“He’s different from you!”

God’s face was full of enthusiasm and excitement, “funny enough, and strong enough!”

Why is God hiding in front of the old man and the Queen Mother of the West?

Because he is too strong.

Once you really go to the front desk, no one has to play.

At least the emperor can enjoy the manipulation of the fate of the gods, watching them struggle, sadness and joy, and the joy of despair and roaring.

Go to the front desk, the only fun will be erased.

But the white night is different, in the eyes of God.

The stranger, the stranger, had enough to contend with him—at least to make him feel a certain threat.

From the abuse of vegetables into a showdown that makes him excited, excited, and feels happy.

With this confrontation, there is no need for God to continue to hide his identity.

Behind the scenes is a pleasure.

Involvement in person is another pleasure.

After many years of being behind the scenes, God is tired of the former.

It’s time to start a new game mode.

The Western Queen Mother's body was broken armor, gradually restored to the original, the void was held, and a large gun appeared in the hand.

Black, thorny, sharp inverted thorns, and dark red blood on the body of the gun.

As soon as the gun came out, the sad and wailing filled this space.

The sky was red with blood.

It’s like being in a cold battlefield.

You can see countless souls wrapped around this raging black gun.

The West Queen raised her large gun and pointed it at the emperor, did not speak, and clearly expressed her attitude.

The old man sighed and looked at the emperor who could not turn back.

Gradually the face faded.

The three breaths rushed from the top of the head and stayed on the left, right and back of the emperor, forming three different people.

They are the golden-clad young men.

The Year of the Purple Dress.

And the white clothes that are the same as the old man used to be elegant and elegant old.

One gastroinsure three clear.

Not to prevent God from escaping, but to “attack”.

The endless pressure fell on the emperor's body, allowing him to face the West Queen Mother's gun.

There was no nonsense, and the big gun raised by the Western Queen shrank slightly, and then stabbed the emperor to the sky.

The blood of the sky, the souls of the guns, were gathered at this moment.

The shot was completely “drinked.”

There is no other color between heaven and earth, the power gathers a little, returns to the truth, and some are just a whistling sound of the void.

Three "too" hands to hold the law.

The original windless robe fell down in an instant, and the slightly swinging tranche also solidified in the middle of the air.

A black gun appeared in front of God.

The speed does not increase or decrease.

God smiled, looking up at the sky, the hands that had been negative behind him were hanging on his side.

Then raise your right hand, hold out a finger, and point it toward the blade in front of you.

It was like a thousand steel bars hanging together, and then the sound of a cracking came.

The old man’s face was white.

The day of God's forefinger, pressed on the blade.

The three old men took a step back at the same time and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The three figures disappear directly, re-infused into three groups of breath, and condensed into the Buddha.

The Lord stood unsteadily and fell directly to the ground.

There were some obvious signs of wrinkles on the face.

The emperor and the West Queen kept their original postures.

The Queen’s hands with the gun began to tremble.

The smile of God's face was unchanged, shaking his head slightly, shaking the trembling in front of him, and striking together, making a crisp sound.

The Queen Mother flew out.

The black gun was directly cracked, the fragments were black, and the strange place did not fly in all directions, but completely bombarded the emperor.

“Oh.”

The angel laughed and raised the other hand.

Seemingly slow motion, but the black flow of the broken gun is also fast.

Give them a bad feeling.

With a sleeve, all the pieces gathered into his hands as the emperor moved.

Hold the natural open hand.

After loosening, the black powder was randomly sprinkled on the white jade slab at the feet of the emperor.

The West Queen lay on her back, in a hazy mist, and with blood.

Her injuries are worse than the old man.

There is no movement around, but can only act as the audience of the gods and fairies, there is no "Taishan collapse in front" and "indifferent".

His face was full of horror.

I just felt a cold cold rise from behind and go straight to the sky.

It has nothing to do with the control of the list, so that their whole body is stiff.

Is this God’s true power?

The two strongest people under him join forces to show their strongest magic and use the most "sharp" exercises.

Can't do any harm to God?

It was as if an adult, easily sticking out his finger and overturning the two babies to the ground.

Is God really strong at this point?

The gap between them is like a god and a human being.

There was no chasing and killing two people who were no longer capable of fighting.

God stood in the same place and looked at the index finger that had just stopped the West Queen Mother.

The index finger's belly suddenly cracked out of a wound and spread rapidly.

Until the hand position.

"Oh?"You don't seem to be as bad as I thought you were."

God said with a smile.

With interest, he looked at the wound in the palm of his hand, and then the black blood flowed with the cry of the wrong soul.

Together they are evaporating.

The small, monstrous wound also healed rapidly in the blink of an eye.

It never seems to have appeared.

Seeing the last means of killing can only be exchanged for such an effect.

The Queen’s eyes flashed a look of despair.

If you change to what is a powerful extraterritorial demon and other characters such as invasion.

Neither did the Queen Mother.

The opponent is God now!

He controls the list of gods, and there is no powerful God.

They have no chance of God.

Unless...

The West Queen turned her head and looked at the “god of heaven” sitting in the chair.

The only hope is in him?

“Waste of it.”

White night looked at the gun turned into powder, and said slightly with a head.

So wasteful.

Take it out and you can sell it for a lot of money.

The emperor looked again at the white night: "The whole sky...the Lord, whether it is your true identity or not."Let's call it that for a while."

After a pause, he invited, "I want to play a game with you."

The emperor pointed to the gods and fairies of Lingxiao Treasure: "Here's 'people', you choose as you please, it doesn't matter to see who it doesn't matter, we're four or six points, you 60%, I'm 40%."

"After choosing, I will set them free for a while and let them be your subordinates."

"You take a batch, I also carry a batch, let's see who is the last winner, the last winner."

“Really idle.”

White night looking at the emperor, "Do you think you are playing a game of war chess?"

“Do you not agree?”God laughed, “It doesn’t matter, I’ll let you promise.”You know, proper anger will make you more focused and into this game."

I am interested in myself and the interest of the opponent is lacking.

Obviously it won’t be a fun match or game.

God waved.

Water mirrors form a light curtain.

Inside is the Meishan, which has already started the defense.

Not outside, but internally.

The face of Yang and Nezhu appeared in it.

The demon rope of the body has been untied by Yang Jin, and the golden rope is still tied.

But at least it doesn’t look like a troll.

At Yang's feet, there is also a black dog that looks a little dry and thin, which looks similar to the hound.

Undoubtedly, it is a dog.

It was turning around at the feet of Yang Ying, with an uneasy appearance.

"Give you some motivation."

God said to the lazy white night, not excited at all.