Carry out obscenity to the end

The wind of his fist carried the sound of a tiger howling, like a tiger roaring, very fierce and powerful.

With his fleshy palm flying, it was like a king of beasts who is proud of the world and the forest is waking up.

A random palm fell on the ground, and it was a huge pit of tens of meters. When it fell on the mountain, it was a landslide and rocks. Many monks affected by his fist were blown into blood mist, and not even a single bone was intact. of.

Facing Ji Feiyan, who was like a fairy from the dust, most of the monks couldn't help but feel a kind of affection and a feeling of fear of profanity, which made them feel a little restrained in the battle.

But for Jia Du who is about to die of old age, nothing is as important as his lifespan. [

Looking at Ji Feiyan will only make him feel inferior and crazy. With his fighting power surpassing Ji Feiyan's first level, he actually clings to the elegant and agile fairy figure.

But Su Nu's situation was a little bit worse, except for the two heavenly ranks who helped Jia Du contain Ji Feiyan, the rest of the power was basically concentrated on Su Nu.

Every virgin will at least face an enemy that is several times their own. Although relying on talent and combat power, they barely remain undefeated, but in the crowd of people fighting on wheels, it is absolutely possible to achieve a miracle reversal.

If nothing special happened, the defeat of Mo Yi's people was bound to happen. Maybe one or two people could barely escape, and the rest would be buried in this desolate valley with little souls.

However, there is a word in the world called accident.

The appearance of an accident means that everything is likely to exceed previous guesses and control.

The entire ground of the wasteland valley began to tremble violently. Every vibration made people tremble with fear, and the panic spread uncontrollably.

Better late than never, Mo Yi breathed a sigh of relief, sometimes looking forward to the arrival of certain enemies is as hot as expecting that certain enemies will never come.

"The army of one million monsters has arrived. If we don't stop killing each other, no one can escape the slaughter of the monsters."

Mo Yi's clear voice echoed in the valley again.

Now no one stood up to question this sentence, because the tremors from the ground and the loud bangs had already hit their hearts and made them heartbroken.

Jia Du resentfully gave up the attack, looking at Mo Yi with hatred and fear.

Since Mo Yi was able to know that the army of monsters and beasts would arrive, and also accurately named the leader, Jia Du dared to pledge his life as a guarantee.

Although it is not clear how Mo Yi and the others saved their lives before the army of monsters, but this has been related to Jia Du, and even to these ten thousand monks.

What is related to myself and everyone is to try my best to save my life.

Humans and monsters are mortal enemies, and they have never said that they want to be captured. As long as they meet, only one of them can survive.

"Daoist, get out and die. Today, I, Jiaotong, want to wash the wasteland valley with blood, and use your lives to avenge my murder of my son and treasure. No one has ever dared to bully my Jiao clan like this, no one! I want to use your souls Wash away my shame." Jiaotong stepped up in the void, looking down at the people in the Wasteland Valley domineeringly.

"It's just a defeated general, and he uttered wild words, laughing at Laozi to death. That day ~ if you hadn't escaped quickly, Laozi would have chopped your body into flower fertilizer. You appeared in front of Laozi again this time, but You are looking for abuse. You are a perverted guy. You have to ask labor and management to give you more shame, so you can feel satisfied, right? Today labor and management made an exception to meet your request. Dare to challenge labor and management? Let you have one hand It's not a problem, whoever dares is the grandson." Dao Chi looked at the domineering Jiaotong with disdain, as if he was not looking at the commander of a monster, but a bug.

Mo Yi laughed: "The Jiao clan is so majestic, Jiaodong, you are so arrogant. Your son was frightened to death by my stare. You have no shame in bullying the younger. You can't help me. Don't Say today ~ You only brought millions of cannon fodder over, even if you bring 1000 million trillion, you are all garbage. And you are a king of garbage. If you are you, you will commit suicide in early wiping your neck. It's too thick, and it's shameless or shameless to appear in front of the young master."[

The tens of thousands of monks present suddenly felt a little messed up in the wind.

Jia Du, in particular, was even more frantic. Sure enough, these monsters were all attracted by Mo Yi and the others.

Seriously, they are disaster stars everywhere they go, how dare they be so arrogant?

At this moment, Jia Du wished he could kill Mo Yi and the others with a sword, at least he didn't feel so aggrieved and angry.

But before the monster army, if he still tried to kill each other, he would be surrounded and killed by the people around him immediately.

Before the race war, absolutely not allowing internal strife is the first iron law.

Many things can be done in private, but if they are done in public, not to mention the Northern Territory, even the entire Haoran Realm can be accommodated.

Jia Du rolled his eyes, and when the battle started, he took advantage of the chaos to force a breakthrough. With his own strength, as long as he didn't attract the opponent's maximum attention, he had great hope of breaking through.

And there are billions of spirit stones on him, enough, if he is greedy, he will be buried here with these crazy guys.

No matter what the monk thinks in his heart, Jiaodong's seven orifices are emitting smoke at this time, and the blood is almost not flowing backwards, and he is alive and angry.

Dao Chi has always been mean-spirited and thick-skinned, Jiaodong has learned his style of shame a long time ago, but he never expected Mo Yi to be so shameless.

The addition of two shameless people is far more lethal than one plus one.

"I will kill them all, not one left. If anyone can kill these people, I, Jiaodong, promise him to be the king of the monster clan." Jiaotong's voice sounded like a landslide and tsunami, like a golden weapon and an iron horse, full of murderous intentions.

To become the king of the monster clan, one must meet the minimum standard of the third level of the heavenly realm, and one must have the support of a powerful subsidiary force to become a king independently.

Jiaodong's promise means that he will not only fully cultivate and enhance the strength of monsters to the third level of the heavenly realm, but also provide a large amount of auxiliary strength to enrich the new king.

The sea monsters have a vast territory and deep seabed. There are many kinds of sea beasts. Many sea beasts are attached to Jiaodong's Jiao clan. This is also the confidence that he can become one of the three commanders in the race war.

Jiaodong's promise is not insignificant, and it really cost a lot of money. For many sea beasts, it is the dream of hundreds of families and generations.

As Jiaotong, since he made a promise, it is impossible for him to break his promise.

Monster beasts pay attention to strength and dignity, and they don't have as many schemes and calculations as human monks, so no monster beast will suspect that they will cross the river and tear down the bridge in the end.

Not only the millions of soldiers behind him went crazy, but also the dozens of monster generals who followed Jiaodong.

Without the slightest hesitation, a massacre kicked off.