Su Ao tskated, looking arrogant and disdainful: "If I really want to kill someone, you think these rules can restrain me."

"You won't."

Qin Hao said in a positive and respectful tone, his blood-stained face smiled and pulled out a soft sword from his waist.

Under Su Ao's gaze, a trace of ruthlessness broke out in his eyes, and suddenly raised his hand and cut off his left arm shoulder-to-shoulder.

The blood-stained face couldn't tell whether it was pale, but the strong pain made the blue veins in his neck burst out. He gritted his teeth and did not scream, but made a pitiful whimpering sound of enduring pain.

Everyone around was stunned.

Qin Hao covered the broken wound and fell into the pool of blood and twitched slightly, sucking the painful cold air. Tears of pain surged out of his eyes, wetting the blood on his face, looking at Su Ao and sucking: "This is the price that mortals should have offend the gods."

I have to say that Qin Hao is a very powerful gambler. He successfully eliminated the murderous intent in Su Ao's eyes by self-harm.

Although Su Ao didn't know when the boring thing of the God Conquest had arisen again in the world, if there was a God's seal to give him the election, it meant that this person was a disciple under the God's throne and was killed directly before he ascended to become a god. It was indeed a bit unreasonable.

He snorted, without saying anything, but he did not mean to stay in front of everyone. He just glanced at Su Xie indifferently and said, "I have done everything I should do today. If I still want to use my work to do some boring things, that would be a delusion."

Before Su Xie could answer, Su Ao, who was covered in bad temper, flicked his purple sleeves and summoned a golden-winged roc from under the sky. His feathers emitted sparkling golden light and divine power. He was the first demon ancestor in the demon world, but was actually taken as a mount by the natural god.

He walked away, ignoring the people who worshiped him.

His little temperament has become. Now he just wants to return to the divine realm as soon as possible, to meet the strange goddess, and to sarcastically mock him.

The man you have been pursuing for many years is now being eaten by the little one in my family. It depends on whether you are angry.

Su Xie covered his little hand with his lips as if bored, yawned a lazy little yawn, and looked at the little prince on the ground with a depressed look:

"What a good method, I actually persuaded the big trouble to go away in just a few words. However, if he doesn't kill you, it doesn't mean I won't touch you."

Qin Hao sneered and pressed his forehead against the stone floor stained with blood, preventing Su Xie from seeing his hatred and resentful eyes at this moment. His voice was soft and soothing, as if he had not received the slightest impact of the pain:

"Look, God is so arrogant and ruthless. Master Su Xie, if you want to kill me, do you have to consider how to overcome this difficulty first?"

As he finished speaking, the oven filled with dragon blood flames exploded one after another, and the terrifying flames surrounded the black demonic energy, violently

The chaos and out of control gradually emerged.

The sky is like rain, burning the city and burning the world!

Huge fire balls cracked and exploded from the oven, and they were clearly just fireballs of fists, but they condensed and condensed a large number of terrifying magma flames like rivers and lakes. After they broke away from the oven, they rose in the wind and the sound was terrifying.

A ball of fire rushed towards Murong Heng, and Murong Heng raised his eyebrows slightly.

Without waiting for her to move, the black penis under her feet lifted her away, and her wings spread out. Her huge wings covered the sky, as if she had covered most of the sky.

The fireball hit its wings, and it gradually spread out like a drop of ink on the clean and calm water surface. It suddenly spread out, and with a sound of a sudden, the fire light ignited its wings instantly, and the flames enveloped its whole body.

Meishan made a shrill sound, as if the soul was burning.

The flames tempered by dragon blood and Taotie's evil spirits are not ordinary demon fires. Even its mountain spirit body is extremely difficult to bear. Its wings were quickly burned to bald, revealing its blood-red flesh and blood, melting and withering, looking extremely miserable.

Qin Haowu smiled gloatingly: "Look, if you don't want to solve the problem at this moment, this will be the end."

Murong Heng saw that his back was cold and flipped in the air. After controlling his body, he pointed his fingers and made a gesture of the Yu Lingzhi.

The other three mountain masters were frightened and felt even more distressed that they had encountered each other at this moment, and were about to rescue them.

They only obeyed the orders of Ling Tiansu and Mu Ziyou. They could only obey orders for Murong Heng because they had left Ling Tiansu's tribe's direct mark on her body.

They also agree with most people in Yong'an City about this empress, believing that she was able to have such a status only by relying on the favor of the lord of the tomb. She even felt a little disdainful of the woman who betrayed her appearance.

But after all, it is the woman of the Lord of the Tomb. Even if she fights her life, she will protect her in this battle of imperial power.

The Zhaoyu Ling Jue is extremely useless. Even if it is an experienced god clan, it still needs to use extremely focused mental power and time to pinch your fingers.

When this woman summoned Fanyu, Meishan would probably be burned to death if it was burned.

The two men were just moving and were about to rescue them, but three huge fireballs were attacking in the same direction at the same time.

The terrifying blood flames exuded the hostility of ferocious beasts and the dragon power of death. They were once the relatives of the Dragon of the Candle Yin, and creatures like dragons were born with irresistible absolute suppression of them.

When the bursting flames hit the sky, they had already turned into a sea of ​​fire that had crossed the sky. It was clearly only three fireballs, which actually caused such power.

Will die!

This is the first thought of the Lords of the Guardian Mountains when their despair was shrouded in their hearts.

But Murong Heng, who was not expecting, seemed to be frightened, her body was still motionless, and she didn't even chant the spell and inspire the guise, or it was too late.

Only at Su Xie's angle, she saw Murong Heng pointing his finger at the sky, holding his palm on the earth, and the purple imperial star sand in his eyebrows suddenly lit up.

A drop of rain comes to the world.

Following closely behind are millions of drops of rain, carrying the cold of late winter and early spring, a torrential rain that is not in the mood for the season.

Slam down!

The majestic rainstorm brought a hazy and peerless beauty to the world on earth. The burning wings of the charming mountain were extinguished by the heavy rain, and the sizzling fog and white smoke rose.

He fell to the ground dejectedly and turned into a feminine man again, but his clothes had been burned, and his naked skin was covered with burning marks and cracked bloody mouths.

He lay in the heavy rain, making a comfortable sound after being baptized by cold rain after pain.

The sea of ​​fire that storms in front of Chishan and Wushan was gradually extinguished in the rain column that was covered with terrifying and cold.

They looked at Murong Heng with a complicated expression, and were extremely surprised.

How did this woman... summon such a powerful rainstorm in a very short time?

"Cough..." Murong Heng's pale face showed an abnormal blush. Under his thin lips, an unusually scarlet blood spilled, and it flowed along her sharpened and beautiful chin into drops of blood.

The blood-spraying meaning was too dazzling and too scarlet. Chishan recognized it. It was the injury caused by the overflow of internal organs.

Her mind trembled and she suddenly said in a lost voice: "You actually summoned this heavy rain at the cost of transforming the internal organs?! You are crazy!"

Murong Heng's face was wet with cold rain. The redness dissipated, and only the excessive paleness remained between her skin. The wet and dyed ink hair was applied to her cheeks, making her facial contour more delicate and smooth.

Her slightly pursed lips coughed twice with uncontrollable and suppressed squeaks, and the scarlet redness washed away by the rain came out of her lips.

Xiuchang pale neck was stained with a slightly moving scarlet color due to coughing, although she was wearing a majestic female black dragon robe.

But she was born with a beautiful face, and her face was extremely beautiful. She coughed and frowned, and she was a little sick and charming. She couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

But it was obvious that she did not realize how charming and seductive she was at this time when she was tolerant and coughing.

The eyes of the pair of apricot blossoms, like misty rain, were a little indifferent and lazy and disapproving: "What's there to be a big fuss about? In the heaven, the newly promoted Rain God is obviously a difficult-to-talk master. He sets bans on his own rain domain. If it weren't for the kidneys as a sacrifice, the difficult-to-responsible master would probably not be able to borrow a single rain."

I speak casually, but I still feel so sad and scared in my heart.
Chapter completed!