Heavenly Lord of the Myriad Realms

Deep in the depths of Tianlu, it has expanded to the core of the nest of the Mingjiao family with a diameter of 100,000 miles.

The horned owl, the singer of Yan Xiu'er, is standing in a chamber full of evil blood. In a chamber of nearly a thousand miles, a transparent blood-colored hose hangs from the ceiling. Hundreds of thousands of ovoid meat sacs are hung on the hose. In the translucent meat sac, an individual shape is perfect. The horns huddled there quietly.

The horns squinted and looked at the meat sacs a little dazed.

Suddenly, in front of him dozens of feet, a wave of hundreds of miles in the blood pool tumbling, a huge figure about ten feet tall, fluttering out of the thick black blood.

The big group of almost condensed into a real black mist quickly spread behind the huge figure, and a giant python with a full head of 1,080 pythons emerged.

The giant clam was quietly suspended behind the man, and the 1,080 heads were neatly arranged. Behind the man, a strange and evil snakehead round wheel, 3,160 or so scarlet eyes were formed. Staring at the horns, the evil spirits forced the corners to be stiff, and even the mind almost solidified.

The sound of ‘咚’, the horns slammed on the ground, and the five-body sacred worship went on.

"Father and grandfather!" Kakusei was respectful and bowed to the huge figure, and completed a set of extremely complicated and sinister rituals.

"It’s not dead!" The black-red blood tumbling and condensing into a huge throne, the huge figure sits on the throne, and the right hand fingers gently push the throne arm, giving a crisp '叮叮' sound.

"Although, if you die, I won't feel bad." The huge figure 'giggle' smiled: "There is a child in the district, even the child who has not been able to refine the natal nest... or a child whose ambition is far beyond the limits of his own strength. How much is this idiot, and if you die, I really won't feel bad."

The index finger of the left hand is tilted up, pointing to the horned people in the hanging meat sac on the top of the finger. The huge figure said faintly: "Remember, oh, always remember. You still have so many brothers waiting to be born... anytime Someone can replace you!"

"You can be born, you can come out and kill the battle, spread the prestige of my horns. It's not because you are good, just because you are lucky." The huge figure said coldly: "You are not born in these brothers." There will definitely be tens of thousands, thousands and ten times better than you."

"Only because of the destruction of resources by our people in the horns, our horns are too devastating to the worlds... The ancestors constrained us from reproducible descendants, so they did not have the opportunity to be born."

Shaking his head, the huge figure said indifferently: "That's it!"

The horns were on the ground, and the tribute to the huge figure was awkward: "My father, I know it is wrong. In the future, I will never do this stupid thing beyond my strength."

The huge figure nodded with satisfaction. He waved his hand and said in a low voice: "Good. Now, get out and do things. The old nest of the Tianzu? Hey, how could it be so easily beaten by your young son? ?"

"Curious, the horrible old guys of the Tianzu, what are they doing? Their nests are so empty?"

The low snoring, the huge figure said a little annoyed: "It's really troublesome, we have the unparalleled power of the horns, but it is too irritating for the intrigue... What are they calculating? I am always upset. Premonition."

Lifting a right fist with a thin, sharp horn-like bulge, he gave his head a fist, a loud bang, and a large spark of Mars.

The huge figure shook his head, and the low voice said: "Killing, plundering, devouring, evolution... Our blood has given us tremendous power, and the power of our horns has made countless enemies stunned!"

"But, wisdom! We lack wisdom, this is too... oh!" The huge figure complained a little helplessly: "We have swallowed so many powerful brains of wisdom, but we have not given us a little IQ! The great ancestor is on, is there a stone in his mind?"

The horns looked up cautiously and smiled cautiously: "So, father, the woman..."

The huge figure stayed, and the two **** flames in his throat burned. He said in a deep voice: "The indigenous woman? Well, it seems that she is smarter than you... maybe we can all be from her. Learn something useful."

"Go, go, I will give you some permission for the hen's nest. You let her let go of it. I want to see how much she can do it!" The huge figure said with a sigh of relief: "Maybe, she will be very good in the future." Useful, who knows?"

The horns stood up and turned into a black light to pull out the cabin. He hurried away, as if he was running away.

The sound of the huge figure suddenly came and spread throughout the huge nest: "However, the horns, my most useless waste son, if you make mistakes this time, I will swallow your head!"

The horns of the scorpion shuddered and the speed of his escape was a bit faster.

At the same time, at the entrance to the blood prison where Shui was responsible for repression, it was completely turned into a horned horned man with a thick black armor and black armor. Only a beautiful little face of the country was still unchanged. Yan Xiu'er stood on the wall and looked at the soldiers of the Mingjiao who had been begging for countless wolves.

There was a deafening sound of waves in the ramp leading to the underground blood prison. A wave of blood rushed out of the ramp and followed the warriors of these horns.

A group of waters and other groups have been alienated by the horns, and the water clan, who has been assimilated from the flesh and blood to the soul by the horns, runs in front of all the horns of the warriors, constantly making a scream of anger.

After being assimilated by the cult of the horns of the horns, their ingenuity seems to have been affected.

Their IQ seems to have fallen by more than half, and the cruel and cruel original animal nature has become their instinct. Their snoring sounds like a beast, and the expression on their faces is even more distorted to the extreme. They are just like evil spirits.

"Damn, damn, blood prison, how to hide such a terrible devil?" Water waveless and angry and roaring: "I never knew before, there are so many terrible things here..."

When the words were not finished, a **** light rushed out from the blood wave chasing after the moment, and instantly penetrated the chest without water.

The water-free body suddenly dried up, and all the essences in his body were swallowed up, and the body turned into a rotten fly ash.