Chapter 932

The gate of hell is devouring wildly. More and more people are devoured mercilessly and finally turned into ashes.

The swallowing speed of hell gate is very terrible. A large number of practitioners are swallowed one after another. In a few seconds, tens of thousands of people are swallowed.

Even those who are strong in the realm of God can not escape the end of swallowing!

"Lord! Help me! I don't want to die! "

"What kind of martial arts is it?"

"Help! Help me, Lord

The army in the temple of the God King was so frightened that they cried and howled. They could do nothing to escape. At the moment, they all regretted that their intestines were blue.

The practitioners who were not engulfed in the back were secretly glad that they didn't rush up so fast, otherwise they would have been gone.

All the people in the Dragon God alliance looked at this scene in horror. They were all scared, and all of them trembled with fear.

Leng yunkong and the high-level of Shenwang temple were terrified. Their faces were pale and dull. They had never seen such terrible martial arts.

How terrible is it to devour tens of thousands of people in seconds?

The existence of hell gate is the representative of despair!

"It's not true..."

"when did the temple master practice such terrible martial arts? In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of people were swallowed up, and all of them were destroyed. "

"I'm not dreaming, am I? It's horrible! No wonder the Lord of the temple won't let us in. "

The soldiers who blockaded the temple of the God King were full of fear and disbelief.

The picture is too terrible to imagine. I would rather believe that it is a dream than a real existence.

Tens of thousands of people are killed in a blink of an eye. Who can believe it?

The appearance of the terrible gate of hell once stopped the war.

If Leng Hun is still alive, he will be scared to death by the dust-free hell gate!

"Hum! As I said, too many people may not be able to kill me! " Feng Wuchen sneers that the gate of hell instantly devours tens of thousands of people, which makes Feng Wuchen feel quite successful.

At this moment, the remaining tens of thousands of troops of the God King Temple, who dare not close to the wind and dust, pale and scared.

In their eyes, the wind at the moment is the devil who kills people without blinking an eye.

"Don't you think it's OK to rush up?" The wind has no dust to play cruel sneer way, between speaking, the hands already is the fast change mark.

In the gate of hell, the horror of death suddenly boils up, and then condenses into tens of thousands of bloody hands.

"Whew, whew!"

A lot of bloody hands burst out, and the speed was extremely terrible. With a strong sound explosion, they were not given any chance to react. They crazily grabbed the practitioners and pulled them back to the gate of hell.

"Run away!"

"No! Wind and dust stop! Don't kill me! Don't kill me

"Ah! Lord, help me

For a moment, the cry of panic spread again. In a few blinks, tens of thousands of practitioners were caught by the terrible blood hand into the gate of hell.

In front of the gate of hell, they have no chance to live, or even escape.

Their fate is in the hands of wind Wuchen, and wind Wuchen is undoubtedly the yama who controls life and death!

The terrible scene once again deeply shocked all the strong people present, but no one came to help them.

Their faces were as pale as hell.

"Gulu..."

no one in the audience could speak, and they were all swallowing their saliva in horror.

Fengwuchen alone with his own power, destroy the God King Temple 70000 troops, this is how terrible data!

Gate of hell, frighten the audience!

By means of terror and cruelty, all the remaining ten thousand or twenty thousand practitioners lost their fighting spirit and their courage was broken. They were scared to flee one by one.

In front of the gate of hell, life is so small.

"Brothers! Don't let go of one! Kill Break the dead space of Red Emperor, roar fiercely.

The elite officers and men of the dragon temple have been using instant movement to carry out the massacre.

The escaped monks, full of fear, completely lost their fighting spirit, wait for their end, only to die!

"Whew, whew!"

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

The next scene is undoubtedly the moment of the massacre of the officers and soldiers in the Dragon God hall. Where they pass, a large number of corpses fall one after another, with ruthless means.

Tianxianzi and other practitioners of the Dragon God alliance recovered from the shock, and then they took action one after another.

After the shock and fear, people in the Dragon God alliance were excited and excited.

The war is on again.

The situation of the God King temple has gone, and the terrible massacre of fengwuchen has scared them to death. Now the Dragon God alliance has launched a big counterattack.

At the moment, no one dares to get close to the wind.

Because of the horror of the gate of hell, the elders of the God King's temple, who are fighting with the dead jiuzhong and others, are becoming a little dull. Their mentality has been greatly affected."Don't the demons come yet?" The wind has no dust and frowns slightly.

The army of the God King temple was defeated, which could be described as a great loss of vitality.

Except for the cold cloud sky, other strong people have no threat at all.

In this case, the temple of the God King can't last long, but now we haven't seen the powerful demons come to support the temple.

"The wind is clean!" Leng yunkong is burning with anger. He hates fengwuchen to the bone. His scarlet eyes stare at fengwuchen.

"Boom!"

Cold cloud sky crazy rush to the wind dust-free, the speed is extremely terrible.

"Watch out, leader!" Xingtian panicked and roared, and the three men tried their best to pursue him.

However, the speed of the cold cloud sky is above them, and it is too late to stop it.

"Hum!" Aware of the cold cloud empty hand, wind Wuchen not afraid of the slightest, but evoked a scornful sneer.

Wind and dust gently wave, the door of hell will disappear.

Leng yunkong's strength is terrible, and the gate of hell can't deal with it at all.

"The wind is clean! Take your life Angry to lose their sense of cold cloud empty, palm condenses the energy of destruction, facing the wind dust-free is mercilessly smashed down.

Leng yunkong's palm is powerful. If it's hit, it can't stop ten thousand winds and dust.

Angry cold cloud sky, it seems that did not see the wind dust calm look.

"Boom!"

"Click!"

"Poof!"

At this critical moment, a dark shadow appeared in front of Feng Wuchen's body, and a palm met Leng yunkong. With a bang, the sound of bone breaking came. At the same time, lengyun vomited blood, and his body flew out.

"Master of the temple!" Yeqianshui and other senior officials were shocked.

A palm breaks cold cloud empty arm, and shock it into serious injury, what a terrible strong man?

All of a sudden, people in the temple of the God King were in despair.

It's a dragon!

See Yanlong hand, red yuan three people can't help but relax.

Yanlong's hand, the God King Temple will surely perish!

"A transformation of the divine realm!" Leng yunkong looked at Yan Long in horror. He never thought that there was such a terrible strong man behind the Dragon Temple.

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