Doulou Dalu’s Ultimate God of War

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Xiao Yan stepped on the platform and stood on the ten thousand zhang high sky. The demonic energy was rolling, and the whole world was trembling.

The bay station has been expanded to the size of a round zhang, a magnificent energy surged out, and the great pressure is like a sky dome, and the whole world seems to be destroyed.

The sky is dim, and the boundless black demonic energy gradually envelopes the clear sky. The light is about to fade away. The Demon Lord seems to be coming to the earth.

This World seems to be the dead world, the anger is gradually disappearing, Death Aura is spreading, and it is about to fill every inch of space.

However, when this space is completely engulfed in endless darkness, when the dead energy sweeps the whole earth, a colorful brilliance suddenly lights up in the endless darkness. Above the sky, the worship station shoots out the glory of one after another dazzling. After falling into a state of extreme death, Death Aura gradually becomes weaker by worshipping it, and it slowly whips out a “Qi of Life”.

Death is life!

Chancanguanghua, like lightning, gradually broke through the dark void,hundred zhang worshipped the platform and Xiao Yan standing on it, erupted thousands of rays of light, illuminating the whole land.

Death is still raging, but Qi of Life’s breath is also rolling out, surging away until it fills every inch of this space.

Balance between life and death!

Death is life, death is life, Life and Death Samsara, delicate balance!

Baijiangtai exudes auspicious clouds light, but at the same time, its periphery is also covered with heavy demonic energy. Xiao Yan stands quietly on the high platform, he is motionless, like a statue made of Vajra rock carvings. As if it had existed here since ancient times.

In this brief moment, he did not understand why his state of mind was so calm, and all the shocks, suspicions, and other feelings had just disappeared. He was very peaceful now. It seemed as if he should have appeared here, as if he had stood here 10,000 million years ago.

Suddenly, the worship station moved!

He carried Xiao Yan to the sky above the tomb of Fiendgod, facing the endless Fiendgod tombs below.

At the same time, the tomb of Fiendgod has also been in chaos.

Just before, all the tombs of Fiendgod have been cracked, and each of the tombs has extended its arm in disastrous defeat, or stretched out the bones and claws of Bai Sensen, but everything is happening quietly without any sound.

However, in this brief moment. Bai Xiaotai carried Xiao Yan and flew over the Fiendgod Mausoleum and gradually landed. The whole tomb of Fiendgod is boiling.

A loud roar came from the ancient cemetery. The sound of terrifying god roar and magic roar seemed to penetrate the world and reach Three Realms and Six Paths.

“Roar…”

“Roar…”

……

“hong long long…”

The rows of Fiendgod tombstones are falling. Every tomb trembles violently, and the evil spirits in hell seem to rush out of the cage, and the earth is rumbling. In constant tremor, all dead Fiendgods, all souls buried underground, seem to be about to rush out, the whole Fiendgod mausoleum is hustle and bustle!

The breath of life and death, the breath of Fiendgod, the endlessness, the grandiose, quickly rises. Spread to every corner of this world.

Fiendgod’s endless claws are dancing in the tomb, some flesh and blood are blurred, and some are bone-bone, like waves of waves are turbulent, but none of Fiendgod’s bodies rushed out, and you can see each Fiendgod The corpses are struggling, as if there is a huge and unimaginable force imprisoning them, making it difficult for them to escape their respective graves.

“hong long”

A tall Fiendgod tombstone finally collapsed, and the tomb below it finally shattered. The roar of the world shattered, and a tall silhouette quickly rushed out of the tomb.

This is an ancient great god with 12 Pairs of white wings. The tall silhouette is like a mountain, showing a strong and arrogant breath like death.

Golden-yellow long hair shines brightly under the sun, but the cheeks covered by the long hair are so terrifying, half of the face is bloody, and there are exposed cheekbones and white miserable teeth. Although the other half of the face was still flesh and blood, it was very gray, with a burst of death, and his eyes were also gray, empty, and lifeless.

On his chest were five finger holes, which penetrated the front chest and penetrated the back, making the front and back translucent. Through the finger hole, you can see that a broken heart hangs quietly in the chest, and has already stopped beating.

This ancient god died like this, he was killed like this! A critical strike, it is conceivable that the murderer must have infinite mana, and it is definitely a generation of people!

This tall and ancient Ancient Spiritual God, revealing endless power, he looked up at the worship platform in the sky, hesitated slightly, wanted to kneel down, but it seemed very unwilling, and finally screamed fiercely at the top Snarled, and then rose into the sky, rushing towards Xiao Yan above the sky.

It’s just that the two lines of scarlet tor on the stage were suddenly reflected in the sky.

“Everything is a soldier, a million Fiendgod is a general!”

These two words are reflected in the sky, and finally they cross into a “” shape, revealing endless blood light.

The Ancient Spiritual God, the first one rushing out of the ancient god tomb, was printed by these two blood-red characters.

“hong”

With a loud noise, the ancient god scattered ashes and dispersed smoke, under the two blood-red characters, no bit of it left…

High above the sky, the two blood-red characters still cross, reflecting in the sky.

“Hundreds of living beings are soldiers, and millions of Fiendgods are generals!”

The two lines of blood are so dazzling and so inspiring.

Xiao Yan couldn’t keep calm anymore, and his calm mood fluctuated in an instant.

“Incredible, what the hell is going on? What kind of artifact is the so-called pilgrimage platform? It actually put a twelve wings far away from the Ancient Spiritual God’s scattered ashes and dispersed smoke. Why is it so? The force of tyranny and terrifying?” Xiao Yan was full of doubts. Looking at the demon palace below, the arms and bone claws dancing in the tombs, he was shocked to the extreme, and said to himself: “For the dead Fiendgod corpses have appeared. Change? They have already lost their lives, can they still survive? Obviously there is no half-life life fluctuation, why can they struggle and will climb out of their graves? Is anyone summon them?

“Roar…”

“Roar…”

……In the Devil’s Hall, the ancient Fiendgod buried in each tomb seems to have sensed the fall of the Ancient Spiritual God of the Twelve Wings.

The burrows of the graves are more intense, it seems that all the corpses of ancient Fiendgod are about to break out!

Above the sky, the two blood-red bright characters are getting brighter and brighter in the air, and finally they cross each other, and they slowly squeeze towards the demon palace. It reveals a force that is magnificent to unimaginable, such as Wang Yang, resembling Dayue, grandiose surging down.

The ancient Fiendgod who died died somehow. When many Fiendgods were about to rush out of the tomb again, the cross of blood red characters had completely descended on the mausoleum, and the endless blood light went straight to Xiaohan An ancient demon palace.

The cracked tombs were trembling violently, a pair of god hands and bone claws were dancing, and the roaring sound was more shocking, but there was no Fiendgod corpse that could rush out of the surface, a wave of ocean The general power is imprisoned in the demon hall, preventing many dead Fiendgod from moving.

“What the hell is going on?” Looking at the strange scene below, Xiao Yan was completely puzzled. The scenes that shocked the surname today seem to be revealing to him, and it seems that the secrets have been amazing for thousands of years. He is about to surface, but he now finds it difficult to catch!

Dead Fiendgod is roaring, mysterious worshiper is blooming ten thousand zhang rays of light, all these are intertwined in the demon hall.

Every moment!

At this moment, Xiao Yan did not know why, and suddenly there was a strange feeling. The years and rivers seemed to be passing by him quickly. He seemed to have broken through the limitations of Time and Space. He felt like he had crossed the ancient times. Great Desolate Era, as if returning to the chaos… This ancient demon palace, there is a huge strange wave, the roar of the gods, the roar of the demons, Spiritual God’s desperate mood fluctuations before death, as if Since 10,000 years ago, grandiose came through time and space, and then the mood swings of ancient Fiendgod rushed out of this mysterious World and rushed towards all corners of God Realm.

In this brief moment, God Realm is where many metaphysical realms are located, and many generations of superpowers seem to have sensed a huge sense of sorrow. It seems that everyone is affected by this emotion and infected, all Powerhouse is full of despair.

Xiao Yan’s heart seems to have been passed down through the ages.

“God is dead, the demon is destroyed…”

“The sky is broken, the ground collapsed…”