As Qin Yichen flew all the way, he clenched the magic sword in his hand, and the dragon pattern on his back was directly transformed into a thunder dragon entrenched, as if he had rear eyes growing for him, his dragon eyes glared and stared.

Qin Yichen was waiting. When there was another battle drum beaten, Shebi Corpse and Pitie would still be shattered for a moment. Perhaps, that was a chance to fight back!

"Little miscellaneous, do you dare to make an inch? Let me tell you that the broken drum couldn't stop us before it was broken, let alone now!"

She Bishi saw Qin Yichen's killing intent, which made her grinned and gritted her teeth fiercely. Between her fingers, the poisonous light turned into snakes, insects, scorpions and pythons to kill.

"Don't worry about him for now, you will restore the power first, you can't feel it now. Once the fighting spirit method disappears, you can't stand it!"

Qin Yichen secretly said that it was a pity that he could only be haunted by sunflower water first, and continued to recover the divine power that had been severely worn out, but the fierceness of the God of Fighting Technique made him unable to feel.

What made Qin Yichen helpless was that the sound of the drum that was as shocking as a thunder, shattering the ancestral lich commander and demon might, except for the two sounded just now, at this moment Qin Yichen flew all the way, but could no longer sound!

This made Qin Yichen unable to find the opportunity for the Shebi Corpse and the Iron Demon Might to be shaken away, and a sudden attack occurred. The only opportunity was to fly by, and the poisonous cloud behind him overwhelmed the sky, destroying everything, until the blood infant ancestors were frightened.

"This time, it's really a big game! Know if you have a big game?! Have a good time!"

While the ancestor of Blood Infant was nervous, he was also inexplicably excited and mad, because he knew that if he could beat the drum of Emperor Heaven again, then they would have a chance to turn defeat into victory!

Although Shebi corpse was covered with poisonous blood, so that he would not dare to touch it, or drink it for nothing, but the iron-sucking blood, it really contains the most tenacious and sharp power!

I didn't expect to be able to taste the blood of a demon commander in this life, happy! happy!

"boom!!!"

Suddenly, Qin Yichen's eyes suddenly opened up. He saw the corpse in the world, a cracked battle flag floating in the star space, and the skeletal remains of those who were beaten.

These are not just the top ten **** races, they are the aspiring people of the emperor clans from all quarters since the emperor heaven one hundred and fifty emperors, all have sprinkled their blood here!

But in the place where the corpses were all over the wild, I saw a war drum rising high. Qin Yichen thought that the war drum should be buried by the bones. Fallen opponents.

But the war drum at this moment seemed to be pulled up again from the sea of blood on the corpse mountain, standing high in the sky, when Qin Yichen saw the war drum, everything in front of him was distorted again. It was the **** of the race, and it came from the depths of the soul. Scream!

"Beat the drum!!!"

"You can't stop the war drum! Beat the drum!"

It was a battle where the world broke apart. The battle flag could not be fallen, and the battle drum could not be stopped. Qin Yichen saw a powerful man using the imperial soldier as a drumstick, violently beating, shaking the earth and the earth.

The sound of the drums was like a shocking explosion, which seemed not inferior to Lei Ze's roar. At that time, the war drum was still extremely intact, and the head of the drum was unbroken.

I saw thunderstorms that were set off by the war drums under a single strike, swept past, causing many coveted strong men to be directly shattered into a cloud of blood and died!

"You can't stop the drum of war!"

That battle seemed to be a buzzword, it was a battle to cut the future of the true dragon clan, cut the roots, and prevent it from turning over! This is also a battle for the future of the true dragon!

Many powerful men were red-eyed, and the emperor soldiers fell apart. A powerful man with a true dragon tribe easily found the leg bones of a fellow Daoist. It was used as a drumstick and beaten vigorously. The sound of the drums shook the sky and the fighting spirit. Immortal.

"War drum, can't stop..."

The tragic past and the tragedy of the present are intertwined together. When Qin Yichen blinks again, it seems that he has returned to the present tens of millions of years later.

I saw the war drum collapsed, and surrounding the war drum, and finally even killed the divine shadow who used Dao bones and even his own emperor bones as drumsticks, it was long gone.

The middle of the war drum had been broken, I don't know how powerful it was, and there were only a few glowing lights around the side of the war drum.

Looking at the glowing light, Qin Yichen couldn't help being stunned. This, this, seems to have taken the opportunity to fly out of the Dragon Extinguishing Instrument when he was fighting against the Sabi Corpse just now.

"They didn't leave..."

Qin Yichen was stunned. These remnant spirits did not leave, and their strength was so weak that there was no power at all.

But they didn't even leave, they still stayed in the place of the dragon burial. They dug out the war drum from the sea of blood on the corpse mountain, and beat the thunder with disdain!

"They think... this battle is back."

Qin Yichen's eyes trembled, didn't he just come back? The war never stopped, but it was silent for tens of millions of years, and after tens of millions of years, they who were bleeding with the same blood, didn't they come back?

Therefore, these ancestors beat the drums for them!

There were no more than four or five remnant spirits surrounding the war drum, as if the world was broken in that battle, and too many strong men of the ten great protoss were scattered, and there were only a few remnant spirits left.

I saw a ray of glowing light rising slightly, like a ray of firefighting, the middle of the war drum was shattered, and I could only hit the edge that was also cracked.

That glowing light rose slightly, then fell heavily, turning into a loud noise!

boom! ! !

Thunder appeared, the war broke out!

The drum sound like nine days of thunder and fury swept across all directions, slamming Fang Qiu, like a tragic sound, the wind is depressed and the water is cold, the warrior will never return after a battle!

When the trembling drums swept across the sky, Qin Yichen looked back angrily, and saw that the corners of the mouths of Yan Tie and Shebi's corpse twitched, seeming to be holding back the monster blood that almost surged back!

Not to mention the Yue Gaoge who immediately followed, his face almost pale, I didn't know whether he was holding his head or his eardrums, but he felt that the soul in his head was about to explode!

It seemed that the first two drums were very far apart, and when the drums were transmitted through, their power was mostly wiped out by time and space, but now, the drums of the Emperor Heaven Realm are close at hand! Moreover, the sound of war drums does not have power every time it erupts. The thunder falling is like a heavy hammer gouge. The first two times may have only lost the power of powerful people such as the corpse and the iron for a moment, and can withstand more times. , Their demon power also began

disorder!

"Emperor Rune, my Emperor Rune..." Among them, Yue Gaoge was the most feared. He could feel that every time the war drum broke out, the Emperor Rune on his skin would shatter a little, as if this war drum was not just a shock, but Is enough to smash them to death and shatter their Taoist emperor patterns

, That is, Daoxing hit hard!

Now it can only be shocked, but it is because the heavenly battle drum of the emperor's heaven has been broken! A war drum shocked the world, making Qin Yichen, who was chased all the way and beaten by the ancestor witch and demon commander, raised up again, but Bai Guanxing was full of grief and raised his head and roared: "Don't beat the drum again. NS!!!"