No matter how Han Sanqian struggled, the black energy entangled his body tightly, making him unable to move at all.

And almost at the same time!

bang bang bang!

Thousands of axes fell, and countless explosions resounded from Han Sanqian's body!

The Indestructible Mysterious Armor exploded, the purple light disappeared, the four gods and heavenly beasts also disappeared, and the golden streamer on Han Sanqian's body also dimmed.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood was sprayed out by Han Sanqian directly, spraying all over the sky like a blood mist.

"how so?"

Han Sanqian endured the severe pain of rolling inside his body, and stared blankly at the countless dead souls in front of him.

These guys are so unbelievable that they have copied themselves from beginning to end, whether it is the Pangu axe, or the indestructible mysterious armor, or even the magic energy of the sky fire moon wheel and the four gods and beast totems that belong only to them. Waiting can also be taken as one's own, how is this possible?

There is no such skill in this world.

Even if it is Wuxiang Shengong, this kind of supreme knowledge that is copied from Dacheng, but the copying is also extremely limited. Except for the direct copying of energy and exercises, those weapons, magic weapons, magic weapons, etc. are completely different. possible.

The real thing of the main body is destined by nature, it is impossible to be copied casually, otherwise, it is against the law of heaven.

"Surprised, isn't it? But, what's the use of being surprised? Save it and go to hell, and be surprised slowly." There was a light smile in the space.

"Do you think that you are the only one who can copy, but I can't?" Han Sanqian smiled suddenly, enduring the severe pain in his body, and when he was able to let go, the golden light on his body re-lighted again.

"Phaseless Divine Art!"

As soon as the words fell, the three thousand figures of the four Hans moved at the same time, using the four phaseless magic skills to directly meet thousands of dead souls.

"Roar!"

Thousands of innocent souls roared, holding a huge axe, rushing like a tide.

"What?"

Han Sanqian was taken aback for a moment, as soon as the Wuxiang magic skill came out, he slapped it in the air as if he had lost his spirit, not to mention copying any skills, even if he wanted to simply hurt those dead souls, it was tantamount to dreaming .

"This is impossible." Han Sanqian looked at his palm in disbelief, unable to believe the facts in front of him.

The Revenant copied his, why couldn't he copy the Revenant?

"Ants, nothing is impossible in my Senluo Hell!" There was a sneer in the space.

Han Sanqian frowned and looked around. He really didn't know where the sound was coming from, but he didn't dare to relax his vigilance at all. He held on to a golden light, barely resisting the dead souls, and said coldly: "Why is there nothing wrong?" possible?"

"Just because I am the master here, just because I want you to die, you can't live. Break it!"

Boom!

Wan Jun squeezed through the cover of golden light, knocked out Han's three thousand and four figures like sea water, and then turned back to the main body, and continued to row back.

Han Sanqian felt that his body was about to shatter. It was as if a person was suddenly pushed on the horns by ten thousand cows and kept flying.

"No, you can't be so strong." Han Sanqian gritted his teeth and said unwillingly. JrNovels.com