Poof!

Less than a breath SIRS Terran statue can not support one by one, such as being struck by lightning and spitting out one mouthful blood limply.
They looked at Sue ink with horror.
Only then did they realize what pressure Su Mo was under at the moment!
That man is single-handedly carrying the power of respecting the people against the will of respecting the people!
That body looks so thin.
However, the spine is straight, and the feet are rooted in the earth, which is like an unstoppable’ person’. The majestic word holds up the crumbling’ sky’ for them!
Chapter three thousand three hundred and thirty-five Heaven and earth melting pot
It’s hard to hide the shock of watching this scene, not only from all the Terrans, but also from all the families.
Twelve saints looked down at this scene and looked indifferent.
They know Sumegan can’t win!
Sage Yang said, "Su Mo, it’s really reckless of you to fight against the venerable clan by yourself."
"Can you resist the will of all ethnic groups?"
Green harmony also rebuked a.
The offensive of the ten thousand families is becoming more and more fierce, and the merits of the golden lotus have gradually worn out and are slowly sinking!
This force is too strong!
As the saints have said, it is the will of all nationalities to inherit the merits and virtues of the golden lotus. Why can’t one person bear it?
Su Mo still maintains the posture of lifting the golden lotus of merit, but his six arms keep bending.
Merits and achievements have almost touched his crown!
Great pressure handed me Su Mo’s face was red, his neck was blue and his arms and sleeves were already broken!
Even he had to bow his head.
The golden lotus of merit slowly fell on his back!
"poof!"
Sue ink was shaking slightly and spit out a big mouthful of blood.
But he still hasn’t let go!
Although the bow is still straight!
The monkey’s long stick is bent into an exaggerated arc and seems to break at any time!
"Brother Su, run away and leave us alone!"
"If you are still alive, there is hope for the Terran!"
Fisherman, woodcutter and other people’s congresses said
These words seem strange to all terrans.
Sumo is the master of chaos, and the Terran will have hope when he lives.
But in this situation, people don’t have the heart to think about these things.
Su Mo said nothing and his face was horribly gloomy!
Behind him are hundreds of terran statues.
If he retreats, hundreds of Terran deities will be instantly drowned and turned into dust by the offensive of ten thousand Terran deities!
The monkey grinned and got up, and the lotus flower in his eyes was dim. Many of them limped around Su Mo.
Even if they die, they will die together!
Butterfly month pale also came to Su Mo’s side with firm eyes.
Even at this moment, she never regretted coming to the forbidden area!
Hundreds of terran deities helped each other and struggled to get up one by one, facing the fear of death when the ten thousand terran deities held their heads high and the facades butted!
Near Xuanzang Mountain
Hundreds of millions of terrans gathered in the mountains and looked up at the scene in the forbidden area.
Some people look sad and angry
Someone has tears in his eyes.
Some people are afraid to look down and cry …
Anger, despair, emotion, sadness, strength … all kinds of emotions echoed in Xuanzang Mountain, which made many terrans almost suffocated.
The figure of ten thousand families against this moment is so tragic!
"Who else can help him?"
Haitang’s face was full of tears and her voice trembled with a hint of crying.
"Two saints, do you have the heart to watch Su Mo watch those terran statues fall?"
"Don’t saints want to protect terrans?"
Many Terran monks looked at Jiang Chao and Hui, two Terran saints, and there was a glimmer of hope in their eyes.
Jiang Chao and Hui, two saints, bowed their heads and looked guilty.
Their hearts are also extremely uncomfortable and painful!
Of course they don’t have the heart.
But they dare not break the balance and get involved.
Even they don’t know whether they are afraid of the five holy places to anger the Terran or to get burned and abolish the position of saint.
"The mountain long you do something ….."
Many terrans looked at the white-haired old man again.
The mountain leader’s face was even more miserable, and his palm clenched the scroll, trembling slightly, but he didn’t say a word.
"If the Terran Wilderness Emperor hadn’t died, he would have soared to the world, and he would never be bullied by the Terran by the ten thousand families!"
A terran hands clenched suddenly said