At this time, Sumoti didn't want to care about Sheng Luo actually monitoring his base, but he was a little angry with this bastard. The headquarters of Ji Le Tang, which he had built with great effort for half a century, was actually attacked.
However, while he was angry, there was also a kind of fear, because he intuitively felt that the person who attacked was the agent of hell.
That scary guy.
One swept across Japan, the other swept across Europe and Asia. Both of them established the most powerful empire in the world at that time, two proud men who swept the world.
And these two people were also beings who were forced by the forces of the eighth-level hell to resort to despicable tricks in the ninth-level heaven. As a result, one died together with the ninth-level heaven, and although the other died in a sneak attack, it is an undoubted fact that the heaven's forces were greatly damaged.
What is the significance of the existence of the entire Holy Alliance?
As senior leaders, Sheng Luo and Sumati knew very well.
Not Kunlun, not Xuanyuan, not Penglai, nor the already established spokesperson of heaven in front of me, but the spokesperson of hell, the lord of hell who takes the strongest as his law. All the rules of means are often in vain in the face of the strongest law. This is also hell.
There are no loopholes in the law that can deal with him. He can only be defeated by strength. This is why the Nine Level Hell has to use the following strategies to deal with them.
He has the strongest power, a power that is more terrifying than anyone else.
In the face of the various methods of heaven, the two generations of hell spokesmen were able to stand on the commanding heights with absolute strength. These two generations of hell spokesmen made the spokesmen of the entire Holy Alliance have a lingering nightmare in their hearts.
"It's him, he's back. I said he's not dead, he's really not dead."
There was a kind of anger and trembling in Sheng Luo's illusory voice.
"Hell!" Sumoti gritted his teeth, but under the pressure of various legends within the Holy Alliance, he did not dare to provoke. On the other side, Qinghao's face was also solemn, while Guanghe and others were a little puzzled.
, said: "What are they talking about?"
Qing Hao glanced at them. Spokesperson has always been a taboo in Kunlun. Over time, many people did not know this term. However, those at the highest level still knew what the spokesperson represented. It was not convenient for Qing Hao to say it.
Neng said: "A man with the legendary power to destroy everything appears."
"hiss."
Several people took a deep breath.
No wonder the seventh super master of the Holy Alliance has a feeling of fear.
Prince Dong looked at the lunatic on the picture with an excited face. He was so excited that even the wine gourd was crushed due to his excitement. The wine spilled all over the floor. He didn't feel bad at all. His eyes were filled with excitement.
It kept flashing. Ye Xi pulled him and said, "What's the matter with you?"
"He will come, he is really back." Prince Dong put a hand on Ye Xi's shoulder, strongly suppressing the excitement in his heart: "He is back, haha, hahaha."
After saying a few words, he couldn't hold back his laughter.
However, at this moment, bursts of cracks suddenly appeared in the influence in the void. Sheng Luo's face turned red, and his eyes revealed an incredible look. He only heard a snap and a sound like broken glass. Everyone
I was startled, because at the original affected location, a man wearing a black robe and a black veil stood in the void.
Those eyes are as dark as mysterious black gems, making it extremely easy for people to fall into them.
"Yes, it's you."
Sheng Luo's originally sweaty figure immediately became real, and the illusion disappeared.
"I told you, put away your useless illusions when you see me." The man in black said in a cold voice.
Sheng Luo's eyes darkened and he looked at the man in black coldly.
"Sumati, hand over the dragon control picture and spare your life." The man in black looked at Sumati and said coldly.
Sumoti's face was horribly gloomy, but he didn't dare to step forward. He squeezed his hands and said, "Don't even think about it."
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."
The man in black said something coldly, waved his hand and threw out with a violent force. Nasumati was thrown out for more than three feet without any hindrance. At the same time, an ancient golden scroll appeared in front of the man in black.
In front of him, there seemed to be a golden dragon printed on the yellow scroll. At the same time, a powerful aura from the God of Death swept across the audience, and everyone seemed to have a huge stone weighing on their hearts, and even
Those with lower strength were a little out of breath.
This move caused Qing Hao's face to change drastically.
Damn it, this Sumati is also an eighth-level spokesperson after all. He is approaching the threshold of ninth level, but he was defeated so easily? Look at that Saint Luo who still doesn't dare to take action?
Is this guy hell?
Is this the power of hell?
Holding the Dragon Royal Picture in one hand, the man in black turned his back to the Kunlun group and said in a cold voice: "Go back and tell those losers in Kunlun that Hell will never forget you and Kunlun will not be at peace!"
"etc."
Prince Dong stepped forward and said, "Can you do me a favor?"
"Do you want me to kill you?" the man in black asked coldly.
"Not bad." Prince Dong said honestly.
"Then you should also know the consequences of dying in my hands." The man in black said coldly: "Dong Wanggong, if it weren't for the fact that you helped him, I should have killed you a hundred years ago.
.Think carefully about the meaning of your life.”
After saying that, the man in black's body flashed and disappeared without a trace.
Prince Dong stood there, feeling extremely lonely.
"I will keep the Xuanyuan Sword of the Shennong Xuanyuan Clan on your behalf. If you want to get the Xuanyuan Sword back, you have to make your own choice."
A cold voice came.
The faces of the Xuanyuan clan changed drastically. Was the Xuanyuan Sword taken away by that person?
"Who is he?"
"He is indeed alive." Qinghao's face was extremely solemn, obviously because of the sentence "Hell will not die, Kunlun will not be at peace."
If the spokesperson of hell reappears in the world, then Kunlun may suffer a disaster.
"Who is this person?" Guanghe asked, "How can he be so arrogant?"
"He has the qualifications to be arrogant." Qinghao said in a deep voice: "If it is really him, all the old debts will be settled on Kunlun's head. You should go back immediately and tell the boss about this. Among them, he is the most powerful
Naturally, it is very clear. Uncle Xuanyuan, this matter is of great importance, please tell the head of Xuanyuan that it is related to the life and death of Kunlun Xuanyuan, so don't be careless."
Duke Xuanyuan obviously knew the coming person's strength and nodded.
Sheng Luo's body disappeared in a flash, and Sumoti also left quickly, not in the mood to stay here any longer.
"Let's go."
Prince Dong sighed, turned around and left. Ye Xi quickly followed him and said, "Old man, who is that guy? So arrogant?"
"The people in hell are all gods of death." Dong Wang said fairly.
"Hell?" Ye Xi shook his head and said: I don't understand more and more. What kind of hell is this? What does it mean to fall to the ground like Saint Luo?"
"They're just some weird people." Dongwang said, "These people are very strange and strange. In short, one day you will face them face to face."
Ye Xi looked at his expression and swallowed what she wanted to say.
He wanted to say: "The singing voice of that Sao Bao is very similar to that of my second brother. It is also very unpleasant."
At this time, Qin Yang, who was massacred far away in the Jiletang base, shuddered all over and looked eastward, as if he wanted to see through his own limits.
"Damn, what's going on with this familiar aura?" Qin Yang cursed in his heart: "Could it be that Qin Shihuang is out? Impossible, a Xuanyuan Sword won't let him walk out of the Qin Palace."
"We will find out if we go back and check. I feel that this breath is very similar to the origin of hell. Is it an incarnation similar to Gulacchi?" The steward said: "I think it is quite possible. The three fragments of hell are still there.
If his whereabouts are unknown, it’s better to investigate as soon as possible.”
"The devil knows."
Qin Yang cursed in a low voice: "If it were a fragment of hell, that would be fine. All of them are better at fooling around than me."