Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 678: The Pursuit of the Gods

A small flying boat flies forward slowly, Wu Tie sits on the bow, Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin are cooking tea, Xiang Feiyu, Zhao Xiang, and Li Guang are drinking, Ma Liang is holding a brush, talking nervously Of writing and painting in the air.

Xiang Feixie and an ancestor of the Zhao family controlled Feizhou, flying aimlessly at a height of hundreds of meters above the ground, bypassing huge mountains.

In the battlefield, these peaks are the shortest and have a height of a thousand feet, and the highest can be nearly ten thousand feet high. The small flying boat can only be regarded as a low-altitude sailing near the foot of the mountain.

The violent wind whizzed past, the **** fog rolled from high places, and the dense jungle danced with the wind between the mountains. Occasionally, the old mountain apes made a sharp roar, causing countless birds to panic and hiss.

The air is full of almost actual killing intent, and there are faint shock waves coming from all directions, and people are fighting everywhere.

Blood fog shields the power of the soul. With the power of Wutie’s divine fetus, his power can only be released by hundreds of meters. Li Xuangui and the ancestors of the divine realm, the power of the soul can only Spread less than a hundred feet.

No one knows who the people fighting in the distance are. The flying boat can only fly around at will, looking for people ‘accidentally’.

On the flying boat, a small array of restraints emerged, and the array restraints were tightly rotating like gears, rapidly consuming the crystals in the vital energy furnace.

This is the case, the speed of the flying boat is only slightly faster than the use of the escape method, and it may reach the level of three thousand miles a day.

The flying formation in the flying boat had more than 90% of the power wasted and was swallowed out of thin air by the **** mist that filled the air.

Flying forward for dozens of miles, a few slow auras fell from above. Zhao Xiang waved his hand and the aura fell into his hands by itself. He glanced at the jade talismans in his hand and hurriedly said: "Master, there are a few erlangs in the Zhao family who are facing enemies in front of them."

Zhao Xiang scolded a few words sadly.

In this **** duel battlefield, not only the speed of the escape light was greatly suppressed, but the speed of the warning letter for help was also suppressed to the extreme. A few Zhao's erlangs met the enemy within dozens of miles away, and this Lingxin actually flew for a cup of tea time.

On weekdays, this kind of most urgent call for help is just the most common thing.

Wu Tie let out a whistle, rolled his sleeves, and put away the flying boat.

Including Li Xuangui, Yuan Qilin and Ma Liang, everyone also gave up the escape method, spreading their legs and rushing in the direction where Lingxin flew.

Ma Liang ran wildly, while waving his brush, writing and drawing in the air in front of him, while complaining'quickly': "To say, the old man hasn't rushed past with his legs for many years...this broken place , Why are the gods unfair?"

Before speaking, Ma Liang stumbled on a big rock and slammed a strong, crispy dog-shit.

The grand ancestor of the great Weimar clan, with his limbs spread out and embedded flat in the mud, his appearance is as pitiful as he is.

Wu Tie and his party did not turn their heads, nor did they look at Ma Liang, but Xiang Feiyu and several Qingqiu generals ancestors showed reserved and subtle smiles at the same time.

Ma Liang Lisuo stood up, put away the brush, and stopped writing or painting in the air, but honestly, following Wu Tie, and rushing forward with strength very hard.

Although it is a method of cultivation, it is after all a cultivation level above the third heaven of the gods, and the **** body is tempered with a certain amount of power. Although the running speed is not as good as that of Wu Tie and others, it is not slow, at least better than display. Escape's slow volley flight was much faster.

Running for dozens of miles, around the foot of a mountain in front of him, with a ‘boom’, a figure flew through the air, and hit a big boulder just a few hundred meters in front of Wutie.

Blood light flickered on the boulder, the armor of the figure shattered and splashed, and the fragments hit the rocks banging loudly. The man's two arms were strangely twisted, and the long spears in his hands shone with dazzling light, and they had broken apart from the center. Both hands were only holding a section of the gun.

"Ahu." Zhao Xiang yelled angrily, rushed to Wu Tie's front, leaped to the figure, carefully held up his upper body, and fed a Dadao Baodan into his mouth.

"Tai Bozu..." The body of the young man named Ahu by Zhao Xiang twitched slightly, and at least dozens of places were bleeding continuously all over his body.

It just repaired the door body and tyrannical body, and the internal organs would not die for a while, and Zhao Xiang fed a Dadao Baodan, this young Ahu's breath gradually stabilized, and then quickly strengthened from his dying breath.

"Taibozu... Dawu's clutter, they are very weird." Ahu swayed to his feet, dropped the two broken guns in his hand, shook his arms, and broke the twisted arm bones. 'To put it together a few times, and then began to repair the bones with the help of the power of Baodan.

'Dongdongdong' sounded three times in a row, and the three figures were vomiting blood, and they were hit and flew like Ahu, and hit the rock with one head.

The three young people who were beaten up were all about the same age as Ahu, and their cultivation bases seemed to be different. They were all half-step gods.

They were also covered in shattered armor, broken weapons in their hands, and suffered dozens of wounds. They bleed while vomiting blood, lying on the ground and convulsing slightly, but they couldn't move for a long time.

These three young people are also the children of the Zhao family. Zhao Xiang rushed over and poured them a life-saving treasure.

"Hehe, I hit the young ones, and the old ones... But, you people in Qingqiu, no." A ridiculous voice came from hundreds of meters away: "Back then, when Dajin was still there, you Nai Kang beats some... Dajin is gone, and replaced by you Qingqiu, why did you become soft all at once?"

Wu Tie looked over.

Hundreds of feet away, three military generals were ‘Jie Jie’ laughing strangely, and one of them was stepping on a young son of the Zhao family.

The injury of the young man was much heavier than that of Ahu. Both of his arms were broken at the shoulders. Seeing the rough appearance of the wound, it was clear that it was not cut off by a sharp weapon, but was violently hardened by someone. He tore it down.

The wound was bloody, but the Zhao youth was also brave. Although he was stepped on the ground with his head on the ground, his body was still writhing and struggling crazily, and his mouth was yelling.

"Boy, you have great courage." Zhao Xiang rescued the four juniors from his family, and then stood up and looked at the three great generals.

Seeing his family’s son Lang who was stepped on the ground and his arm was violently ripped off, Zhao Xiang smiled coldly: "Apan, endure a little bit of pain, wait a moment, Tai Bozu asks you to avenge yourself... Ha ha, How do they break your arms, how do you break their limbs."

Wu Tie stopped and stood on a boulder, staring at the three young martial artists coldly.

Li Guang stood hundreds of feet behind Wu Tie, slowly drew out his long bow, and placed three long arrows on the bowstrings.

Xiang Feiyu and Xiang Feixie are one to the left and one to the right. They are hundreds of feet apart, like a vise. They clamp the three great generals in the middle position. Any one of them can attack easily with just one swoop. To three people.

Li Xuangui, Yuan Qilin, and Ma Liang stood far away, hundreds of feet apart, at the foot of a small hill, and gestured towards this side with smiles.

It is clear that it is already in a heavy siege, whether Zhao Xiang, Li Guang, Xiang Feiyu, Xiang Feixie and the others, any one of them can easily kill the three of them.

But the three young generals of the Half-Step God Realm of the Great Martial God Kingdom, they were not afraid at all, so they were smiling there in time.

"The old guy looks a bit familiar... Well, I remembered, we were forced to recite from our childhood Dajin generals' pedigree, there is a portrait of you, the old guy. The Zhao family is too high for Zhao Xiang...Hey, Right?"

A big man with a height of about one foot and five feet, born with black hair like a black bear, laughed. He pointed to Zhao Xiang and said, "Well, yes, you are Zhao Xiang... The little ones are coming, and the old ones are coming."

Laughing and shook his head, the big man pointed to Li Guang and the others again: "Well, holding a long bow, Li Guang, the Li family...There are also two elders Xiang Feiyu and Xiang Feixie, you are famous Ah, we used to sneak up on the battlefield and saw you from a distance several times."

"However, compared to your status, the two of you, the elders of the Xiang family, are a little too close."

"Tsk, tusk, big battle, really...why, this is...An Wang Huoxiong? It's developed, developed, really developed!"

The black-haired man pointed to Wu Tie with excitement and shouted: "Two brothers, look forward to him, Big Sheep, Big Sheep, An Wang Huoxiong is here... What do you say? Heaven? It will really fall off the pie."

Zhao Xiang and others coldly snorted at the same time.

These three great young generals are too arrogant. Facing the four ancestors of the gods, they dare to give pointers so presumptuously? And there was no respect in the tone, and sure enough, for these barbarians of Dawu, their tutoring was very problematic.

Wu Tie smiled and pointed to his nose: "This king? Big Sheep? Pies in the sky? Three, you guys...Did you drink too much?"

Zhao Xiang, Li Guang and others laughed at the same time, and even Li Xuangui and Yuan Qilin, the two old magic sticks who usually don't change their colors, also laughed extremely happily.

Three little guys in the half-step God Realm, in front of them, said that their "Lord" is a big fat sheep?

It's like three little bunnies, in front of a group of tigers, saying that the dragon that this group of hungry wolves surrounds is a carrot falling from the sky.

It's ridiculous!

"Absurd." Zhao Xiang suddenly yelled: "How did Wu Ba teach his juniors? Even if we are an enemy country, you don't understand the superiority and inferiority that should be expected?"

"Up and down?" The black-haired man laughed wildly: "You are also worthy?"

With a loud roar, the air around the black-haired man suddenly exploded, and the ground under his feet trembled violently. He stepped across the void with an incredible speed, and then hit Wu Tie’s chest with a punch. .

This fist struck, the void was distorted, and the earthquake shook, and the blood mist in the sky was dragged by his fist, turning into a hideous beast head, making a harsh and horrifying roar, heading towards Wutie Swallowed it down.

Wu Tie only felt the darkness in front of him.

The sky seemed to collapse, everything around him had completely disappeared, only a huge fist came with boundless killing intent.

This is not what the Half-Step Divine Realm should have.

This punch completely pushed back all the tangible and intangible existence around Wu Tie. The Great Dao of Heaven and Earth was in chaos. Between heaven and earth, it seemed that there was only this killing intent and extremely domineering punch.

Raging power, absolute power, supreme power!

The purest **'s brutal violence turned into a punch that was enough to wipe out everything and hit Wutie.

"This is not..." Wu Tie wanted to say that this was not the power this black-haired man should have.

But the hurricane rushed in, Wu Tie could barely utter three words, and the hurricane forced the rest of the words back into his mouth.

Wu Tie raised his arms angrily, and crossed his arms to protect his chest.

With a loud noise, a heavy fist hit Wu Tie’s crossed arms, an unimaginable force hit, and the boulder under Wu Tie’s feet shattered--even if it was firmly protected by the blood of the duel battlefield, this The huge boulder was still shattered and exploded.

Wu Tie's body turned into a meteor, shooting straight towards the back, dashing several miles in an instant, and hitting the mountain behind him with one head.

The blood on the surface of the mountain oscillated violently, constantly making loud and dull thunderous noises.

Wu Tie's body was shattered with blood, and he plunged into the mountain, then pierced through the mountain, and flew out from the other side of the mountain.

Standing at the place where Wu Tie was just now, the black-haired man couldn't help laughing up to the sky: "This kind of power, this kind of absolute power, An Wang Huoxiong, is it enough to kill you?"

The faces of Zhao Xiang and others changed horribly.

This kind of power... This black-haired man's own cultivation is only half-step in the gods' realm. Compared with the Ahu and Apan Zhao clan's sons in Zhao Xiang's mouth, his cultivation is slightly worse. But the fighting power they broke out clearly reached the level of the fifth heaven of the gods.

The Five Heavens in the Divine Realm, this can be regarded as the top existence among the ancestors of the Three Kingdoms.

"Lord..." Xiang Feixie had the hottest temper and the most anxious, he immediately yelled.

The black-haired man stayed with his two companions at the same time.

What's the situation?

Xiang Feixie called "An Wang Huoxiong" as "The Lord"?

Uh, according to common sense, Qingqiu's generals, they can only have one master, and that is Qingqiu God Emperor Linghu Qingqing!

Xiang Feixie calls Wu Tie the "Master"... Are they trying to rebel?

Wu Tie was hit and flew, and his body smashed through a large mountain. He only felt that his whole body was shaking and his flesh was a little numb. In addition, a deep fist mark was made on his right arm.

The huge blood energy scoured the fist marks on the right arm. The pitch-black fist marks that were almost straight through the bones quickly dissipated, and the flesh and blood returned to its normal blood color. Shaking his hands, his arms were neither sore nor numb, leaving no sequelae. Even the blood stains on the skin healed.

Stepping on the strong wind and over the mountain, Wu Tie jumped down from the mountain and fell back to the ground.

Shaking his arms, Wu Tie looked at the black-haired man: "This is not your power... You borrowed the power of the heavenly artifact? Well, it's such a big handwriting. It looks like the sacrifice you sacrificed is quite amazing. Yes. But, why are you so happy to see this king?"

The black-haired man looked at Wu Tie solemnly, and with his punch, he had already exerted the power of the borrowed Celestial Sacred Tool Ten Directions to Exterminate Armor to the extreme, and he could not beat Wu Tie with a single punch.

"King An hides so deeply, you half-step the cultivation base of the gods, but the strength of the **** is actually comparable to the senior **** ancestors...no, you may be stronger." The black-haired man was a little anxious. Looking at Wu Tie anxiously.

Instinctively, the black-haired man felt the terrible power hidden in Wutie's body.

From instinct~IndoMTL.com~ The black-haired man felt the horror of Wu Tie's own.

It feels like a little bunny standing in front of the dragon. Although he couldn't see through the dragon's true body, he could feel the terrible breath.

"The Savage God Clan issued an order to kill you... the one who killed you can be called the next Great Martial God Emperor." The black-haired man squinted his eyes, watching Wu Tie vigilantly and cautiously, step by step. 'S slowly receding backwards.

"But, obviously, we don't have the power to kill you...So, let's hand over that kid, and then let us leave safely, how about?" The black-haired man pointed to A Pan who was trampled on the ground.

Wu Tie laughed: "I don't think it's good... You too, give me a punch."

Wu Tie let out a loud roar, and the surrounding world suddenly changed color. He slapped the black-haired man with a fist like a gourd.

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