Archfiend Chapter 599: : Killing intent 0 years ago

"The prince of the Tirasong family, the Phoenix of Fire. Sitting in the Strait of Gibraltar. Kill all non-European and American monks who are trying to get their hands on the Tower of Babel." Lawrence's voice sounded in the room: "Please be at ease and keep your best Sincere respect."

The speed of the spaceship slowed down significantly, and slowly flew past the old man tasting the void. After passing through, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. That intangible but substantive majesty has almost stopped the heart just now.

This is the power of the prince.

Even if you sit here without saying a word, no one dares to be presumptuous.

The floating boat continued to move forward, half an hour later, followed by a gentle pause. Xu Yangyi took a deep breath, met Zhao Ziqi's eyes, and nodded vigorously. Then disappeared into the room together.

Three seconds later, they had appeared outside the floating boat, and all the princes, as well as the team they led, stopped two kilometers away.

Just when he got off the floating boat, his spiritual sense seemed to be stabbed by a needle, and he subconsciously looked back at a place.

Savidien VI!

The leader of the Covinus family is actually Savidian VI!

He came back alive from Jerusalem!

The other party didn't speak, just a humiliating scar on his old face, from the left forehead to the right cheek, making his face look terrifying. At this moment, he just looked at Xu Yangyi deeply, licked his scarlet tongue, and wiped it on his neck with his hand.

"Treasure your only time, kid..." His cold voice broke into Xu Yangyi's spiritual sense roughly: "Now, you even kneel down and beg for mercy, and you have the opportunity to be the grandfather's guard dog. No more..."

Xu Yangyi sneered, his eyes turned to the front. Except for Savidien VI, no one is still in his mood at the moment. Lawrence nodded towards him, and before he could speak, a hoarse voice came from the front: "Interesting."

"For nearly two thousand years, it is worthy of being the Tower of Babel. There is even this kind of power... interesting and very interesting." Scolis was the first to fall to the ground and raised his eyebrows: "Everyone, Don’t come down and have a look?"

"Brother? What's the matter?" Zhao Ziqi asked suspiciously.

Xu Yangyi didn't answer, but squinted at the ground.

The wind blew quietly, and suddenly the corner of his eyes jumped. A stone bounced, but it was quietly shattered in mid-air.

All around, it was still quiet, but there was something invisible that shattered this fragment in an invisible place.

"Don't go down." Xu Yangyi grabbed the railing and turned over and jumped off: "There is weirdness under this."

"Boom!" He fell to the ground like a meteor. As soon as the foot stepped on the ground, countless sounds rang in my ears. Then, everything in front of me began to blur.

In an instant, the light years changed, Huang Zhongda Lu resounded in his ears, and the golden horse was in front of his eyes.

"I, Jiang Shang, Tai Gongwang, swear an oath here, the first great calamity after entrusting the gods, I swear to pacify!"

"I, Zhang Daoling of Qingcheng Mountain, swear here that I will not repel the enemy and will never fly!"

"I, Hercules, the first Greek warrior, swear with my life. I will defend the dignity of this world."

"I swear by the name of the Father, the first Pope, Saint Lawrence, will purify them with the Holy Light."

"I, Abel Covinus." "My name is Cain Tagule." "St. Peter." "St. Andrew." "I... Twenty-Five Saints Sea." "Ibrahim the father of all saints." "Prophet Moses." "Qufu Kongsheng family is here." "Xun Sheng." "Meng Sheng." "Amaterasu." "Monthly reading."

He seemed to see each figure, all half-kneeling on the ground. Every figure of them, even through the fog of history, felt breathless. That kind of indomitable strength, announcing the passing glory of the earth.

His eyes were blurred, and he also saw...Behind these famous saints in history, there was a group of people who looked at him also unforgettable. If it was normal, his heart would beat wildly at a glance, but now, behind the extremely terrifying figures in the front, the figures of thousands of people behind are no longer so scary.

Further on, there are a few large phalanx troops under pressure!

He saw Taoist priests, all blue-shirted swords, wearing a bun. There are also monks, as well as the Paladins of the Vatican, as well as the Inquisition in Jerusalem, the heavy cavalry of the Roman Empire... Countless monks have formed a colorful trend, perhaps not high in rank, but the opponent The spirit of generous death can be felt thousands of years later.

Thousands of miles, majestic and majestic.

His eyes are slightly red.

It is these people who, in succession, used their lives to repel the offensive of the True Martial Realm. The two worlds fought and the earth triumphed. In the end, only mess was left.

If, three hundred years later, Zhenwu returns, can anyone resist them?

Three hundred years later, is there still such a brave monk?

He asked himself, can it be done?

The answer in my heart is the ability without hesitation.

The picture is gradually fading. This is an obsession that spans nearly two thousand years. Perhaps, this is something the predecessors left for future generations to see. Tell them that there is such an enemy hidden in the plane that has been watching here. There is such a group of people who threw their heads and sprinkled their blood thousands of years ago to fight down the beautiful rivers and mountains of the earth.

"No one has died in life since ancient times, and keeps his loyalty and history." He murmured.

One by one voice, even if he had been prepared, they shocked his blood flow backwards.

Perhaps, it's not countercurrent, but passion.

With red eyes and gritted teeth, he immediately took out Xuan Yidan and swallowed it. An icy aura rushed straight to the heavenly spirit cover, which made it feel better.

And the surrounding...Every grand prince looked solemn, his whole body exploded with aura, and he suppressed the monks under him.

This is the Tower of Babel.

Even in the past few thousand years, this place is still a solemn holy place.

Everyone fell to the ground, except for Skorius, everyone stood in place like a lightning strike, and even a look of reverence from the heart appeared on everyone's face.

Scolis sneered and turned his head.

A bunch of waste...

The dead are just corpses. What is left? Ashes? For a tomb, that is his paradise, needs living people to admire?

It is better to admire these dust two thousand years ago than to worship yourself, the king of the dead.

"Go down." Scolis said coldly to the six people behind him.

"Yes..." Despite the countless unwillingness in his heart, his six disciples fell on the sand.

"Go over." Skorius said without a trace of emotion: "Whoever dares to retreat, the prince will kill him."

"Brush..." The wind brought a piece of yellow sand, and the six people shook together, but they still gritted their teeth and walked over.

Five hundred meters...a thousand meters...just as they entered one thousand and one meters, six people, unexpectedly, their heads flew up, bright red blood stained the yellow sand, and full of spray One meter tall! No screaming, and fell to the ground at the same time!

"Papa......" The heads fell evenly behind them, all aimed at their positions, still retaining the expression before death. It's like a demonstration, like a deterrent.

There is dead silence.

All the princes, including Xu Yangyi, instantly recovered from the shock and took a step back together.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Zhao Ziqi also came down, afraid to land in mid-air, and said in shock, "What happened just now? There is no spiritual fluctuation at all!"

Xu Yangyi stared solemnly: "Murderish."

"Huh?"

"Around this tower, there are endless murderous auras. It is as strong as a weapon. The Great Duke of Terror just stepped on landmines with his disciple body. These murderous auras almost formed a barrier with a range of one kilometer."

Scores slowly walked up step by step.

Six disciples died tragically in front of him, and he didn't seem to feel anything. Just as he walked over, he took off his robe.

"The Decree of Death." He snapped a palm. A pale rune spread wildly from his palm, spinning wildly, spreading for thousands of meters in an instant. There was a sound of "Kakaka", under the desert, countless white bones stood still, encircling nearly a thousand meters, just after the six monks who had just been sacrificed in blood.

"Like to kill?" Skorius smiled sternly on his deadly face: "The prince let you kill enough!!"

"Sun Luo Hell!!"

"Kakaka!" Countless skeletons, two groups of underworld fire in their eyes, thousands of them, all connected to the infinite black aura lingering around him at this moment, like a demon in the hands of Skorius, he seemed The master of the marionette, the sea of ​​skeletons made a clicking sound, rushing to the Tower of Babel frantically!

"Swipe Lala!!" This time, not only Xu Yangyi and Grand Duke~IndoMTL.com~Zhao Ziqi saw them all, just as countless skeletons rushed to a range of one kilometer, a white brilliance swept everything ! With an incomprehensible and invincible speed, Majestic, within a kilometer of a radius, the bones stood still.

Immediately after... Qi Qi turned into powder, shattered to the ground!

"This is!" Lawrence's eyes flashed and his heart almost stopped beating.

At that moment, a vague figure, wearing an ancient Chinese robe, with his back on his back, drew out the long sword he was carrying at an incomprehensible speed, and raised his hand.

Following... is that exaggerated aperture, a sword spanning two thousand years, two thousand years later, without people, the remaining sword intent can break the magic of Skorius in seconds!

"x...do you...know who he is?" Lawrence said in shock. He could not imagine, what sword intent could travel through thousands of years? Even the Grand Duke could not resist.

Xu Yangyi shook his head. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would also be unbelievable.

"Very good..." A crazily red splashed across Scolis' pale face: "The first one... Let me see how much you can have!"

"Dead souls, dare to show off in front of the dead monarch? I care who you are, and you die when you die. It is your duty to give to the living!"

"Boom boom boom!" Behind him, the yellow sand surged like a huge wave, one by one, skeleton horses, headless knights, and skeleton shield soldiers. This time, a whole army appeared!

"Up."

Scolis waved his hand and the undead screamed and jumped on. The ocean of bones.

With the constant aura shining, everyone can see the complete Tower of Babel. Countless weapons were inserted on it. Some have strange shapes and even swords, guns and halberds. Many withered bones hung on the swords. There were cracks and dark blood stains that would not disperse after thousands of years.