Saying good bragging, do you really have the capital of the great emperor?

Chapter 131 Burning the Evil King: Come out, God Demon! (2000 words)

Nine years ago, Demon Island World War I.

Although Luo Binglan did not die.

But the means of living in death almost exhausted all her birthday.

Makes she only sleep in a way of sleeping.

Slow down the passage of Shouyuan.

Of course, just sleeping is a bit worse.

Her white jade coffin.

Not only the material itself, it is carved with the most primary void.

It can cause almost everything that worsen.

And over time, the origin of Luo Binglan was gradually repaired.

Please help the first one in the first one.

Transform it into a huge puppet!

crucial moment.

Can deform fighting!

It makes Luo Binglan no need to get out of the coffin, and there are enough methods to deal with foreign enemies.

Nympho

噔噔 噔噔!

This huge puppet is full of white jade glory.

It’s like an unshakable mountain.

With an indestructible momentum.

It is amazing.

The erosion of the winding wind and the array of arranges all around continued to fall on it, but it could not hurt the moment.

It stepped down and slowly moved towards the evil king of the burial.

The huge body covers the light.

The surrounding light is dark.

The giant giant puppets up like a hill standing there, looking down at the funeral king.

The child -like funeral king looked up at this giant with his head.

Such a strong contrast picture.

There is a unique sense of joy.

The burial evil king’s heart was uneasy, but his face refused to show: “You want to deceive me, it is too underestimated to look at me!

He pinched his hands with both hands.

Ghosts all over the body.

The sage was full of pressure.

Countless gloomy and terrifying order chains have emerged between heaven and earth.

The void around it seemed to be born in an instant.

Every wave of waves.

There are countless souls, annihilation, struggle, and roaring.

The soul rises between the soul.

The outbreak of unimaginable horror and power.

Large blockbusters are crashing.

Endless soul sea power.

Number of convergence of the funeral king’s hands.

The burial evil king has so many years.

I have long understood a truth.

The more you feel scared, the easier it is to bully you.

Even at this moment.

The mysterious strong man in this white jade coffin brought him a lot of pressure.

But the more that.

The more he will take the initiative.

Let the other party know that he is not easy to mess with, let alone knead it.

Want to do things.

That’s the price!

His eyes bloomed fierce.

Speed up.

Step in the void.

One punch smashed his knees fiercely!

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and the horrible Yu Bo scattered.

Plow the space around the surrounding area again.

The giant puppet flowed on the body, as if there were many formations of running automatically in an instant, and completely devoured the power of this blow.

The punch of the funeral evil king was hard.

It was unscathed.

Even a trace of mark was not left.

The pupils of the evil king shrinking and the eyelids jumped.

Giant puppet lifted his legs.

The terrorist power came.

The funeral evil king was directly lifted out and turned several followers.

People are in mid -air.

Suddenly glanced at the huge hand, two ax suddenly appeared.

The left hand, the ax is engraved with moral character.

On the right hand, the ax is engraved with the word.

Bullying?

Nonsense!

Luo Binglan has always been served with virtue and rational!

See the moment of this scene.

The heart of the funeral king jumped sharply, instinctively made him perceive an unprecedented crisis.

He opened his arms.

No reserved.

The endless ghosts spread from his body.

Behind.

A huge magic magic method is in line with each other.

Face.

Holding endless shackles, the other end of the shackles, holding countless undead.

this moment.

The huge law was guarded in front of the evil king.

Countless chains are densely distributed.

Form defense.

The endless undead into the sea of soul form another defense.

The funeral evil king summoned a dark huge sickle from the void, in front of him.

The surface of this sickle is branded with complicated magic patterns, showing the heartbroken breath.

It seems to be able to harvest the soul of the students at will.

Slightly trembling.

Best around.

Numerous flowers and trees, birds and insects, and dying, dying, seemed to have been drawn away all souls and lives.

——Guangzong inherits the holy inheritance, seizing the soul!

This is the last means of burial evil king.

At this moment, it is used.

Just for the increasing sense of crisis in my heart.

A strong intuition appeared in his mind.

Do not go all out!

He was dead!

Nympho

Facing the means of funeral king.

Luo Binglan was indifferent.

Om!

The double ax crossed and slammed forward.

Buzzing!

The ax is revealed, and there is no degeneration.

Void annihilated.

The shadow of the sky is directly transformed into nothingness.

The magic god’s law was instantly cut off in an ax, and the endless shackles turned into ashes.

Terrible order chain.

The sea of rolling undead.

All crushed and destroyed in this unique sharp edge!

The potential is like breaking bamboo!

Destroyed.

“Ah ah ah-”

Look at this scene.

The funeral evil king’s eyes were cracked, his body was burning, his soul was boiling, and he tried his best to urge the holy instrument in his hand.

Want to resist this destroyer.

Click!

A slight noise.

It is like the heartstrings of the evil king of the evil king.

Let his eyes crazy no longer, and he was filled with endless fear and despair.

Card rubbing–

A series of broken sounds sounded.

The soul inherited by the Ghost King’s generations could not stop Luo Binglan’s ax, completely cracking.

Alas!

The power of this ax has not ended after breaking the ghost king Zong Shengyi.

Yu Weiyou was cut directly on the body of the evil king.

“ah–”

The body of the evil king was suddenly cut into two.

Fly out.

The wound is filled with strong Dawei.

Even if he is the sage.

Can’t heal.

Instead, this force is constantly eroded, with unimaginable pain, vitality has faded rapidly, and it is miserable.

Not only that.

As soon as the giant puppet void gripped, the fragments of the ghost king Zong Shengyi were taken away, and it was integrated into the jade coffin.

His sacred artifact is completely gone!

Nympho

“Damn … this is you forced me!”

The burial evil king’s eyes were full of resentment, and the only half of the body was told by both hands.

The only garage in the body surges crazy.

next moment.

Blood festival arrays whistle in the wind.

The magic is turbulent.

The shocking, terrible blood and soul power gathered over the sky suddenly broke through the clouds, teared the void, and went straight to the top of the clouds.

Sky Demon Festival.

He was launched in advance!

Nympho

The soul of several strong men in the blood sacrifice formation has not been completely refined.

At this time, the Demon Festival began.

The effect will be lost a lot.

The burial of the evil king was heartbroken, but he had no other way.

He couldn’t bear it. After planning for so long, he could only make a wedding dress for others!

This blessing!

It must be his!

(This chapter is finished)