Chapter: 8870
Like the daytime world.
Accompanied by Zhang Han's distressed roar:
"Ahhhh..."
boom!
The golden-armored giant beast, the great demon body, the nine-yang god body, the Taiqing fairy body, the extreme dao body, and the thunder body.
The six bodies roared at the same time.
The six voices gradually merged into one.
Six figures gathered together.
"Alarm, detected the fifth-level breath of the domain master, the seventh-level domain master, the ninth-level domain master, the second-level world master, the fifth-level world master, the ninth-level world master, and the early stage of the king."
"Alarm, detection of the early stage of the king, it is recommended to flee."
The siren of the spaceship system sounded in my ears.
But Prince Warren couldn't move at all, his face was ashen:
"How could this be? How could it be a member of the Moon Spirit Tribe? Impossible, this is only the indigenous world, only the indigenous people!"
in the light.
Zhang Han's figure became more and more solid.
Six avatars, fusion.
Straight to beat the king!
His long hair fluttered, and his aura was incomparable even to the heavens and the earth. When the light faded away, his figure appeared.
What a look of despair!
What a forlorn face that was!
Zhang Han's face was pale, he was cold, very cold, and felt like he had been stabbed countless times in the heart!
At this moment, everything was lost in his eyes.
He kept looking in the air.
Try to find that shadow.
"Where are you?"
"You come out."
"Wife, wife? Don't be kidding, come out quickly."
"Come out, come out, come out..."
He kept looking at the world and roaring like a madman.
He cried, crying bitterly, and became the only voice.