The wooden wind has a long body, white skin, crystal clear, and a pair of Danfeng eyes is flowing. His eyelashes are also very long and look very beautiful, enough to make many women jealous. []

At this time, Mu Feng's mouth sneered with a sneer and stopped Han Ze's way.

Alas!

Han Ze didn't stop, waved his fist directly, and rushed up.

Now, the sacrifice has begun. If he does not save Su Xinyao, after the creature of the Spirit Star Domain comes, he will have no chance.

"Stop me to death!"

Han Ze's eyes were cold, his body was flowing, his right hand was carrying a black broken sword, his left hand was fist, and he turned into a lightning, rushing forward.

"Arrogant."

In the eyes of the wooden wind, a hint of embarrassment flashed, the white palms glowed, and patted Han Ze.

Between the wooden fingers, there is a black air flow, with the chill.

He knew that Han Zexiu was extraordinary, so he didn't hold it big, and he directly took out the true ability.

"Cover the magic palm!"

The wooden wind roared, and two sophisticated lights were shot in the eyes, like two sharp swords, and the hole was wearing the air.

Above his palm, the black air flow is solid and turns into a scale, wrapped on his palm.

Han Ze couldn't help but let the golden fist directly smashed up.

when!

Han Ze's golden fist collided with Mufeng's destruction of the magic palm, and he emitted the sound of gold and stones.

In the air, a circle of circular air waves appeared, like a sharp blade, cut the world.

At this time, Shen Cangzhi had come to the altar, but he did not act, but instead looked at it not far away.

"Overlapse of the magic palm is one of the hidden palace, even if I am now, I dare not take it hard." Shen Cangzhi is still considering Han Ze's strength today.

I once lost once in Han Ze, but now Shen Cangzhi didn't want to rashly shot before he didn't understand Han Ze.

Knite!

However, the next moment, a broken crack came, and the wooden wind was destroyed by the magic palm, and it was directly crushed by Han Ze, and the black scales flew.

There are countless cracks on the wooden arms, and the red blood flows down, exuding a pungent smell.

"you……"

Mu Feng's Danfeng wiped out, and looked at Han Ze in horror.

At this time, Mu Feng really understood that he still underestimated his opponent.

"You can't kill me, I am a disciple of the palace master."

Mu Feng said horrified.

Just one face -to -face, his destroyer was broken by Han Ze, and Han Ze did not use any magical power at all. This is just the power of Han Zechun's flesh.

Han Ze's physical body today is almost close to the practitioners.

"Who is the palace master?" Who is he? "

Han Ze was cold, his face was expressionless.

Oh!

The next moment, Han Ze waved the black sword and cut down the skull of Mufeng directly.

The blood on the neck of the wooden wind was sprayed more than one meter high, the headless corpse fell down, the face was unwilling, and the skull rolled out.

"My Holy Land Altar, how can you make you make it!"

Among the Taoist priests who recited the scriptures, someone stood up, sacrificed the magic weapon, and attacked Han Ze.

Oh!

On the other side, someone shot, and used the magical power to use the magical power and the runes. It was necessary to suppress Han Ze.

In the moment, dozens of hundreds of people shot, and Han Ze was killed here.

"kill!"

In this regard, Han Ze has only a simple word.

Oh!

In Han Ze's divine power, the divine power was boiling and rushed to the nine days. Behind him, he condensed the imaginary shadow of the eight -armed gods.

Today, Han Ze has exhibited the great magical power of all things. The imaginary shadow of the eight -armed gods turned into a solid and lifelike.

The eight -armed god has only one foot high, wearing golden armor, a head of a skull, each face is embarrassed, the fierce god is evil.

On the eight arms of the eight -armed god, there are eight different weapons.

"See me, see the earth, see all beings!"

The eight -armed god opened, and the ancient and difficult syllables were out of the mouth.

Alas!

Han Ze moved, rushing to the front with the Eight -armed gods.

The black broken sword was waved.

The eight -armed gods dance the eight arms, like the white mountain ridge, and the whole mystery must be broken.

Oh!

Those Taoists who rushed in front of the front, under the arms of this black sword and the eight -armed gods, broke it directly and turned into a pool of blood mist.

"How can it ..."

At the high altitude, although the owner of the palace palace is confronting Xu You, he also pays attention to everything on the altar at the same time.

At this time, when I saw Han Ze alone, he killed many masters of the hidden palace, which made him have to move. Is this a refiner?

You must know that those who recite the sacrifice ceremony also have several practitioners of the gods.

But at this time, under Han Ze's magical power, he had no power to fight back and was killed directly.

"Although the old man is not really refining, are you so big?"

Xu You took the shot, and the runes were surging, like a lake exploded, full of the whole sky.

The two were far away from the ground, otherwise their fighting fluctuations, I am afraid that the mountains and rivers in the secret land where the hidden repairs were in the secret land were destroyed.

"This kid is weird. Everyone, all show their own means, don't keep it."

"Yes, you can't let this boy break the sacred place."

"The ancestors were already watching outside the Star Gate, you can be embarrassed."

In the Hidden Palace, there are sounds one after another.

On the white jade table that sacrificed, one piece of sacrifice was sacrificed and turned into Changhong, and it did not enter the star gate.

In the universe where cold and silent coexistence, the three figures behind the sun became more condensed.

The appearance instruments in the spaces of various countries have recorded this scene and passed back to the command center of the earth.

Through the Star Gate, Han Ze can also see that there is a big star rotating in the distance, and three figures like gods stand on the big star, exuding the heinous and fierceness.

"Ant ants, if you live at this time, you can wait for you to give you a life."

Of the three of those three, someone finally spoke and directly targeted Han Ze.

Han Ze was speechless, and with a silver light in his eyes, he went straight to Su Xinyao.

Su Xinyao sat down the huge lotus flower, and was constantly petrochemical, vibrant into a long rainbow, and rose up.

In the distance, a purple gold hammer shone, turned into a hill bag, and smashed towards Han Ze.

Knite!

Han Ze's palm shines, like a golden monument, smashing the purple hammer directly.

The next moment, the eight -arm gods and magic dance, the sky is full of palm shadows, every palm falls, there is a hidden palace disciple being broken.

Han Ze's clothes and hair were stains, and even his whole person turned into a blood man. Only a pair of eyes still exuded golden light.

"Devil, this is the devil ..."

The hidden palace, at this time, stopped, and then retreated slowly.

They found that even if they were working together, they were still not Han Ze's opponent.

Among the people who recite the scriptures, there are several strong gods. Although Han Ze is in the same realm, he is not Han Ze's punch directly.

Bang!

Han Ze's fist runs through the chest of a refining God, and then his arm shakes gently, and the man is four cracked and burst directly.

"You are willing to die in order to not know the ancestors outside the territory?"
To be continued...