Heavenly Monarch of All Times

Vol 14 Chapter 1501: Congenital

The Shepherd City, the sacred parliamentary branch, the second floor of the main hall.

The white man’s eyes shimmered, staring at Nie Tian, ​​and the harsh sound was heard on the main hall.

Nie Tian's eyes were slightly condensed, but I didn't expect this guy to be so arrogant, and directly smashed all the warriors in the world of horror into waste!

Nie Tian’s knowledge was swept over the white man, and he couldn’t help but glance at the horror of his eyes.

The strength of the white man exceeded his expectations and turned out to be the beginning of the middle god.

However, there is nothing strange about this, but most of the military players who participated in the next **** competition are forced to suppress the strength and do not break through. When the game is over, the strength is immediately promoted, which is very normal.

What really surprised Nie Tian was the age of the white man, who was only in his twenties.

This person is really in his twenties, not looking like a twenties.

Most of the people in the sacred warriors are very young, but the white men in front of Nie Tian are not young, but really young.

Nie Tian has a strong sense of ability. This person's bone age is only twenty years old, and there is absolutely no mistake.

A middle-aged warrior in his twenties is terrible!

In fact, Nie Tian is now in his twenties, but he is a man, the total age is more than two hundred years old.

Cher is very young, but her identity is different and naturally not comparable to other warriors.

Nie Tian did not understand why the white man in front of him was so strong.

Obviously, this person's godhead is not inherited or plundered, but is condensed by himself.

"Twenty years old, the strength of the median god!" At this time, the heartbroken son also noticed something, his eyes trembled fiercely, but he couldn't help but scream, obviously it was very shocking.

Such enchanting strength and talent, even the peak genius of the upper three worlds, can not be compared.

"Yu Jiuyi, he is the next singer of the celestial world, the first sacred Wuqing. Compared to the next squad leader of the world of horror, I am afraid that it is the dragon snake." Jiang Baoyu saw the broken chicken so surprised, could not help but sneer Y Li’s eyes were swept over by Nie Tian and others, and it seemed even more contemptuous.

Cher's martial arts are very strange, others can't see her bone age.

So even if she is very strong, she did not surprise Jiang Baoyu.

As for Nie Tian and Mo Ruqi, the talent is very amazing, but compared with Chen Wuqing, it seems to be a lot worse.

Dust Wuqing and Nie Tiantong are the heads of the next gods, one is the initial strength of the median god, and the other is the late power of the lower god. The gap is indeed obvious.

The heartbroken son looked at Chen Wuqing with a burning gaze. He seemed to be thinking about something, but he couldn’t speak for a while.

"This adult." At this time, Nie Tian stepped forward, and his indifferent eyes passed over Jiang Baoyu, faintly said: "I am the same as the next leader of the gods. Who is the dragon who is a snake, that is not necessarily."

Nie Tian admits that the talent of Chen Wuqing is indeed shocking, but he believes that if it is a battle with this person, the outcome is hard to say.

After the Twelve Gods Palace, his strength has also improved a lot, especially the Jiuji God of War broke through to the sixth wind and the sky, so that his combat power has a qualitative leap.

"Kids, arrogant in front of me, you choose the wrong person." Dust Wuqing smiled coldly, suddenly stepped out, the whole body released a fierce murderous, turned into an invisible sharp blade, flew toward Nie Tianmeng.

"Hey!" The sky trembled slightly, and then a sharp, empty sound was heard.

Nie Tian's face sank, and a sword was sprayed out, blocking the invisible sharp edge of the air.

His eyes could not help but a cold, cold and cold looking at Wu Wuqing, did not expect the latter to dare to shoot here.

Dust Wuqing hit a shot, was easily blocked by Nie Tian, ​​his face was slightly surprised.

His move is not to kill Nie Tian, ​​just to make the latter ugly.

It is a pity that Nie Tian’s strength exceeded his expectations.

"Hey." Dust Wuqing immediately calmed down, Y laughed twice and said: "Boy, your strength is good, no wonder you can get the next head of the squad. But the next competition, you will be defeated in my hands. !"

"Competition?" Nie Tian slightly stunned, some doubts.

But he turned to think that the competition that Du Wuqing said should be a contest between several heads, in exchange for the attention of the Holy Parliament.

After all, they are now in the sacred parliament, even if it is such a arrogant person, they dare not make a big fight.

Nie Tian did not intend to entangle with Ding Wuqing, turned and looked at the broken son, and said: "The sect of the sect, let us go."

The heartbroken man nodded slightly and left with Nie Tian and others.

"Yu Jiuyi, what you did to my sister that year, I will never forget. One day, I will kill you personally!" Jiang Baoyu looked at the back of the broken son, and his eyes sparkled with the chill in his heart. He said.

"The sect of the sect, the strength of the silver-haired boy is a bit strange." Chen Wuqing looked at Nie Tian, ​​could not help but whispered.

"When you enter the glass demon tower, if there is a chance, kill him!" Jiang Baoyu face color cold cold dripping, cold and cold voice to the dust Wuqing.

"Yeah." Dust Wuqing focused on the head, and the corner of his mouth raised the chill of the chill.

The broken sausage son took Nie Tian and others into the third floor. Under the leadership of a Tsing Yi old man, he temporarily came to a room.

After entering the room, the face of the Broken Intestines eased slightly, and a long breath of suffocation made the whole person a lot easier.

Nie Tian slightly frowned, he faintly saw, between the broken chicken and Jiang Baoyu, seems to have a deep hatred, not endless.

However, the guinea pig is obviously reluctant to entangle with Jiang Baoyu, as if there is some ambiguity in his eyes.

Nie Tian did not know what kind of grievances between the two men, he was not interested, of course, would not ask.

"Nie Tian, ​​dust Wuqing that person, you must be careful!" At this time, the heartbroken son looked at Nie Tian, ​​his face was actually a little worried, cautiously reminded.

"This person's talent is indeed very strong, I will be careful." Nie Tian nodded slightly, although the dust Wuqing talent is strong, he is not afraid.

At the moment, the Broken Man’s son shook his head and said: “If I didn’t read it wrong, Dust Wuqing should be a congenital **** warrior!”

"The congenital gods and warriors?" Nie Tian slightly stunned, and some did not understand the words of the broken sausage.

The heartbroken man is gazing tightly and said: "The godhead is the symbol of the sacred warrior. Many people's gods are inherited. The true condensed gods are only about one-tenth. But the godhead has another way of obtaining, extremely Rare, so it is rarely mentioned."

"God can also be born!"

"Natural Godhead?" Nie Tianshuang trembled slightly, his face could not help but become weird.

Godhead can be born, this is the first time he heard about it.

"Yes!" The heartbroken son focused on the head and said: "In this world, there are very few warriors. When it is still a fetus, the martial arts are different from others. The phagocytosis is very strong and can swallow a powerful force from the mother. , directly in the fetal stage to cultivate the gods!"

"This·······" Nie Tian's eyes trembled fiercely, and the heart could not help but **** a cold breath.