When he suddenly woke up, Wang Xiaoqiang found dozens of "flower" monsters rushing up from the front with poisonous spikes. His palms came out at the same time, and the palms burst out and the electric light burst out. He thrust two loud bangs, knocking the dozens of "flower" monsters in front back to their original form. He screamed and turned into a broken "flower" vine and fell down.

Above, thousands of "flower" monsters were still showing off their charming skills, and the charming laughter kept echoing, making Wang Xiaoqiang unable to concentrate on his mind.

Wang Xiaoqiang's thoughts moved, and the Holy Way of Brave floated out of his body, rising in the wind, turning into the size of a city's "gate", floating above his head, with golden lights and thousands of ways. From the word "Yang", a figure of a saint scholar appeared. The saint scholar held a scripture in his hand and began to recite it.

At first, the chanting of scriptures was extremely small, almost suppressed by the charming smile of the "flower" demon. It gradually became bigger and higher, and then made a loud bang.

Although he was just a saint, he was like a million people. In a moment, he suppressed the charming laughter of the "flower" above.

Listening to the sound of chanting scriptures, Wang Xiaoqiang was no longer confused by the charming and charming "flowers". The spiritual platform was clear and clear, and his spirit was greatly boosted. He struck while the iron was hot, and his mind moved. The holy path of courage went against the sky and rushed towards the round dome composed of "flowers" demons in the sky.

As the moment approached, the lightning in the word "Yang" exploded with a loud bang. All the "flower" monsters that were hit by lightning or "wave" showed their true form, forming broken "flower" vines, and were even knocked into burnt ashes by the electric light.

Behind the round dome composed of the "flower" vines, Wang Xiaoqiang "pushed" the sword out. On the contrary, the brave holy path fell with a bang. When he reached Wang Xiaoqiang's feet, he stopped and hung without falling.

Wang Xiaoqiang jumped up and jumped onto the holy path of courage, stood with a sword, and proudly glanced around.

He did not escape because he knew in his heart that there was still a ten thousand-year-old tree demon that had not appeared. Before he defeated the ten thousand-year-old tree demon, he could not escape even if he wanted to escape.

The "flower" demons all dispersed at this time and turned into "flower" vines. The Wutu entangled Wang Xiaoqiang again. However, at this time, the patterned beast roared angrily, jumped up, blocked Wang Xiaoqiang's body, opened its mouth to look at the purple blood poisonous "flowers". The fire spirit technique was used repeatedly, and fired out,

A flame that was as solid as a substance rushed out, constantly sweeping away the purple blood poisonous "flowers".

The purple blood poisonous flower was burning when it saw the fire, burning, and smoke came out, and it jumped down like a scream like a "female".

After using all the tricks, Wang Xiaoqiang still couldn't control him. The purple blood poisonous "flowers" finally retreated and all shrank into the ground and disappeared.

Old Tian, ​​the four strong men, and the criminal were dragged into the ground by the purple blood poison "flower". The life and death of Old Tian and others had nothing to do with him. Wang Xiaoqiang ignored it. He stepped on the holy path of courage, stood with a sword, and looked proud of himself in all directions.

At this time, between the heaven and earth, only Wang Xiaoqiang was left in the mountains, and suddenly it seemed empty and silence, like a prelude to a storm. The quieter it was, the more nervous it added. The tension made the beast roar low, and it seemed a little nervous.

It is a blessing or not a disaster, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided. Wang Xiaoqiang firmly believes in this truth, so he did not escape.

really……

After a moment of silence, a voice sounded, "Boy, you didn't escape, you just knew what happened, but you couldn't escape..."

With this sound, a man appeared out of thin air ten meters in front of Wang Xiaoqiang. It was the Kunshan King, who should be said to be a clone of Kunshan King. Because the Kunshan King seemed a little illusory under his heavenly eyes. So I was sure that it was not the original deity.

"Hmph, if you have a kind of deity coming over, your clone is not qualified to talk to me." Wang Xiaoqiang said in a slanderous manner.

"Just you want me to show my deity?... You are too arrogant. Today, I will kill you if I don't move a single finger."

"I know you have hired the Wannian Tree Demon. If you have a species, just come..." Wang Xiaoqiang said without fear.

"Hmph, okay, some ability and some courage. The future will definitely be limitless. No wonder Changtianfeng valued you so much. It's just a pity that today is your death. Kunshan is your burial place..." After the Kunshan king's clone said, his sleeves waved and disappeared.

Just as the Kunshan King's clone disappeared, a huge roar sounded and came from the ground, and the ground trembled, as if it was an earthquake. With Wang Xiaoqiang as the center, the mountains within a radius of 1,000 meters were trembling, and thousands of trees trembled, collapsing, and the ground began to collapse.

As if the end of the world has arrived, the ground has begun to collapse, the trees have begun to fall, and the mountains have begun to slide in the tremor...
Chapter completed!