Every hair is like divine gold: bright, bright, and sacred.

Her eyes opened and closed, and there was a flash of golden light.

The king's power, consciousness comes.

Next second:

Zhang Shuang's consciousness retreated in the corner.

Royal power, fully master the body.

Hurry!

Hurry!

Hurry!

A large amount of divine power was injected into Zhang Shuang's body.

This moment:

Zhang Shuang could feel that her body was getting stronger.

What made her even more happy was:

Her body is transforming towards a perfect form.

The filth in the body is evaporated.

[The first ancient god king power is coming, and you will obtain the body of a demigod!]

[The first ancient god king power comes, and you gain a flawless body!]

One by one, information comes to my mind.

Zhang Shuang cried with joy.

at this time:

The military masters felt the pressure disappeared.

The phantom of the God of Killing in their heads exploded instantly.

They got up from the ground, took the terrifying ancient god fire weapon, and pointed it at the god of killing.

at this time:

Someone asked:

"Third Priest, let's join forces!"

Click!

Click!

Royal power, moving limbs.

He turned around and looked at the military master without emotion:

"Stay away, don't die!"

The military masters were stunned.

For a moment, they felt creepy.

The third priest's eyes made them feel terrifying and in a great crisis.

At this moment, they felt:

The third priest is more terrifying than the so-called God of Killing.

call out!

The sickle is like the moon, like a hook.

Cut the neck of the royal king.

Dingdang!

Scepter, blocking the sickle.

The sickle bounced away.

The God of Killing's eyes contracted.

The first ancient god has arrived.

"How come his fighting skills are more sophisticated than me, the God of Killing who was born for killing?"

Next second:

Wang Quan stepped out.

He came to the God of Killing in an instant.

boom!

Scepter, the head of the God of Killing.

The God of Killing flew out.

Without waiting for him to get up.

The attack of the royal family seemed to be storm and storm, and it was coming wildly.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

A series of blows made the God of Killing confused.

He felt despair.

"The first ancient god was born a few days earlier than me."

"Why is he so powerful?"

The God of Killing is desperate.

but:

He still struggled.

He burned all his divine power.

He wants to turn the tables:

"I can kill you!"

boom!

Divine power burns.

He was desperate and bloomed in full form:

The body he occupied was burning.

The body of the sickle blooms into the deepest darkness and slashes towards the royal power.

"I, the overlord of the world!"

"No matter which world I am in, I am the strongest!"

"No matter whether you are a sentient being or a god!"

"No matter whether you are an alien or a demon!"

"Submit everything to me!"

Martial arts bloom.

Talent burning.

Blessings of divine nature!

Next second:

The scepter, knocked on the sickle.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding D

hurricane.

One second:

Three hundred and sixty-five attacks.

Click!

Click!

Click!
To be continued...