Heavenly Lord of the Myriad Realms

The Tianxing Five Elements Department suffered heavy losses in its own territory. The loss of the tribes was heavy. The servants and slaves under the name, as well as various slaves, miners, serfs, etc., were even more ruined.

What is even more speechless is that the masters of the Five Elements Department of Jin Tiexin have been folded into more than a dozen. The ordinary elders and the young masters have lost more than half of them. At one time, the Ministry of the Five Elements wants to find out who can be the masters of the house. Extremely difficult, completely became a loose sand.

The nephew sat in the town, and he wrestled his brains and dispatched troops to fight against the invasion of the horns.

In succession, the monks, shrines, and spiritual monks of the brigade have arrived and gathered in the children's home. In the face of the murderous Mongols, these monks who came to reinforce the shackles, and barely controlled the momentum of the attack of the gang.

But the discerning person can see that the so-called control only blocks the attack of the underlying fighters of the Mingjiao family.

Every time the horned owl and several other horned horned people appeared, they always beat the three coalition forces, and they could not find a master who could resist their attack. On several occasions, several elders who had mastered the third law of the upper family joined forces and were still beaten.

Obviously, the master of the third Dafa realm can't stop the horns and his people.

However, no matter how the babies are motivated, the celestial beings, the shrine or the spiritual environment are not able to reinforce the more powerful masters.

On several occasions, the children used the too supreme order to ask Qingyang, and Qingyang was very respectful to return to the children - the talents of the heavenly, the shrine, and the spiritual world all had something to do, and they could not get out of reinforcements!

The battle became extremely anxious.

Every day, there are a large number of low- and medium-level Tianxiu and spiritual repairs to reinforced. Every day, they will have many **** conflicts with the low-ranking warriors of the Mingjiao.

Every day, tens of thousands of monks are seriously injured and degraded. Every day, a large number of Tianzu City pools have been broken. Countless Tianzu belong to the warriors who have been alienated into the horns. Every day, the territory controlled by the horns will be The periphery spreads a little bit.

Looking down from the sky, if Tianlu is a round big cake, then about 15% of the area in the middle of the cake has turned dark.

In the middle of this dark area, the nest of the tens of thousands of miles of the horns has been plunged into the ground for thousands of miles. A large chain of black dragons sticking out from this huge nest, smashing into the land of the land, every day is madly extracting the veins and veins of the earth and the earth.

In just half a month, Tianlu has an earthquake of varying numbers every day.

The initial sacrifice, the magnitude of the earthquake is very slight, just let people feel the ground is a little swaying; and the number is not much, about 15 or 6 times a day.

Half a month later, when the Tianlu earthquake occurred, it was able to clearly feel the violent shock of the ground. It was difficult for ordinary monks to stand up; and the number increased to a frequency of two or three quarters of a quarter of an hour. It seems like a gust of wind, no day and night without a shock.

It is clear that the foundation of Tianlu is being eroded, and the earth's veins are constantly oscillating, which has triggered an uninterrupted earthquake throughout the Tianlu.

There are masters who are strong and inspirational, and they are faintly aware that in other places in Tianlu, the concentration of the heavens and the earth is slowly decreasing in the normal void near the territory where the horns are eroded.

The dark lacquered light space is like a huge funnel, and the heaven and earth spirits continue to see through the funnel.

In the past two months, my nephew has been too busy to land, and every day, I have dispatched troops to chase and smother the gangs that are raging in the square. I try my best to keep them in a fixed area.

However, the effect is not great, and the territory in which the horns are eroded is still slowly expanding.

This expansion is irreversible unless you can find a master who can confront the horned horns, such as horns.

However, it is clear that, nowadays, the talents of the masters who can be mobilized, the green and black needles have played against each other, and both large and small have suffered losses.

The ancestral level figures of Lieyang, Cangyue, and Hanxing have extremely amazing total mana, but their realm is the same level as that of Lei Ju and others.

In the face of those sinisters who are almost devastating and almost incapable of killing, they can only save themselves and want to repel each other. It is almost impossible.

What is worrying is that as time goes by, the average strength of the warriors of the Mingjiao is still rising.

It seems that the more veins they devour, the more veins they devour, and their average strength can be continuously improved. Nowadays, the soldiers of the Mongjiao who are attacking everywhere, their average strength, have reached the peak of the peak of life!

This is extremely scary!

In the shackles, the nephews and a group of high-level strategists struggled to design how to resist the horns.

Chutian came to a side hall on the side of the line and saw Qingyang, who was recovering from injury.

Unlike the celestial nature of the physical strength, if the physical bodies of the spiritual cultivators have problems, they want to be warm and careless. As a Qingyang, the nature he uses is the best of the best. However, half a month of hard work, but also his left shoulder and arm re-growth, the distance is completely restored, can be used freely, at least for a long time.

The blue-positive child is cold and the big hall is wide. Only his four ventricles are waiting outside the door, and there is no other person.

The furnishings are simple, only a few rows of bookshelves in the partial hall, Qingyang sitting on a large chair, holding a volume of Dan Su, is carefully read. There is a thick stack of paper in front of him, with a pen and ink waiting to serve, a set of serious study and hard work to take notes.

In the hall of Fangzhang Baizhang, only the small case in front of Qingyang has a fist-sized incense burner. A very fine white smoke floats out of the incense burner, and the faint aroma makes the whole hall appear colder.

"Come on? Is there something?" Seeing Chutian coming in, Qingyang put down his hand in the Danjing and looked up and smiled at Chutian.

"Come on, there is something wrong." Chutian went to Qingyang and went to Qingyang for a ceremony. He couldn't help but sigh: "The big Tianzu, the big spiritual environment, the big shrine, really can't find a few." Can you restrain the masters of the few things?"

Chutian is very puzzled to see Qingyang: "You are the six generations of disciples of Sanxianmen, then those masters who are higher than your generation? There are also the gods, and the shrine, not always, all the masters All... one is not at home?"

Qingyang smiled and looked at Chutian. After a while, he said, "The people of Sanxianmen are better than me. I am a six-generation disciple, but I am not good at fighting. In other words, I am the worst of the 12 generations of disciples of Sanxianmen."

"Master, of course. But why should you send it?" Qingyang smiled and looked at Chutian, his fingers tapped on the table in front of him.