Super God

boom! boom! boom!

In an instant, a sperm warrior with a huge physique rushed over in the footsteps of the shaking earth, and the number was more than ten.

They are like mountains that are unreachable, even if the sun is blocked.

The besieged cloud flew up, and in front of a group of behemoths, it was as small as the small stones on the ground.

"Boy, who are you!"

A leading elite giant cried out in anger, accompanied by a nasty smell.

"Lying trough, it smells bad!" Yun Feiyang pinched his nose and turned the river in his stomach.

"answer me!"

The elite giant yelled.

"call!"

The breath came roaring, and the gagging bad breath swept through again, which made Yun Feiyang unbearable, flew up, and kicked.

"Boom!"

The leading sperm giant was directly kicked thousands of feet away, and then fell to the ground with a bang, his mouth slanted, his mouth spitting foam, apparently passed out.

"Boss!"

"Damn fellow, find death!"

The huge group of elite warriors suddenly raised their feet and stomped towards Yunfei Yang. With the burst of power, the momentum was very powerful.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

Yun Feiyang waved his fists repeatedly, and his powerful force exploded, flying out a mountain-like elite warrior.

With his current strength, he abuses these tall elite warriors and playful ones.

"So strong!"

The demon warrior hiding in the dark, witnessed Yun Feiyang easily solve the ten elite giants, shocked.

"call!"

Suddenly, a stream of light exploded from the sky, which was an elite giant in armor.

Because of his huge body and falling from a height, the wind has swept through before the people arrive.

In an instant, the surrounding collapsed buildings were swept away, and even large trees were uprooted.

Youmei (Bao Li) said: "It is the centurion of the elite."

The Nine You Jing Race is similar to the military system of human beings. It is divided into a commander, a commander, a commander, a commander, a commander, and a general.

The elite warrior who can be a centurion has at least reached the level of divine realm.

Centurions and Centurions correspond to Supreme and Heavenly Lord, respectively, while Generals are comparable to half-cents.

Above the general, it is the master of fineness, that is, the master of the three layers of hell, waiting for the master of the same world.

In the fascinating memory, there are five generals in the Jingzu before Wanzai, known as the Jingjing's strongest fighting power. (Except fine master)

"Centurion?"

During Yun Feiyang's speech, the elite giant in armor had flown down, and the big axe in his hand was chopped off. "Boy, hurt me, the price is death!"

"call!"

This axe really has the feeling of breaking the earth, and the space it has passed is almost distorted.

Yun Feiyang stunned: "This person's strength is only in the stage of turning the gods into the clan period, but the power is not weaker than the Nirvana period!"

"brush!"

Between the speeches, his hands were raised sharply, directly holding the heavy axe.

"what?"

The centurion's face changed greatly.

I have fallen from the sky like this. Inertia and coordination with my own strength are the strongest blows. This child can easily catch it!

"Oh my God!"

The demon warriors also widened their eyes.

Yun Feiyang smiled and said: "Big guy, you have no strength to kill me."

"Boom!"

As soon as the words fell, the giant axe suddenly shattered and turned into fragments.

"and so!"

Yun Fei paused, took a step, and drove towards the centurion who was about to fall, saying: "How to roll over, how to roll back!"

"Boom!"

A punch with divine power directly flew out the huge elite warrior, suddenly like a meteor, swiping across the sky and gradually disappearing.

"Gutter."

The demon clan warriors watched the twinkling starlight and swallowed.

...

That night.

In the temporarily built bamboo house, dozens of demon warriors marry Qiyue etiquette, saying: "Thank you very much, save each other."

"Hands up."

Yun Feiyang laughed.

The small demon tribal chief said: "The atmosphere of the little friend is very strange, shouldn't it be my Nine Nether Realm?"

"Not bad."

Yun Fei said.

The patriarch looked at the ghost again, and said, "This girl has my demon aura, and dare to ask from which tribe?"

Youmei said: "You tribe."

"what?"

The face of the patriarch and many demon warriors changed dramatically.

The Nine Nether Monster Clan lives in a tribal way. Throughout the ages, the You Tribe has been the most noble tribe of the Yao Tribe.

"impossible."

The patriarch said angrily: "Before ten thousand years, my noble secluded tribe had fallen. You as a demon clan, posing like this is really an unforgivable sin!"

"Boom!"

Suddenly, Jiu You's whole body shone with streamer, which turned into a word of "Yu" with a strange atmosphere.

This word appeared on the Continent of the World of Thousand Years, and turned into an enchantment, hard against the Lingwu Realm Master, and saved Yun Feiyang.

"This is... You Zi Jue!"

The patriarch and many demon warriors were shocked, and finally knelt down on the ground, shaking their bodies.

You Zi Jue.

The demon's mindlessness, only he and his children are qualified to practice, and this woman's ability to perform, must be related to the former demon master!

"Remember." Youmei said lightly: "My name is Youmei."

"Phantom?"

The patriarch was shocked.

Although it has been more than ten years, as a descendant of the demon clan, he still knew that the demon master had a son and a daughter under his knees, and his daughter was called Youmei, and his strength was the demon king level!

"See my king!"

The patriarch shouted tremblingly, and the demon warriors in the room also shouted in unison, with excitement and excitement in the voice.

The ghost is a bitter smile, and even the tribe can't protect it, and what qualifications do you have to be called a king.

"I have been away from Jiu You for too long. I need to know what is happening now."

The patriarch hurriedly spoke out the past and present situation one by one.

After the ghost has left for ten years, the Nine Nine can be described as a constant battle, and under the union of the ghost and the elite, the demon clan finally failed to keep it, and all three levels of **** fell.

Later, after negotiation between the two communities, with many strong men joining forces, all the nine layers of **** overlapped, and now they have the same plane.

The defeated demon clan became servants, dominated by the two major tribes, killing and humiliating at will.

Although ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ during this period, many demon warriors with strong bones shouted the slogan'Yozu vow not to be a slave', but they were ruthlessly suppressed.

Up to now, the entire Nine Nether Demon Clan has disappeared, and the number of demon clan living in the world is only a few hundred thousand.

Once thousands.

Now hundreds of thousands.

How terrifying the oppression and wanton killing of the demon clan by the two races.

When Youmei learned of all this, Pink Fist clenched tightly, and her charming face was covered with a thick layer of murderousness.

"How about my father emperor?"

"Demon Lord..."

"Say it!"

Ghostly sneered.

The patriarch immediately knelt on the ground, trembling with a voice, and said, "The demon master, his old man, has fought against the masters of the two tribes for several years. Since there was no news, life and death are unknown."