War Sovereign Soaring The Heavens

The hidden squad is a kind of ‘inscription array’ that can hide other arrays of inscriptions. Only the ‘inscriptions’ who have spiritual strength above the royal emperor can be inscribed and arranged.

If Duan Lingtian is not an inscription, he just couldn’t find the illusion of a hidden array.

Because he is an inscription artist and an excellent inscription artist.

So, when Lu Zhi and the wretched middle-aged entered the "magic array" and touched the ‘secret array, the spiritual power that he extended all the time came to the fore.

Because of this, he can stop in time and not fall into the illusion.

"You are also the ‘Inscription Editor?’

When I heard Duan Lingtian’s words, the old man’s pupil suddenly shrank and his face was stunned.

In the past, he deliberately went to understand the purple youth in front of him.

So, he knows that the young people of Ziyi once killed a landlord who has a cultivating illusion of the eightfold, knowing that the strength of the purple youth is very strong.

Strong strength, but also ‘one product refining pharmacist’, so enchanting, so that he could not help but feel shocked.

And now, listen to the meaning of the purple clothes youth.

He is still an ‘inscriptionist’?

And, it’s still an inscription artist who can find ‘hidden array’!

"What do you think?"

Dong Lingtian asked.

"Hey! Duan Lingtian, whether you are an ‘Inscription,’ you are destined to die today!”

At this time, Lu Song, the old man, spoke up, his voice was cold, and there was a chill of bones.

At the same time as Lu Song’s opening, he saw the ultimate hatred and killing between the eyes of Duan Lingtian.

I can’t wait for the paragraphs to be smashed and smashed!

"Lu Song."

Duan Lingtian looked at Lu Song and his eyes started. "One thing, I am very curious... How do you know that I will come here? And I have arranged the 'Magic Array' in advance."

"I asked myself if my eyes are not bad... that guy, definitely not yours!"

Speaking of this, Duan Lingtian looked at the old man next to Lu Song.

The illusion is arranged by the old man.

The illusion is a 'phantom array' that blends with the hidden array. It is extremely troublesome to arrange, and it takes a few hours to complete.

The ‘that guy’ in Duan Lingtian’s mouth is naturally the wretched middle age who brought him here.

First of all, Duan Lingtian can be sure.

The wretched middle-aged, not Lu Song’s person.

Otherwise, he couldn't find any clues.

Because of this, he was surprised.

If the wretched middle-aged is not Lu Song’s person, why did Lu Song and the old man around him come here early?

Even, they arrived here earlier than they did.

This can be seen from the 'phantom array' they have laid out.

"The straw bag? He is naturally not ours."

Lu Songluo stared at Duan Lingtian and sneered: "He is just a piece of chess that I use... In addition, you don't really think that there is a 'herb' you want here?"

"Hmm?"

Lu Song’s words made Duan Lingtian’s brows wrinkle. “What do you mean by this?”

In the heart of Duan Lingtian, there is something wrong with the faint feeling.

"Close the old, you tell him... let him die and be an understanding ghost! However, you must hurry up, lest the 'Lu Zhi' break out, then we will kill him. ."

Lu Song slowly opened his mouth and said to the old man around him.

He looked at Duan Lingtian's gaze, as if he was watching a dead person, "Duan Lingtian, killing my brother... Today is your death! I will let you die in regret and despair."

After muttering to himself, Lu Song’s eyes are even more killing.

"Yes, young master."

The old man respected the voice and looked at Duan Lingtian. He said coldly: "Duan Lingtian, you are an ‘inscription sergeant’, have you not understood it yet?”

"Here, there is nothing you want!"

The old man spoke openly, and the sound seemed to be turned into a giant hammer on the chest of Duan Lingtian, hitting Duan Lingtian's face ugly.

"There is no 'definite soul grass'?"

Duan Lingtian took a deep breath, and he did not know himself in the game. The idea of ​​this moment became clear, and his thoughts in his mind turned sharply.

A moment, he seems to think of something, the pupil shrinks.

"You... have you calculated it from the beginning?"

Duan Lingtian looked at Lu Song and the old man, and he asked, obviously what he had guessed.

"It seems that you are not stupid."

Lu Song sneered.

"The guy, in fact, did not see the 'definite soul grass', nor did he encounter the virtual world of the guardian 'definite soul grass'. The monsters he saw were all arranged by you. False mirror in the Magic Array, is it?"

Dong Lingtian eyes locked on the old man and asked quietly.

"Yes!"

The old man said with a blank expression: "If he meets the real ‘the emptiness of the peaks and monsters’... Do you think that the waste can escape?”

The 'waste' in the old population is the wretched middle age that brought Ling Tian to come here.

"Sure enough."

Dong Lingtian’s face was sinking and he couldn’t help but laugh at himself.

He had previously thought that his luck was good. He first got the ‘solid soul root’ needed for the day dance, and then received the news about ‘definite soul grass’.

It turns out that there is no ‘definite soul grass’!

The wretched middle-aged ‘definite soul grass’ is nothing but a false illusion that appears in the illusion array arranged by the old man around Lu Song, including what the virtual world’s peaks and monsters are also fake.

All this is just Lu Song’s ‘conspiracy’ against him.

As for Lu Song’s purpose, he can naturally guess that it is nothing more than revenge for Lu Hao.

Lu Hao, is Lu Song’s younger brother.

Although, the last time I saw Lu Song, Lu Song did not show any hatred on the surface, but his spiritual strength was still aware of the hatred that Lu Song deliberately concealed.

Hate, the deeper you hide, the more terrible it is.

Today's business undoubtedly illustrates this.

" Originally, everything went according to plan... But, to our surprise, you didn't even enter the 'magic array'."

The old man continued.

In the original plan, in his plan with his young master, it was to let Duan Lingtian enter the magic array and then kill Duan Lingtian.

Just, they never imagined that Duan Lingtian actually discovered the 'magic array'.

"He can't enter the 'magic array', it doesn't matter anymore... That magical array is not prepared for him. Now, Lu Zhi has entered the magical array we prepared for him, and it will be out for a while. Not coming."

At this time, Lu Song opened, and the sound contained a more icy cold.

The hateful hate, with a cold light, never left the paragraph Ling Tian.

Lu Zhi, Lu Jia protects the elders, and the Emperor of the Emperor.

The old man around him is also a strong emperor of the Wu Emperor, but once he is on Lu Zhi, he is not too sure.

Now, Lu Zhi is trapped in a 'magic array', but there is no way to protect Duan Lingtian.

In his opinion.

Dong Lingtian, already the fish on his chopping board, let him slaughter.

"Duan Lingtian...Now, have you especially regretted killing my brother ‘Lu Hao’?”

Lu Song looked at Duan Lingtian and asked coldly.

Next, after waiting for Ling Tian to respond, he continued: "Even if you regret it, it is useless! Today, I will let you die in death... to comfort my brother in the Spirit of Heaven!"

Speaking later, Lu Song’s voice became colder and colder.

"Repent?"

In the face of Lu Song, who was stunned by hatred, Duan Lingtian was calm and faint: "I am sorry... other things, I may regret it. Kill your brother 'Lu Hao', but I have never No regrets, even now."

Dong Lingtian’s words are undoubtedly a slap in the face of Lu Song.

"You are looking for death!"

Lu Song doubles and shrinks, glaring at the section Ling Tian, ​​full of killing in tone.

"What? Do you want to do it to me?"

In the face of Lu Song, who was exposed to the cold, Duan Lingtian smiled and looked at him with great interest.

Lu Song heard, his face sank, cold voice: "I will naturally do it for you...but not now!"

"Hmm?"

Dong Lingtian, I don’t know what Lu Song said.

Soon, he knew why Lu Song would say that.

"Off the old, you abolish his Dantian, don't kill him! I will torture him slowly and let him die in despair."

Lu Song looked at the old man around him, and some said that he was gnashing his teeth.

"Yes, young master."

The old man responded to the sound, and he looked at Duan Lingtian. The strength of his body was rising, and his voice was so vast that he set off a wave of screaming people and whistled.

For a time, the flowers and plants in the canyon were blown low.

Hey!

At the same time, above the empty head of the old man, the power of heaven and earth is turbulent and gathers into a vision of heaven and earth.

Two thousand heads of ancient horned dragons, falling and falling.

Only by Yuanli, it is comparable to the power of 2,000 ancient horned dragons.

This is the symbol of 'the martial art is a heavy one'.

However, it's all over.

Boom!

The soaring white flame of the old man, instantly discolored, turned into a fiery red, rushing up, setting off the white fog in the canyon turned red.

Call!

Before the void, there are two thousand ancient horned dragons.

A great kingdom of fire!

At the same time, in the flames of the sky around the old man's body, there was a purple electric snake-like cymbal, and a blue hurricane.

It is another 2,000 ancient horned dragons.

The concept of the nine-high high-order thunder!

The concept of nine high-end winds!

"Duan Lingtian, have you never thought of it? Guan Lao is a powerful ‘Wuhuang strongman’... It’s easy to kill you!”

Lu Song’s proud laughter.

At the same time, he looked at Duan Lingtian.

In his view, Duan Lingtian is definitely a look of horror and despair.

Just, when he saw that Duan Lingtian still had a calm face, the screaming laughter came to an abrupt end, and his eyes were a bit shy and his face was suddenly white and white.

"Close the old, do it!"

Under the anger, Lu Song violently screamed.

Boom!

A burst of air blew, emitting a sizzling scent that spread out in all directions.

At the same time, Duan Lingtian only felt a hot breath, and he was almost suffocated.