell, abruptly burst.
Countless sawdust, debris, like snow, falling from the city.
There is a slight crack on the bell of the immortal burial.
Qin Xuan's body's eternal imperial power, at this moment, is to don't know to consume how many.
Qin Xuan can clearly feel, a sense of powerlessness, hidden all over his emperor.
In the past few years, Qin Xuan has been refining the three main sources, including his strength and imperial power. Even so, he is still reluctant to use the bell.
What's more, at present, this is a god of the fourth emperor, not the God of the third emperor he killed before.
If it had not been for Xu Wushang's arrow that pierced the body of emperor Guangshen, which cost him a lot of divine power, Qin Xuan would not even have thought about it. He would have cut off emperor Guangshen and buried this city of gods.
In his eyes, faint hair dark, a pair of eyes, looking at the light God Emperor wood.
On the cracked bell, the emperor's blood fell and his robes rolled. One ancestral inscription rose abruptly, and then the second one, the nine ancestral inscriptions in the fairyland, seemed like stars lingering on the bell.
As well as the last one, the tenth imperial text condensed by eternal imperial power.
Dili dyed blood into a pestle, Qin Xuan at this moment, almost to the best of his ability, holding that a dyed blood clock pestle.
The fifth bell rings.
Ten buried gods!
To level the city!
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