Archfiend Chapter 584: : Prince shot (1)

"Oh...fuck!!! fuck!!!" The moment Savidien VI appeared, he cursed loudly, and then immediately felt something. Kneeled down in a cold sweat, dare not say a word.

He...faced the gods.

He can only see the other side's bare feet and wrinkles on the ground.

He didn't dare to look up.

Silence, three seconds later, an old voice sighed: "Very good."

In the fourth second, the entire Jerusalem trembled.

"Swiss..." At the edge of the semi-desert Jerusalem, all the sand and dust lifted into the air. In an instant, they formed a dust storm full of tens of thousands of meters, and quickly chased them out!

"Swish!" A huge sandstorm blew across Jerusalem in an instant, and all the mortals stayed. Staring dumbfounded at the distant dust.

The majestic sea, vast as smoke, comparable to the most violent sand and dust in the Sahara Desert. However, there is no one in the city, with a grain of sand on his body.

"fuck..." A white man knelt on the spot with a plop: "I... I didn't believe in gods..."

"God..." "What is this..." "Is this the mercy of God or the punishment of God..."

Savidien VI, just felt a pair of bare feet walking by. Very old, but, like a prehistoric behemoth, he did not dare to move at all. Make him...white hair grows all over his face, almost showing his true shape.

Ten minutes later, when he could no longer feel the terrifying spiritual pressure, he stood up.

However, in front of him, the eight pairs of eyes made him almost want to rush up to tear the bastard!

"Savidien VI..." God said coldly: "Jerusalem has nothing to do with Europe and America. Can you tell me why you are here?"

Savidien VI clenched his teeth and couldn't say a word.

What did you say?

He already knows exactly why this is...Yiu Sheng...Yiu Sheng, this stupid pig actually died! And the summoning circle was still in the hands of the little beast. There is no way for them to tell each other what secret treasures the European and American races have. This leads to only Xu Yangyi knowing. Savidien VI himself did not expect that this is the secret treasure of which family shit!

In that moment, the other party summoned him. Of course he will come. It is his dream to avenge his murder. Unexpectedly, the other party used that **** secret treasure to forcibly shift his position. He was still being summoned, and he was actually replaced in front of a prince!

Now, after calming down, he realized that this is actually Jerusalem!

"Mongrel...Mongrel!!!"

Xu Yangyi didn't want to know what would happen to King Savidien VI. Now he only knows, escape, escape, and escape.

Chu Zhaonan, Liu Sheng was behind him. Chu Zhaonan was about to greet Xu Yangyi, who was shooting away like a meteor in the sky. Before he moved, suddenly, Liu Shengdanma beside him softened his legs and knelt down with a plop. Shaking all over, kowtow desperately in the opposite direction.

"You..." Chu Zhaonan was stunned, and turned around in surprise. At a glance, he saw a scene that was unforgettable all his life.

Sandstorm.

Incomparably terrifying, the huge sandstorm is the kind of huge that can only be seen in documentaries, and is beyond imagination. Sweeping from the entire Jerusalem, however, it was not a tornado, but a piece of sand, covering the sky and the ground, and yellow clouds filled the sky. Wherever it passed, the dust on the ground seemed to be ordered, and then flew into the air. Let this storm of sand get bigger and bigger!

Now... it has been several kilometers away, and there is no shadow in Jerusalem behind the Kuangsha.

"This is..." He froze in place, and Kuangsha arrived in an instant. At this moment, he felt like he was in hell.

I don't know how long it took, the sandstorm flew by, and he was still intact. Liu Shengdan beside Mather was trembling, sweating, as if he had died once.

"Yuan Ying?" Chu Zhaonan said in a hoarse voice.

Liu Shengdanma’s physiological tears flowed down, and he wanted to say yes, but he couldn’t make a sound at all. As long as he was a monk, he could feel the terrifying spirit inside that was beyond everything, even the golden core. force. He can only nod softly and silently.

Chu Zhaonan is silent. He has no spiritual power now and can't feel this terrible. However, he is worried about that person.

The pursuit and killing of Brother Yuanying... Thinking of what he asked himself to do, he couldn't help but worry.

After that, he jumped into the car.

"What are you going to do." Liu Shengdan was hoarse and could finally speak. In the past few minutes, he seemed to be a few years old: "In the past, it's death."

"Mrs. Yuan Ying personally made the move, he has already caused anger and resentment in Jerusalem... You... want to die?"

The answer to him was the voice of Jeep Yang, who was walking away.

Xu Yangyi ran forward with all his strength.

The dragon star group on the back exerted a 100% effect, turning into a stream of light in the sky, desperately galloping above the world map.

Syria, Turkey, as long as they can escape the important city Istanbul between the Middle East and Europe, there is a crucial buffer zone between Italy and the Middle East.

The Balkan Peninsula.

And above, there is a city called Greece. There, there is a second European and American family of gods!

"Just cross Istanbul... it's safe!"

Now, nothing can be kept, he touched his storage ring, and a drop of bright red blood appeared.

The Holy Blood of the Ancestor!

A drop of almost dried blood from the ancestor of Tagul, it can allow itself to travel a thousand kilometers along a fixed track!

However, as soon as the ancestor's holy blood was taken out, he suddenly felt that all the aura around him was cut off.

It's not complete, there is one more thing, then...it will take a lot of time to start. And now, every second is life.

"The Eye of the Elves!" With a touch of the storage ring again, a blue crystal appeared, and the scene behind him immediately appeared in his mind.

"Heh..." After only one glance, he couldn't wait for Dragon Star Group to be several times faster.

That...the dust storm like an atom or bomb exploded, chasing it at a faster speed than him!

"This old monster..." He gritted his teeth: "It's definitely not just the beginning of Yuan Ying!"

Suddenly, in the rolling sandstorm, countless pieces of dust were pieced together, combined, and within a short period of time, a huge human face measuring several thousand meters, all made of sand, had appeared behind him.

It is an old man with wrinkles, like a corpse about to go into the soil. He slowly opened his mouth, and there was even a human voice.

"Stop."

"Om..." Suddenly, the surrounding space actually began to become real at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a looming prison, quickly coming towards him.

"Say what you say?!" In his mind, Zhao Ziqi took a sigh of relief: "This, this is the power of Yuan Ying?"

"It's only preliminary!" Xu Yangyi gritted his teeth: "Otherwise, if he says stop, I can only stop!"

"But...it is preliminary and terrible enough!"

Yes... the opponent can't catch up with the dragon star group temporarily, but it will definitely be caught up to half an hour at most, and, depending on the opponent's posture, he doesn't intend to stop at all. And half an hour... definitely not enough for him to rush through Istanbul from Israel!

"My name, the white sand of Sam. Abdullah." Behind, the huge face that almost reaches the sky, calmly spoke, and the voice is like a bomber flying by: "Sitting in Jerusalem for seven hundred Eighty-two years."

"For more than 700 years, no one has dared to make trouble in Jerusalem."

"Mortal matters should be resolved by mortals. Monks, as long as Islam is in power, no one dares to cross the border of Jerusalem. Even St. Peter of the Pope would not dare."

"However, today, you, a tiny heretic, did it."

Xu Yangyi pursed his lips, with layers of hair on his back, and the dragon star group waved the brilliance of the stars, desperately instilling spiritual energy into the blood of the ancestor.

"Your entry into Jerusalem has long been hinted by God. I didn't want to show up, but you even dared to associate with Christians with dirty pagan tools. God sees everything, you...Go into heaven There is no way to escape."

Escape, escape, escape... As his last word fell, the sky in all directions echoed his voice. Immediately after...Israel near the Nevde Desert, in front of Xu Yangyi, all the sand and waves rise up like a huge wall of quicksand~IndoMTL.com~ I don’t know its length, its height, but it feels like the sky. , In all directions, all is a piece of earth.

Xu Yangyi's heart aroused a touch of desire. After all, the magic weapon is a magic weapon, and it is completely passive. The spiritual treasure can be met and cannot be found. His own realm is everything, and the rest are foreign objects.

When you encounter a real Nascent Soul, others can play whatever they want. Living creatures can eventually find flaws in dead creatures.

And the white sand of Samu has already done this.

"Brother?" Zhao Ziqi said nervously.

"Come over!" Xu Yangyi didn't hesitate, didn't use the holy sword, and the holy sword did nothing for the blow of True Monarch Yuan Ying.

Stay in place, a dead end! Knowing that there is the magical power of True Monarch Yuan Ying ahead, he must also rush over!

Heaven and **** are just a matter of thought.

"Boom!" The figure rushed directly into the wall of Sand Shuo like a meteor. In the sandstorm tens of thousands of meters behind, the infinite sand shimmers, and a hand of yellow sand is looming in it.

"The Burial of Quicksand."

"Kakaka..." All the soft sands congealed in an instant. Xu Yangyi was in it, and he could clearly feel that he was like a mortal being enclosed in a concrete wall.

"It's too strong..." He gritted his teeth, and Arudov's blessings were all activated. Even so, he felt that his body was horribly oppressed. This prince’s magic weapon, known as absolute defense, has finally reached its limits.

The piercing sound of clicks continued to sound around, and the golden light faded away, reborn, and then... quickly weakened.

An aura like a demon **** crazily invaded his body, even with the protection of Arudov's blessing, he felt his skin crack every inch. In less than three seconds, large swaths of blood spewed out of the skin. It was muscles and bones, which were unable to withstand such violent spiritual power, causing the consequences of cracking.