Wutian, who laughed loudly, stopped smiling, and the extremely excited demons stopped their wild behavior.
When the heaven and the earth were silent, everyone focused on the Taoist.
The Taoist is dressed in white, his figure is white, his feet are white, the front of him is white, the back is white, the whole sky is white, he walks in the light, in the bright world.
Brightness and justice illuminate the world, and light comes to the world again.
Wutian Demon Ancestor's pupils shrank, and he said coldly: "I never thought you would actually reach this point. You suppressed me back then, and I vow to find it again today."
Qingluo didn't answer or say a word, the cloud sleeves of his robe came out, and the four derivative chains came out of his hand, spanning the heaven and earth and spreading through time and space, Hunyuan's mind locked on the Wutian Demon Ancestor.
The God-killing Spear came out from Wutian's hand, and one spear shot out like a billion spears. The power of Hunyuan was not retained at all, and it flew across the heaven and earth with great force and collided with the four derived chains.
The four derivative chains transformed into thousands, and the four transformed into forty thousand, white shadows flew all over the sky, and collided with the endless black spear light.
Countless explosions rang out, and each ray of the God-killing Spear collided with each derivative magic chain, which would burst out with terrifying destructive power. The entire prehistoric world was shaking violently, the earth was cracked, and the sky was shattered, just like the scene of the end of the world.
At this moment, all living beings were terrified and all the immortals were shocked.
Each of the great ancestors had their pupils shrunk, their expressions were dull, or their faces were full of yearning, with different expressions.
The radiance of the God-killing Spear all over the sky suddenly merged into one, turning into a black light that broke through numerous magic chains and reached Qingluo's true body. All the derived magic chains it passed along the way broke and fell to the ancient land.
Qing Luo was not shocked at all, the gun came to the front of him, a dark yellow light flashed, a picture of the world was isolated from the front body, and he took the magic gun into it.
At the same time, behind the Wutian Demon Ancestor, countless purple blood thorns suddenly burst out, and in the process of flying into the sky, billions of thorns melted into one, turning into the majesty of a sky-reaching tree, directly eating the Hunyuan Demon Ancestor.
But Wutian Demon Ancestor suddenly shouted: "How dare you be so presumptuous?"
In an instant, he transformed into hundreds of millions of demon spirits and swooped down, but it was too late.
I saw Qing Luo standing in the middle of the sky, his eyes were cold and ruthless, he stretched out his left palm to push, and said: "Destroy!"
Countless magic chains that had been broken by the God-killing Spear fell to the ground, and endless light burst out instantly. A pure white world enveloped countless ferocious beasts and countless demons.
The light is grand and splendid in the sky, the hot white light has whitened the world, and the darkness has been swept away.
The light dissipates and the world is empty of demons and evil.
At this moment, the endless ferocious beasts and demons all turned into fly ash and disappeared between heaven and earth.
A group of powerful men also escaped from the trap, but they looked at Qing Luo with horrifying eyes.
In one moment, a billion vicious demons turned into nothingness!
Not only was he shocked by his strength, he was also shocked by his courage!
Qing Luo retracted his left palm and said calmly: "Why don't I dare?"
Wutian tried his best to protect him, but he could only save less than a million demons despite resisting the attack of the Purple Blood Thorn.
Demon Ancestor Wutian shouted: "Today's hatred will not stop until death!"
The sky resounds with the devil's anger, the earth echoes with the devil's voice, and the soul-frightening devil's voice echoes back to the heaven and the earth.
Qing Luo said lightly: "Why bother?"
Wutian Demon Ancestor was extremely angry and shouted: "It is useless to serve as the Supreme Hunyuan, killing ants for your own selfishness!"
Qing Luo suddenly smiled and said nonchalantly: "Fellow Taoist Wutian already said it was an ant.
Why should we be angry because of the life and death of ants?
What's more, life and death of ants are also determined. Hundreds of thousands of vicious demons have harmed countless living beings in the wild, and they are the catastrophe of all living beings.
Today, I am the calamity of all the demons.
Tribulation rises and falls, life and death are uncertain."
Blood color appeared in Wutian Demon Ancestor's eyes, which was red anger!
Black lotuses bloomed at Wutian's feet, and the flowers bloomed in 12 grades, paving the hollow sea of ​​lotus, and the ink pond lotus once again rendered the sky and earth black.
Qing Luo reached out and made a move, and the nine-grade golden lotus appeared in the nightless city. The golden lotus bloomed and dazzled with golden light. Golden lotuses fell from the sky, and golden lotuses surged from the ground. Above and below were heaven and earth, and between heaven and earth was the lotus realm.
The black lotus blooms because of the devil, and the terrifying darkness dyes the sky and clouds. The black ink sky and the golden light are separated by a thin line, and the gold and black conflict, making it difficult to distinguish the superior from the inferior.
The sky and the earth are divided into two colors: gold and black. The golden lotus sea is accompanied by golden clouds, with thousands of acres and thousands of acres. The golden lotus is strong and the sun is bright, the black lotus is full of demonic energy, and the dark lotus pond is filled with evil energy.
The two drew a line at the intersection of the void, and between the lines was the tit-for-tat collision of the two lotus seas, destroying and dying without stopping.
But after all, the Lotus Sea in the Black Pond is more prosperous, because the lotus is born in the twelfth grade.
The golden lotus sea was gradually forced back and gradually declined.
Qingluo reaches out a little, and the towering beads of creation transform into thousands. One bead falls on thousands of lotuses. One lotus is born and one bead falls. The green creation is combined with the bright golden light. The lotus blooms and the lotus falls. When it is destroyed, it is reborn. When it is reborn, it is reborn. There is vitality.
unlimited.
Wutian Demon Ancestor's expression was solemn, and his furious mood calmed down. Even though the man in front of him had just entered the realm of Hunyuan Supreme, his strength was unexpectedly strong. With the power of the Lord of the Path, he occupied the time and space of the Demonic Tribulation, but it was only a little while.
Although he is at a disadvantage, it seems that his strength is indeed impressive.
The mind is turning a hundred times, the body of Wutian Demon Ancestor shows the supreme demonic appearance, the demonic path rotates around the back of his head, and the demonic appearances are all living.
The demonic appearance can break through the false obsession with one glance and falls into Qingluo's eyes.
Qing Luo's pupils shrank, and countless divine patterns circulated in his eyes, trapping the demon spirits that entered his mind with thousands of derivative patterns, and strangled them instantly.
The purple blood thorns suddenly rose up, leaping high into the sky again, meeting countless demonic souls and devouring them all.
Wutian Demon Ancestor raised his palms together and commanded to kill the gods. The god-killing spear broke out of the map and returned to his palms.
Qingluo didn't take it seriously and took back the creation map.
After all, no matter how powerful the creation diagram is, it is just a spiritual treasure created by the power of a quasi-sage. Without the saint's Hunyuan power, it is naturally difficult to trap this unique weapon, the God-killing Spear.
Wutian Demon Ancestor no longer used his magical powers, but went far away alone, stepping on the black lotus, holding the God Killer, shaking the sky with his spear, tearing the void step by step, and swooping in with eternal murderous intention.
Thousands of derivative magic chains around Qingluo's body are like thousands of white warriors charging away. Each derivative magic chain is a derivative. The three thousand avenues are immortal and the derivative magic chains are endless.
The god-killing spear shattered the endless magic chain, and the endless magic chain returned to its original state. The battle between the magic chain and the god-killing spear lasted for hundreds of millions of miles, shattering endless mountains and rivers, shaking the four seas, surging water, and causing earthquakes in four major continents.
As time goes on, mountains collapse and rivers and lakes burst their banks and change their courses.
Even the restrictions of golden rules and chains are unable to stop the Hunyuan Demon Ancestor who is doing his best.
In the Battle of the Gods, saints showed great power, but they were suppressed by great calamities. Moreover, as a saint, they would not underestimate the ancient world, so there were many suppressions and restrictions. Five out of ten times, the saint's power was never revealed.
Today's Demon Ancestor Wu Tian is not a Hunyuan Saint. He does not need to worry about the ancient world, let alone all living beings in this world.
The great masters of all parties no longer watched the battle flawlessly and understood the supreme principles of the Hunyuan Supreme. They all returned to the dojo to guard the mountain gate of their own dojo to avoid the disappearance of the gate and the decline of luck.
Chapter completed!