The man in blue is the evil king.

The evil king was filled with shock and anger, his evil intentions were surging, and his murderous intentions were cold.

King Wuyou pretended well and was exposed by Wang Ce. Although the evil king acted like a pervert, no one ever suspected that he was a god.

However, Wang Ce guessed it last time.

This time, it was simply a sudden shock to the real face, which was equivalent to being truly exposed.

The Heavenly Demon King Ce is simply the nemesis of the God’s Glory Association.

When the anger was thriving, the Human King came in a blink of an eye and fought fiercely with the Evil King. The surging battle turned into two balls of light and shadow. In a blink of an eye, it kept hitting out traces of sores and phlegm on the ridge.

The energy swept through the sky, with flowers, plants, trees, mud, stones, sand and gravel flying all over the sky, and it was extremely amazing.

Wang Ce sneered silently, and quickly returned to Sin City, scanning Brother Cialis from the corner of his eyes. In the air, Wang Ce raised his hand and gestured a hand-gun gesture, aiming at shooting, and his mouth made a snap, blew the blue smoke blowing the muzzle like a cowboy.

This chic action made Brother Cialis feel a chill for no reason.

The King of Humans and Jingts knew very well that the target of the God of Glory Association was Wang Ce, the Martial God Scroll, but they were not. Seeing that Wang Ce escaped, they simply fought and retreated.

While Wang Ce was rushing wildly, he was worried about Sin City, and rushed back quickly for about ten or twenty miles. He came back soon and jumped down the ridge. Seeing that the sales conference at this place seemed to be not very disturbing, he felt relieved.

He shook his body several times, and in a blink of an eye he came to Ji Qianbai's side and said hurriedly: "Master." As soon as he said that something was wrong, something happened. This place seemed to have been passed by a hurricane before, and it looked like a mess of sores and phlegm.

Ji Qianbai looked solemn: "After you leave, a Martial Emperor attacked. Muye was taken away."

Wang Ce's eyes changed. Muye was led away by a Martial Emperor, and Emperor Mian was restrained by a Martial Emperor. However, Jingthorn was also being dragged by a Martial Emperor. The Human King was temporarily fighting with the evil king about twenty miles away. If there was no accident, the Human King would definitely be dragged back.

Among the five martial emperors, four of them were restrained and led away.

Grass egg, the target of the God of Glory Association is me, and it is also the Martial God Book. Wang Ce’s eyes rarely showed a solemn look. No one knew how much God of Glory would have. From the war with Dalu a few years ago, I could only guess a little.

The Gods' Glory Association is all carefully cultivated by the gods' evil spirits all over the world. What's more serious is that all the gods' evil spirits have excellent martial arts talents.

All gods have excellent martial arts talents. The gods have money and power, and the martial emperor comes to give me some guidance and cultivation. This is a pig, and it can be cultivated, let alone gods.

Don’t even talk about how good Wang Ce’s martial arts talent Wang Ce knew very well. He spent money and spent more than five million taels of silver and had the backstage of Lao Gu. He had just a young age to destroy his cultivation level.

If there are sects, families and even courts, who dares to spend money like this? He has to go bankrupt. Unless there is a genius who has seen him once in a hundred years.

He, Wang Ce, can spend money, and the God's Grace Association is definitely willing to spend money. The most important thing is that there are not many evil deeds, but the God's Grace Association is very rich. Not only is he willing to spend money, but the God's Grace Association is really rich.

Let me ask, in this way, how much powerful force can the God’s grace cultivate?

Why do countries regard god-infernal sins as a big trouble? Wang Ce suddenly felt empathy, it was really troublesome.

"This is fate." Wang Ce sighed and looked back suddenly, and hesitated: "Master, can you fight three or five martial emperors at one time?"

Ji Qianbai has always been very calm. After hearing the words of this black-hearted disciple, he almost even dropped his chin. This disciple looked down on him too much.

One fights three or five Martial Emperors? Unless the other party is in the realm of immortality.

At this moment, the sales of the replica of the Martial God Book were basically coming to an end. However, many people did not leave, and their eyes were clearly filled with the intention of trying.

God’s grace will want to lead Master away! This group of people will attack me.

Wang Ce noticed it sensitively, and when he moved his thoughts, he sneered and thought about some wishful thinking of the Divine Geng Association. I don’t know whether this sneer was targeting these masters who ignited greed or targeting the Divine Geng Association.

Playing a chaotic battle with me? Playing a slutty water with me? Playing a leverage with me? What does it mean to show off your skills? This is. I, Wang Ce, may not be good at playing other things. If you play these things, the gods will learn from me as my teacher for three or five years.

Wang Ce sneered, his eyes as deep as the starry sky: "Master, the Gods' Glory Association is prepared this time, I'm afraid there will be more than a few Martial Emperors." He said coldly: "I guess there are about ten Martial Emperors of the Gods' Glory Association, but there will definitely not be more than twenty."

"Why?" Ji Qianbai was surprised.

Wang Ce asked back: "Master, how many Wu emperors are there in Beizhou? How many are there in all the Wu emperors who are still alive? "

"Thirty? Forty?" Ji Qianbai hesitated. Although he belonged to this circle, it was difficult to get detailed numbers: "It is hard to say that there are the most Wu Emperors in Dongzhou and Beizhou." This number is not surprising. Beizhou is the largest among the four continents.

"How many Haizhou is there?" Wang Ce asked again. Haizhou is the smallest and least populous of the four human continents, with an area of ​​only one-third of the East continent.

"Haizhou..." Ji Qianbai tried his best to recall it with a swaying memory!" It's hard to say, but Ken Hong didn't have much.

Wang Ce smiled, this is also expected. Haizhou is too comfortable, Zhongzhou is too chaotic, Eastzhou is rich, and Northzhou is bitter and cold.

Therefore, the martial arts style in Beizhou is the most popular and the actual combat is extremely powerful. The warriors in Zhongzhou are the best to kill. The most famous super masters in succession have all come from Zhongzhou. The actual combat of the warriors in Haizhou is relatively weak, while the Dongzhou is relatively moderate, but they are among the top in all aspects.

Not to mention Emperor Wu, the perverted title of Half Emperor Soul is almost 80% of them born in the East and North continents. There are very few sea continents, and either they don’t come out of the Middle continents. Once they appear, they are super strong people like “Killing Emperor” and “Purple Blood Emperor” who are killing people like thrilled.

"The Emperor Wu of the God-Enity Society must be almost the same as the Haizhou." This is a reason that Wang Ce got out of thin air from common sense, and there is no data or evidence: "But it is definitely not enough to shake Beizhou or Dongzhou." Ji Qianbai didn't understand.

Wang Ce expressed his reasons: "Hate makes the evil spirit crazy and has no bottom line. If there are a certain number of Martial Emperors, they will definitely not be able to help but take action. If they don't take action, it means that their power is not strong enough."

"Da Rule." Wang Ce slowly uttered two words, which is his measurement standard, which is believed to be the standard of the God's Grateful Association.

At first glance, Dalu seemed to have only seven martial emperors. However, if you think so, you are very wrong. Don’t forget those martial emperors who are unwilling to serve the court and fight against the evil spirits, those martial emperors who are born in Dalu will definitely appear and take action.

Dalu is the flag bearer to cut off the evil spirits of the gods. As long as a sudden attack and overturn the evil spirits of the gods, Wang Ce guarantees that all countries in the world will never join forces to deal with the evil spirits of the gods.

If the God’s grace has not moved for so many years, it is definitely not sure. This means that the number of Martial Emperors on the other side should be similar to that of Dalu. Even if there are many, it will be very limited.

"The God's Glory Club is here for me this time. I must be determined to win it. I'm afraid..." Wang Ce laughed at Ji Qianbai with a sorry hand: "Master, maybe you really have to deal with three or five Martial Emperors after a while."

Ji Qianbai pondered and nodded without saying a word, his eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

Wang Ce narrowed his eyes and smiled slightly. The Martial God and... the one and a half volume of the Martial God scrolls that he shaved were probably in the hands of the Gods' Glory Society.

One and a half volumes of the Martial God scroll, and the Forgetful River Water among the three styles of the Sword God. This is something that Wang Ce was about to get.

A little bit of a weird smile slipped from the corner of Wang Ce's mouth. He was having a chaotic battle with him? If he didn't give the gods a heavy blow this time, he would really be sorry for his ability.

Wang Ce was thinking about it now, was there any way to fill all the people who came to the God Glory Association this time.

Opportunities are definitely opportunities.

Ning Jinhua is not a reckless person, but he was also disgusted at this moment: "There is only Ji Qianbai left. Can you take action? Kill Wang Ce and take away the Martial God Scroll?"

Guan Yaoyan's eyes swayed, and after a while, he sent a message: "It's hard! If you have the chance to seize the Martial God Scroll, you have almost no chance to kill Wang Ce. And if you can't kill Wang Ce, then we who died will be our Dongning."

The mature and steadfast retired governor was full of bitterness: "Fight against the Spirit Army!"

The greed faded away like a tide, and Ning Jinhua's heart was cold. That's right, Wang Ce's Battle Spirit Army has the ability to place any battlefield anytime, anywhere.

This means that you can’t kill Doudou when eating and sleeping. This time, your Dongning people cannot kill Wang Ce. Wang Ce will airdrop a million battle spirit army and directly surround Dongning’s capital to educate these rabbits about what Doudou is.

"Wait a minute." Guan Yaoyan pinched hope and gave another hope: "As long as there is chaos and as long as someone takes the lead, we can take action."

Not only did the two people from Dongning think and plan like this, but many people plan like this, wait for a while. Wait until a certain ** who is not afraid of being retaliated will take the lead.

The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. It is inevitable that some of the heads are stuck by the door panel.

The one who is least afraid of being retaliated is undoubtedly a warrior who runs to the single gang. A Wuzong, who seems to have met the Gun King, quietly touched him and whispered: "Gun King, why bother to buy it? It's better to take action and steal his mother."

The Gun King looked motionless and glanced at the Wuzong indifferently. The Wuzong laughed dryly: "Or, wait a little longer. Let's talk about it when Ji Qianbai is taken away."

A little light shines in the distant horizon.

"Be careful!" Ji Qianbai took a step forward and blocked Wang Ce. His sensed breath gradually became solemn, and even his complexion changed. He slapped Wang Ce on the shoulder and sent Wang Ce hundreds of meters: "Retreat!"

The eight dragons, who had never spoken, suddenly grew up and their eyes were solemn that they were unprecedentedly solemn.

The Gun King, Luo Huahua Blossom, and even the Chongqing Yu Hen and others all changed their colors first and retreated like lightning.

Yabulong shouted wildly to the others who knew it later: "Get out quickly!"

A white gun slid down from the cuff, and Ji Qianbai was stern: "Retreat all." He shook his sleeves, and a large area of ​​inner energy spread, shaking everyone here a hundred meters.

At this time, the light spot was getting closer and closer, the aura became more and more fierce, and the real ones became more and more real. These hundreds of deified masters finally sensed the horror of this aura, and all of them changed their faces and ran away.

The white gun shot into the sky with a sharp edge, and a hissing gun air was drawn.
Chapter completed!