Heavenly Tyrant Martial Soul Chapter 11993: Moon shadow shot

Yueying finished speaking, and shot directly, and blasted the God of Tribulation Realm in the Hell Realm with a palm.

The violent breath shocked everyone present.

The God of Tribulation in Hell Realm was terrified.

With that slap just now, he understood how powerful Yueying was, and he absolutely couldn't be Yueying's opponent.

But at this moment, being pulled by Yueying's aura, he had no hope of escaping.

I can't even move my body.

Just now he regarded Ling Xiao as an ant, but now, he is an ant.

"Stop it, block it for me!"

Even if he couldn't move, he didn't want to wait for death, so he almost released all the magical weapons on his body.

He is just an ordinary Tier 1 God of Tribulation Realm, and has no real magic weapon at all.

"I'll save you, it's you!"

The middle **** refers to the weak who have the seventh to eighth ranks of gods.

Looking at the weak seventh-level gods, they were also blown away by Ling Xiao at the same time, spitting blood from the mouth, in such a state of embarrassment that even the true magic weapon in their hands broke away from their bodies and flew out.

The reason why we dared to help just now is because we saw whether Ling Xiao had beheaded the **** of the first-order **** in the white prison realm, and felt that Ling Xiao might at least be the robber of the seventh-order **** in Xiaosheng The **** of the environment.

Of course, more importantly, Nie Qing is too timid, this is the God of Tribulation in the White Hell, how dare I go to take blood?

Nie Qing snorted hotly, facing the siege of eighteen people, he suddenly threw out a palm.

Hit the target almost at the same time!

The middle **** hasn't appeared yet.

We are gathered together at this time, but it seems that we are quite divided.

"What!"

I didn't say anything after that, the weakest fighters who retreated to the source realm that time were too high-level gods, and they were all high gods.

I feel that Ling Xiao should at least be in the realm of the eighth-order **** position.

Totally unstoppable!

Moon Shadow's attack condensed huge palm prints in the sky.

The God of Tribulation Realm in the White Hell Realm shouted in horror, because Ling Xiao obviously didn't mean to let me go, and wanted to kill me here.

Usually I am reluctant to take it out and use it.

What a lunatic!

So, we are looking for a sense of presence.

Ever since I became the God of Tribulation, I have been the one who bullies others.

Boom!

In the void, several voices came one after another.

Although I was shocked by Nie Qing's methods, I soon became confused.

However, Yueying's palm still struck down.

That time, he kicked the iron board.

Among them, there are no two gods who are the most terrifying.

The weak first-order deity in the White Hell instantly turned into blood mist, whether it was body or soul, they were completely wiped out in that blow.

…

Ling Xiao said indifferently, and continued to slam his left hand at the weak person of the first-level **** position, while his right hand would strike at the weak person of the seventh-level **** position.

Let this fellow despair!

I hope that the weak from the King's Hall of Wujie in the distance can't come out to protect me. Of course, Xiaosheng has no weak from the Baihe Hell Realm, which is even worse.

I also don't have the ability to kill the upper **** with one palm.

But today, I have to use it.

The weakling of the seventh-level **** position was angry.

So in fact, Ling Xiao also has something to do.

Even if it's just the divine blood of a first-tier deity, it's incomparably precious.

The remaining eleven people are all high gods.

The best he has is the Nine Great Tribulation Realm Divine Weapons.

So I can only ask for help.

For the first time, I know what it's like to be crushed.

But now we understand that Ling Xiao didn't intend to kill this guy from the White Hell just now, and didn't mean to torture him at all.

They were all defensive magic weapons, and they were all thrown out.

The people around were stunned.

Crack!

Of course, I hate bullying the powerful, so that makes me always smooth.

But even so, those eighteen people are not very scary anymore.

As long as I kill Nie Qing, my face will naturally be restored.

When did the Ancestral Dragon Realm not have such terrible weaklings?

Ling Xiao's palm completely destroyed me.

The other person is the **** of robbery in the soul realm, and also a middle god, with a seventh-level **** position.

Don't talk about fighting, even standing up is easy.

The **** of catastrophe shouted in horror.

The **** of catastrophe who was seriously injured was roaring, and I can only roar at this time, except for roaring, I did everything.

"I want to think that he is the God of Tribulation!"

"No! You can't kill me! You can't kill me!"

Shocked and envious.

"Man, you must do things too terribly! If he dares to kill the God of Tribulation in the Upper Realm, he has committed a heinous crime!"

The highgod who rushed to the back didn't even have time to react, so he was blasted into a blood mist.

How do you feel now? Is it very frightening? Although not so few people wanted to save him, but they did! "

Especially those who are weak, they all hate being looked down upon.

Let's not talk about high gods, I can kill even a weak seventh-level god.

"Stop!"

"That's wrong, their ancestral dragon realm should have been destroyed a long time ago, today, no matter who he is, no matter how he struggles, he will die!"

Death in despair.

It's shocking.

A mid-level **** of the seventh rank roared.

Yueying smiled, rushed over, and collected all the blood of the God of Tribulation.

Honkai!

One is the **** of robbery in the realm of the White Hell, and Xiaosheng is the middle god!

Boom!

Crazy!

However, these magic weapons are not worth mentioning in the eyes of Yueying~IndoMTL.com~ I am only a middle god, and I don't have a real magic weapon in my hand. Ink's sword.

"I know the so-called!"

"Cute, the two of them are dead! Dead!"

"Who dares to intervene, die!"

I did see the existence of the next god.

"Looking for death!"

The magic soldiers shattered one by one.

I think fighting is possible.

And this person is not an eighth-level deity.

Ling Xiao looked at the seventeen people indifferently, then turned forward, and slammed his palm at the God of Tribulation Realm, a first-rank **** in the Baihe Hell Realm: "Does he really think you killed him? I just wanted to make him completely desperate.

It's a bad feeling to be watched.

The other seventeen people stopped.

Ling Xiao ignored me, but continued to kill the weak first-order gods in this white hell.

"Kill!"

"Hmph, look, the upper world is in a mess now, it's so wonderful, you will kill whoever dares to interfere!"

The frightening sword energy is released, and its power is terrifying.

There are none in the realm of the White Hell, the Realm of the Soul, the Realm of the Red Sun, or the Realm of Subduing Demons.

Nie Qing is very excited.

Can't stop it!

"God blood!"

I pounced on Ling Xiao, regardless of whether that behavior was despicable or not, anyway, today, I can make myself so ashamed.

The **** of robbery in the **** realm was slapped on the ground with a slap, blood spattered, and almost all the bones in his body were shattered.

Before that, a total of eighteen Gods of Tribulation Realm appeared one after another.

I understand too well, who is that man, I have never heard of it, so easily injured me, that guy is not weak?

At least that's what I thought.

"Bad and weak!"

Seventh rank **** position?

The blood of the God of Tribulation Realm!

But the statement behind the eyes is self-defeating.