Gate of God

The purple light flows on the Daoguo.

Crystal like jade.

The most important thing is that in addition to the deep lines on the surface of this Daoguo, there is something faintly broken inside.

Of course, this is not the issue that Founder is most concerned about now.

What he is most concerned about now is how to eat this stuff?

If other Daoguo is the size of a fist, then this Daoguo is as big as ten fists, which makes Fang Zhengzhen a little bit embarrassed.

The mouth is not big enough.

This is the most direct problem.

It's impossible to break this Taoguo into ten?

First of all, for the time being, regardless of whether it can be broken, even if it can be broken...

Fangzheng did not dare.

But he clearly remembered the scene that occurred when Canyang blasted away his two Daoguo.

Daoguo burst, and the energy contained in it certainly cannot continue to exist. After all, this is Daoguo, not an orange, and can be divided casually.

I looked around and found that the remaining Daoguo was not much anymore. I ate it for the second time. With experience, I ate it faster and faster.

As for chewing?

This is definitely impossible.

After all, Fang Zhengzheng can't be sure that this fruit will break his teeth after being bitten by himself, and he can't care about the other. Swallow the rest first and talk about it.

"Eat, I eat!"

With cruelty, the remaining Dao Guo was finally swallowed completely by Founder Zheng.

At this moment, the battle between the sky has been extremely fierce, and the figures rushed up, and then they were shot directly.

The sound of the corpse falling to the ground was endless.

However, no one stopped.

This is a real moth slamming the fire, knowing that it is dead, and still slamming up against it, all for the victory of this war.

Southland, the land of warriors.

Fang Zhengzhi is not a person who likes war, because, too cruel, after a war, how many families are destroyed.

But since ancient times, wars have been commonplace.

Nations and nations, nations and nations, races and races, and people and people are fighting all the time. As long as there is a battle, war is simply inescapable.

The only solution is...

Let yourself be a winner.

Fang Zhengzhi wants to win now, because if he doesn't win, he can only lose, and once he loses, there is only one way, that is, death.

No one wants to die.

Fang Zhengzhi didn't even want it, so he stood up, his body gleaming with various colors, holding the last piece of Dao Guo in his hand, which was flowing with purple brilliance.

Mouth widened.

Can't swallow it, what should I do?

Then swallow it!

Fang Zhengzhi is very clear about how strong the sun is.

So, of course, it is impossible for him to leave himself a retreat, what should he do if his mouth is broken? It's okay, I'm back to the realm of light, and my mouth can be replenished.

Swallow hard!

This is a job that requires courage and guts in addition to technology.

Founder did it.

But soon, he regretted it.

When he used his full strength to smash the purple Daoguo into his mouth, he really felt what life is better than death.

"Click!"

Teeth broke directly.

In addition to the teeth, the mouth is directly split open.

This is an extremely tragic scene.

It was so miserable that even the Nanzai soldiers who were all ready to rush up to fight with the residual sun were completely stunned, and the soldiers in the southern region looked at Fang Zheng.

Looking at the huge purple peach fruit that was only swallowed less than a small bite, and the mouth that had been propped up completely.

They are really a bit ignorant.

What are you doing? !

Not only are the soldiers in the Southern Region a bit ignorant, but the nearly 100,000 demon soldiers, as well as the dragon guards and the mountain-breaking soldiers who have already suffered heavy casualties, are also a bit ignorant.

In an instant, they suddenly felt that their sacrifice seemed worthless.

because……

They all have a feeling.

That is, Fang Zhengzhi will definitely be choked to death!

If this really becomes a fact.

What are they working so hard for now? Just to give Fang Zhengzhen the time to choke herself?

Do you want to...

Fucking!

At this moment, the fierce war stopped strangely.

Even if it is only a momentary stop, it is enough to explain the mood of everyone in the battlefield.

Pingyang's eyes were all rounded, and a pair of clear, watery eyes looked at Fang Zheng, who was blushing. If she could move, she would never mind helping Fang Zheng.

Give the Daoguo a fierce kick and let Fangzheng choke to death!

Chi Guyan's mouth smiled bitterly. It was bitter bitterness. It was never a moment. She would think it is wrong to know Fangzheng as she does now.

Yun Qingwu is also a bit bitter.

However, instead of staring at Fang Zhengzheng all the time, she looked up slightly, and a pair of phoenixes looked at the remnant sun bathed in the golden holy light in the sky.

She suddenly felt...

Perhaps, the sun is not necessary to do so now.

Because, some guys, even if others do not deal with him, will die on their own.

Just like now.

The golden characters on the forehead of the afterglow still flashed, but his hand stopped subconsciously. If he just said that his idea was to use all methods to prevent Fang Zheng from swallowing Dao Guo.

Well, his current thinking is...

Give him some time.

After all, choking to die is really rare.

Fang Zhengzhi's face is very red now. It is not enough to describe it with red apple red. It is red full of blood, and the blood vessels under the skin will almost completely burst.

He really regretted it.

What should we do now?

Spit it out?

Ok……

This is too shameful.

No, if I spit it out now, wouldn't my hard work be in vain? Moreover, the most important thing is that he has a feeling that when he forcibly stuffed the purple Daoguo into the entrance, the energy in the body that is constantly raging seems to have a calm.

It was a very strange feeling.

Just like a group of lambs fighting constantly, they suddenly saw a wolf, a hungry wolf, it was a kind of shock, a kind of king-like shock.

As the saying goes, a group of dragons without a head is chaos.

Fang Zhengzheng is not sure whether the purple Daoguo contained in his mouth is a king that can be chaotic, but what is certain is that the energy contained in this Daoguo is definitely stronger than other Daoguo.

Then...

Just gamble!

Anyway, they have reached this point, and it is impossible to give up again.

Fang Zhengzhi wanted to shout courage for himself, but he couldn't scream, because the whole mouth had been completely stretched out without any gaps.

Therefore, he could only blush and raise his fist.

One punch!

Directly on the purple Daoguo.

"Come in for me!" Fang Zheng's heart shouted.

then……

He felt that the purple Daogu really came in a few points, but then, his mouth that had been split open again opened again.

pain!

It is not enough to describe Fang Zheng's present situation.

He is holding back now.

I was so suffocated that I couldn't breathe, and my tears slipped down.

That's right, Founder just cried.

He rarely cries.

However, at this moment, he really cried. It was the sequelae caused by the tear glands being deformed and propped up. Of course, he felt sad.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at Fang Zhengzheng.

Seeing Dao Guo choking, his face flushed, jumping on the ground, jumping, subconsciously, everyone swallowed.

It is a real feeling that even if you just look at it, you will feel uncomfortable.

"This guy, wouldn't he really choke?"

At a certain moment, everyone and the devil had such a thought in their hearts. It was difficult for them to believe that such a thing would happen, but, in fact...

Now it seems that such a thing is really happening again.

Fang Zhengzhi is sad now, he wants to be killed by the head, because this feeling is really not a normal person can bear.

The feeling of being stuck, unable to enter, and unable to spit out.

Only those who have really experienced...

To understand how painful it is!

There's a cloud in the old saying, can't you eat a fat person at once?

The original meaning of this sentence was not to be too greedy, but now, Fang Zhengzhi feels another layer of meaning in this sentence.

Really, life is better than death!

But is there a way out?

No!

Then it can only stay, stay!

Fang Zhengzhi didn't pay attention to his surroundings any more, and took a sigh of relief. Then, his two fists fell like purple raindrops on the purple fruit.

"Boom..."

A sound like raindrops sounded.

As these sounds continued to sound, the purple Daoguo finally moved little by little, slowly towards the square and straight mouth.

at last……

After blasting nearly a hundred fists.

The purple Daoguo was blasted in.

At this moment, Fang Zhengzhi discovered that he had encountered a new problem. His throat seemed to be stuck, more specifically, the purple Daoguo stuck in his throat.

Not going down!

How to do?

In fact, this question really doesn't need to be asked again.

because……

The only solution is to bombard again.

At this point, even the spit out path is gone.

"boom!"

A heavy punch that made full effort hit the purple Daoguo.

At this moment, Fang Zhengzhi had a feeling that his throat was completely burst, which was a hot feeling, like a hot pot of hot oil swallowed by himself.

"Guru!"

Along with this stimulating sound, Fang Zhengzhen's body also trembles, which is a cramp caused by severe pain.

Next, Fang Zheng's straight legs softened.

He fell directly to the ground.

"Sure enough... Is it choked to death?"

Looking at lying on the ground, there is no more upright and upright, almost the thought of nearly one hundred thousand demon soldiers at the same time.

Xuan Yuanguo's face turned a little purple.

Of course it was not due to the weaker purple light shining on him, nor was it due to his injury, but his heart.

A broken heart.

I knew it was like this, why did I rush out?

In the end, what kind of person do you pin all your hopes on?

heart……

It's really broken!

As heart-broken as Xing Yuanguo, there are the Dragon Guard, the Broken Mountain Army and tens of thousands of soldiers from the South.

All eyes were fixed on Fang Zhengzheng. They did not believe that Fang Zhengzheng, who was still able to fight Canyang in the sky, died like this.

Moreover, still choked to death.

but……

Reality seems to be like this.

Too cruel!

On the Iron Hill tribe, there are two figures standing at the moment.

One was wearing a white scholarly suit, and the other was covered with luxurious animal skin, which was still covered with blood.

They are Nangong Hao and Shan Ling.

Nangong Hao did not rush out like Xuan Yuanguo, and Shan Ling did not.

"What are you waiting for?" Shan Ling's eyes looked at Fang Zheng, who was lying on the ground, and there was a smile in his mouth, as if he was talking to himself.

"Not waiting for anything." Nangong Hao shook his head gently.

"I really didn't expect that Nangong Hao, the first genius in the world, would be afraid of death?" Shan Ling's mouth smiled still.

"Someone must stay." Nangong Hao did not refute.

"Stay?" Shan Ling's expression was slightly stiff, and his eyes turned sharply to Nangong Hao, looking at Nan Zhonghao's calm water-like face, subconsciously, his hand was held on the handle of the knife.

"I have a state-state contract here, if there is no problem, you sign it." Nangong Hao did not look at Shan Ling, but slowly took out a roll of golden silk from his arms.

Throw it away.

The golden brocade turned into an arc and fell in front of Shan Ling.

"Guobang Contract?" Shan Ling's complexion changed slightly, his eyes turned to Jinbo in front of him, and his hand holding the knife handle was obviously slightly white: "It turns out...you are the real big summer messenger!"

"Yes." Nangong Hao nodded gently.

"What if this son does not sign?" Shan Ling's eyes were cold.

"Shizi, why do you think I stayed?" Nangong Hao's tone was dull.

"Nangong Hao, Ben Shizi admits that you are indeed a genius, so young you already have the strength comparable to reincarnation, but can you kill Ben Shizi alone with you alone?" Shan Ling's body leaped abruptly.

"Shizi may wish to give it a try." Nangong Hao's eyes slowly turned to Shan Ling, his hands slowly raised, and he was holding it on the sword of inaction behind him, as if he was consulting Shan Ling.

Shan Ling's expression changed again.

His eyes looked at Nangong Hao, and then he could not see the nearly 100,000 demon soldiers in the distance, as well as the dragon guards and the mountain-breaking army mixed with the soldiers in the southern region.

The teeth are tight.

"Five years, within five years, Nanyu will be the country of the summer!" Shan Ling's hand holding the knife handle was very tight, and his body shivered slightly.

"Ten years, this is the bottom line." Nangong Hao shook his head.

"Okay, ten years is ten years, but this life has a condition..." Shan Ling said here, the tone was a slight pause, and he subconsciously looked at the square standing on the ground not far away, hesitating for a moment, I finally gritted my teeth again: "Within ten years, my tribute from the Southern Region will be reduced by half!"

"This article has already been written on the state-state contract. Please ask His Highness Shizi to sign." Nangong Hao nodded and changed his name from Shanzi to His Highness.

"Already written?!" Shan Ling's expression was startled.

There was an obvious incredible on his face. The subconsciously picked up the silk on his hand. As soon as he opened it, the expression on his face completely changed.

As Nangong Hao said.

At the end of Jinbo, there is indeed such a thing.

Moreover, the deadline on Jinbo has also been written for a period of ten years. In addition, at the end of Jinbo, there is a bright red seal.

Four words in the book, the treasure of the emperor!

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it... all of this is in your calculations in Daxia. Not bad, haha, very good!" Shan Ling smiled, laughing a little crazy.

Immediately, he put his finger to his lips and took a bite.

then……

A blood mark was printed on Jinbo.

Shan Ling didn't say anything. His hand tightened Jinbo in his hand, but after a while, he still let go, and after throwing his hand, Jinbo also turned into a stream of light and fell into the hands of Nangonghao.

Nangong Hao nodded his head~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He didn't say anything again, just put Jinbo back in his arms slowly, and at the same time, his hand was again on the hilt of the Wuwei sword.

The figure moved.

A stream of light also jumped from the iron hill tribe, and quickly shot towards the sky.

Shan Ling's eyes looked at Nangong Hao's figure, his lips bite tightly, a trace of blood ran down the corner of his mouth, and his breath seemed extremely unstable.

anger.

Heartfelt anger.

But soon, his anger was replaced by a surprise.

Because when he looked at Nangong Hao, Yu Guang's eyes happened to fall subconsciously on a figure lying on the ground.

then……

He saw that the figure seemed to move. (To be continued.) To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: