And props are not a part of strength, the history of human evolution is the history of weapon reform.

In the dense forest farther away, the drug chaser heard his "brother" tsk-tsk: "It's nothing, you don't need my help at all."

I�m here for nothing. The drug chaser muttered, pressed the headset, and turned on the radio. The channel was quiet, only the sound of heavy breathing. Occasionally, someone murmured �Damn� and �This is impossible� in a low voice. raving.

The three views of the action team of the Nanming Branch suffered a strong blow.

Still confused.

Zhang Yuanqing manipulated the greedy general, picked up the yin-yang turntable on the ground, turned the pointer to the white side, and the 40-meter restriction on the covering side was lifted.

The three saints punished by heaven cannot die, and the conflict is the conflict, and the nature of killing is different. Anyway, the three of them lost face, and Zhang Yuanqing expected them to continue to endure humiliation after they woke up.

However, life can be saved, but the spoils cannot be let go.

Taking advantage of Palace Master Zhisha's desperate efforts to stop the demon hunter, the God of Greed quickly bent down and dragged down the heart of the sea and the lightning mark between the eyebrows of Osmond's neck.

Take away Xia Zuo's knight straight sword and patchwork doll, and then Hoover's enchanting perfume.

On the other side, Zhang Yuanqing strode into the area sealed by the black cross, and the power of the sun, sun and stars in his body suddenly froze, making it difficult to mobilize.

The corpses and imprints of spirit servants in the Sea of ??Consciousness also turned gray.

Yin corpses and spirit servants belong to the extension of extraordinary power, and if they enter this place, they will lose contact, and he can only come in personally.

Although his extraordinary power was sealed, he was still a normal person anyway.

Zhang Yuanqing walked up to the cross, leaned over, hugged the half-meter-long black cross, and stretched his back with all his might.

"Pfft~"

The cross was pulled out abruptly, bringing out the soft and muddy black soil.

Zhang Yuanqing put the cross in the inventory, and did not dare to take out the Little Red Riding Hood without the slightest pause, and put away the heavily tied Pluto.

And at an extremely fast speed, he brought the corpses and spirit servants into Little Red Riding Hood.

After all this was done, the wind howled above his head, making him stagger, and the witcher came.

He briefly got rid of the entanglement of the owner of the killing palace, riding the wind, swooping down like a supersonic fighter jet.

The executive officer's light blue eyes were filled with anger, and his expression was chilling and indifferent, just like a mythical and legendary god who destroyed the world.

He really wanted to destroy Yuanshi Tianzun, and his anger almost overwhelmed his reason.

The three subordinates teamed up and were defeated by Yuanshi Tianzun. As a superior, he could not accept such a defeat.

"You can't get away!" The witcher's voice echoed like thunder, "You can't escape my sight."

As the air force among the spirit walkers, no one can escape his tracking. The pupil of the sky and the airflow sensor allow him to capture the night wandering god, and the ultra-high-speed and long-lasting flight restrains the star escape technique.

Yuanshi Tianzun cannot escape.

Palace Mistress Zhisha was drenched in blood, stepping on the red silk and chasing after her, but her speed obviously couldn't be faster than a fighter jet.

The wind was strong, and the plants all over the mountains and plains were swaying, frantically like seaweed.

The wooden monsters on the treetops fell down one after another, looking at the sky in horror. They overlooked one thing. The real key to this battle is not the battle between saints. JrNovels.com