"Okay." The emperor and the empress finally sighed: "Since they want to watch the show, they are to watch the show quietly. Don't argue here, which will ruin the interest of the palace,,,,,,,,,."

The human king's heart suffered another 10,000 critical hit damage!

I am arguing here and there, and it is clearly a scolding. As the queen of the gods who are in the world, can you be so flirting with such a red mouth and white teeth?

If you say this, will your conscience really hurt?

Looking at the opponent in front of him, the solemn expression in Mo Qingkuang's eyes became more and more intense.

The gods have always been invincible in conquering all directions. Even in the battlefield of gods and demons, the gods have always been rampant. No matter what kind of opponents they encounter, they will push them directly and without exception.

Like this Shenwu Alliance, the Gods' losses have never happened before.

At this time, this chaos broke out on the altar, which had never happened in Mo Qingkuang's memory.

Facing Zhuo Junlin, even though he knew that he was wearing the Ancestral Dragon Clothes and was not invaded by all laws, Mo Qingkuang still felt a trace of danger in his heart.

There is never anything absolutely true in the world.

Originally, the "rainy sky thunder" became a powerful force, not to mention facing three opponents who were both in the God Transformation Realm, even if they faced three powerful people in the half-step realm of true immortals, under the already formed sky thunder, there would definitely be only a result of hatred.

However, Ye Chen and Feng Tianhuang fought against the sky thunder tribulation clouds to death, and directly used their supreme divine power to explode the thunder sea tribulation clouds that they had always been proud of. Although the two of them suffered a heavy backlash and their combat power could not be restored for a moment or three moments, their extreme methods had already sounded a dangerous signal to Mo Qingkuang.

"Your thoughts are very dangerous." Mo Qingkuang sighed.

"Since I set foot on the path of cultivation, I will never be in danger." Zhuo Junlin sneered: "Even ordinary creatures have to endure all kinds of dangers at any time. Today, even if they will die in the end, it is just such luck."

Zhuo Junlin raised his sword in his hand lightly.

The Chaos Sword was rumbling, as if it was sensing the sword caster's monstrous fighting spirit.

This sword of killing that has been famous since ancient times was a symphony of fighting spirit with Zhuo Junlin.

"Look, even the sword in my palm is not convinced by your high-ranking talent." Zhuo Junlin's voice was chilling: "As it is, let me see if I can kill the gods today."

Every step he took, Zhuo Junlin's fighting spirit became stronger.
Chapter completed!