After the words fell, Yan Wu had already stabbed Nan Qianqiu, who was already bloodless.

Yan Er was about to rebuke Yan Wu, a little girl, and dared to teach him his ancestor a lesson. Suddenly, he saw Yan Wu's magic spear facing him, and he was so scared that his whole body trembled and screamed: "That bastard is going to live!"

Yan Wu's breath was slightly stagnant, but the gun body that swept through Yan Mo's black light still pierced Nan Qianqiu.

Another level ten god lord... Nan Qianqiu's face was not covered with blood, and no part of his body was trembling violently uncontrollably.

How many level ten gods are there under Yun Che?

Why do the Northern God Realm, which has been suppressed by the Three God Realm and dare not even take a head for millions of years, exist so many monsters!

This is completely different from what the father said, and it is completely different from the Northern Divine Realm recorded!

Nan Qianqiu had nearly half of his life been killed by Yan Er. In addition, his will collapsed, he barely raised his hand in front of Yan Wu's power and was shot through his body.

The other two gods were covered in bruises. Looking at Nan Qianqiu who was shot through his body, their lips opened and closed, trying to rescue him, but their bodies only had a heavy sense of powerlessness.

The demon evil entered the body and instantly broke the countless tendons and veins of Nan Qianqiu. Then it was shot from a distance by Yan Wu and flew towards Yan Yi.

"Father... save me..."

Yan Yi stretched out his hand and grabbed Nan Qianqiu's head like an eagle hook. The domineering power of Yan Mo penetrated his whole body, sealing all his power.

Nan Qianqiu's whole body stiffened and then hung softly, hanging in Yan Yi's hand like a dead person. Except for occasional breathing, there was no movement in his whole body.

Yan Yi didn't move his whole body and grabbed Nan Qianqiu with his hands. With him standing beside Yun Che, no one dared to step closer.

"Qian... Qiu!" Nan Wansheng roared tremblingly, but was distracted by Yan Sanyi's claws piercing his chest, his internal organs collapsed again, and blood flowed all over his body.

"Do you still want to take action?" Cang Shitian looked at Emperor Xuanyuan and Emperor Ziwei with his face barely calm, but his eyes were flashing in chaos.

Emperor Xuanyuan and Emperor Ziwei's palms were trembling uncontrollably, and sweat was like a waterfall on their foreheads.

"How could the Taichu Dragon Clan......" Emperor Xuanyuan said softly.

"If you still want to help Nanming, I will never stop you. For example, you can try to help Nanming take back their young master from that old monster. I believe that Nanming's God Realm and the future Emperor of Nanming will definitely remember your great kindness... If they can survive today, hahaha."

Cang Shitian laughed softly, suddenly flew up and rushed straight to Nan Wansheng.

Nan Wansheng's whole body was stained with blood, and his body was no longer human under the severity of the power of Yama. In his desperate situation, he suddenly felt Cang Shitian approaching. His chaotic soul suddenly became clear and he screamed: "Help me...well!"

The power from Cang Shitian did not cut off Yan San's power, but hit his back heavily, and then broke out from his chest and burst out a large area of ​​scattered blood rain bone chips.

"..." Nan Wansheng slowly turned his head, and the dispersed vision reflected Cang Shitian's smiling face... There was no guilt in the smile, but instead he had a little unconcealed pleasure.
Chapter completed!