I Create A Game, And All Worlds Are Madly Grabbing The Beta Code

314: the means of the king of the foreigners (for automatic subscription)

Ye Xuan is not arrogant and arrogant, purely to test whether the prison king is in or not, anyway, he has reborn, fearless.

However, the fact is that when he called out the name of the prison king, did not show the figure of the prison king, I think the king of the foreign race did not reach the battlefield, even the white dust are relieved.

At this moment, in the face of Ye Xuan's disdain, Jail Wu Ji body set off a monstrous momentum, he could not sit still, sickly white skin, more and more red, the whole person angry eyes, voice cold: "You will die!"

As his words came out, the golden paper out of his palm floated up with the wind and fell in the air.

This time, everyone saw the word on the gold paper.

That's the word "squeeze".

With the gold paper floating quietly into the air, everything seems to be very natural, without the slightest horror picture occurred.

Boom...

"Two, four, three" at this time, the gold paper suddenly trembled, the word "prison" was originally black, suddenly dyed red, that is the blood of the red, there are drops of blood from it, from the air, and then the whole field, that piece of empty space violently trembled.

Ye Xuan held the sword of the Demon King, and he could feel the sword trembling, as if it had encountered some terrible power.

The crowd only saw, the air that the gold paper dissipated, followed by a majestic blood fell, like raindrops, the scene is very frightening.

That is the real blood, falling from the void, the rich smell of blood instantly spread throughout the battlefield, very this pen.

And the frightening picture continues, dripping blood in the void, vertical and down, blood fell on the earth, those bones began to loosen, seems to revive.

Ye Xuan eyes narrowed, he could feel that the entire space was locked, endless fury emerged around him, and below, the bones began to shake, some corpses actually stood up, followed by more corpses stood up.

They were stained with blood, with broken bodies, resurrected from the nine hells, under the influence of the word "prison", they became real monsters, lost their minds, and looked into the air at the same time.

In the air, Ye Xuan is high above, he felt the gravity around him is increasing, his body began to fall, as the rain of blood raining down, he was surprised to find the ground himself can not take off, is heading towards the ground, and there, countless revived bones are waiting for him.

"In the old ancestor's cage, waiting to be gnawed to death by thousands of bones. "Jail Wu Ji looked at this scene, his face flickered with a cold smile, only to feel a very happy mood.

The human side, white dust surprised to find that the space even he could not break, unless the emperor realm, looking to Ye Xuan, can not help but be a little worried.

And other young strong people were also frightened by this frightening scene, they saw the dense corpses standing up, feel the endless fierce Qi diffusion, it was a terrifying scene, look at the human scalp numb.

In the field, Ye Xuan is still falling, and he can even clearly see the mutilated face, with a hideous face, with a bloody mouth, wanting to devour him.

What a sight it was, as if from hell, the corpse swayed, the arms standing full of blood swayed in the air, very bizarre.

Ye Xuan's hands of the Devil King's sword constantly roar, it also comes from the nine hells, imbued with death, mutated, in the hands of the Devil King, constantly nourished, for these undead, but is very interested.

The sword of the Devil King's sword body, endless fury, Ye Xuan is finally landed on the earth, soon, it was wrapped by the dense corpse bones, those should be dead corpse bones, but at the moment madly rushed toward him, as if they found something delicious, it is very scary.

Ye Xuan held the sword of the devil king, a sword swing, the sword light shocked the sky, the face of several resurrected corpses fell there, but with more corpses rushed out, their teeth and claws, covered in blood, greedily want to tear Ye Xuan.

In addition to these substantial monsters, there are countless undead floating among them, they are more like spiritual attacks, constantly impacting towards Ye Xuan's mind, while launching various attacks.

The king of the alien race is really terrifying, just a "prison" word can trigger such a terrifying image, bursting out such a powerful force.

Ye Xuan's body lit up with golden light, he held the sword of the demon king, and kept slashing the corpses, and at the same time crushing the undead like moths to a flame, it was a long battle, endless corpses crawled out of the earth, countless undead came from the void, giving Ye Xuan the greatest attack from the physical and spiritual....

Ye Xuan kept waving his sword. Under the influence of the word "prison", he was unable to use his magic powers, and the only thing he could use was the Demon King's sword in his hand.

This seems to be a dead end, countless bones of the undead constantly impact, Ye Xuan's body of spiritual power surging, sword light shooting, he was killing, in destruction, the whole person turned into a demon god, very powerful.

Jailless Ji stared at the scene below, could not help but sigh Ye Xuan indeed gifted, in such a situation, can still last so long, but how long can it last?

Soon, Ye Xuan can feel the spiritual power gradually depleted, he did not know how many corpses, how many undead, the sight, full of these rising corpses, crazy and terrifying.

"No, I have to destroy the word of the king of the foreigners." Ye Xuan thought so, if he continues like this, he will surely die of exhaustion, the source of everything is the word "prison", he must destroy it.

But now he can't take to the air, and even more so, he can't use his magic powers to destroy the word, it's difficult to reach the sky.

Just as he kept waving his sword, the sword of the Demon King, those dead undead, the bones of the dead emanating from the fury are quietly pouring into it.

Ye Xuan did not notice, he is still wielding the sword, the sword surging, sword intent rushed to the sky, countless bones, the undead in the destruction, and then there will be more bones undead emerge, can not be killed, can not be destroyed.

Time is pushing, Ye Xuan's figure 4.2under the army of the undead, still standing firm, like the candle that sways in the wind, looks like it's about to go out, but never goes out.

The human side of the young strong people are looking nervously at this scene, worry for Ye Xuan, hope he can break the game, otherwise, under the army of the undead, will certainly die.

Jail Wu Ji look a little annoyed, even if you know that the other party can not escape, but still a little annoyed, Ye Xuan has not died, he is very upset, but can not do anything.

Crisis still appeared, Ye Xuan mind depletion, a careless, a grimacing corpse rushed to his back, sharp nails cut his clothes, leaving a black scratch, blood flowed.

Ye Xuan frowned, reversed and smashed it, and the scratch, there is black gas emerging, in the erosion of his internal organs.

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