"Amitabha."

Desolate, compassionate, heavy voices gathered together, buzzing and echoing between the vast world. More than 80% of the people in the battlefield stopped fighting because of this Buddha's name, and their eyes chased the young figure and stopped on their tender cheeks.

"How can the donor Ou be alone to slaughter the world?"

The sound was full of energy, and a faint pressure came out with the sound. The eyes with a slightly weaker strength showed a confused look, and the words of the person buzzed in his mind.

"Sacrifice Buddha's presence in person should be able to resolve the killing, but what is your priest? Is it qualified to teach others? "

The name of Buddha Sacrifice is very famous in all planes of the vast world. Countless people once dreamed and worked hard to pursue the incarnation of Buddha Sacrifice in various planes. They found that the other party was not as magical as they imagined. At best, they were more high in status and more profound in Buddhism. However, they had never had a surprising performance in the strength that warriors care about the most. Over time, when they are no longer powerful, the so-called fame and identity are nothing more than passing clouds and smoke, and even a fig leaf can play a role.

When facing the people coming, many strong people present were not polite. You gave up the Buddha and were a powerful person in the world, but now you are not qualified to shout here.

The battle continued, the killing continued. Ou Jingjing wiped off the sweat from her forehead and endured the pain in the wounds on her body. She continued to fight with the long stick as a tool to stop the battle. She never looked back at those who turned around and did it on herself. Even if she fought face to face, she would never look at the other party's eyes.

I will stop killing, not to win gratitude, not to win respect, but to win the hero in my heart. Are you grateful and repentant? I don’t have that eloquence and energy to change. All I can do is for the hero in my heart.

Shivering, the ground suddenly trembled violently, and then the deep pits guarded by dozens of Hakan disciples, as well as the magic weapons and soul weapons covered in the deep pits, seemed to be impacted by unparalleled power. In the Hakan Sect's new camp in the distance, several powerful men from the Thousand Tribulation Martial Saint realm shouted: "Get out of there!"

Those who reacted quickly gave up the so-called refining as soon as possible, grabbed the magic weapon or hordes they allocated, and retreated from the deep pit as quickly as possible. Those who reacted slowly were still surprised what was wrong. They seemed to have turned around and had not yet turned back. There was no look of fear in their eyes. The whole person seemed to have been evaporated by the human world. The aura of destruction without any aura before was gushed out from the pit, instantly swallowing the warriors within the gushing range, and the flesh and blood turned into a blood color, becoming part of the tide of the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the tides mixed with shining crystal points spread out and sprayed straight into the air. It was not until a substantial tide similar to a rainbow was drawn to the east, and the power to destroy everything broke through the sky. Various auras instantly scattered throughout the sky. Countless hidden monsters between the snow-capped mountains and plateaus flew into the sky, snatching the spiritual treasures of heaven and earth that splashed out from the tide.

Fight against the power of the tide, fight against the power splashed out of the spiritual treasures of heaven and earth, fight against the memory power of certain weapons and armor itself...

For a moment, the whole sky was dazzling, and the confrontation between various weapons and equipment was colorful. People who were hiding outside the battlefield before could not help but rush into the battle group. Those who were originally in the center became the first wave of people suppressed by the tide. Facing the powerful energy gushing out from the ground, most of them were stunned. They could no longer fight when they were on the edge. Why do they rush into the tide to grab the tide? Just leaning on the outside to pick up the remaining positions, why do they have to fight for their life to grab the closest distance?

"Hey, God Slaughter, wait any longer, it will be the target of attack." Nie Kong glanced at Ou Jingjing first, and then greeted Yakong God Slaughter, who was transformed into one of billions of people in the distance. He glanced at the young monk Sacrifice in the distance, and signaled the powerful aura that was approaching rapidly in the distance.

Others may underestimate this young monk. The stronger the one, the better the one, the better it is. In the body of the God-Slaying God, there is a huge energy that makes everyone feel palpitations.

"Amitabha. Donor Nie is here, so the little monk is relieved." The God of Tu first saluted Ou Jingjing, then smiled at Nie Kong, and walked calmly towards the tide of the Sky that forced the weak warrior to open. Soon, only one back was left to everyone.

Nie Kongen was outside the battlefield, and Ou Jingjing was constantly retreating at this moment, while he chose to wrap himself in the square seal in the world, fighting against the tide of the sky, and slowly walking towards the depths of the tide of the sky like a slaughter of the gods.

Walking by Ou Jingjing, Nie Kong did not stop.

Heroes and heroes are used to commemorate and respect, but not to join forces. If you don’t do things in a different way, why bother to let yourself be condemned by justice? Why not let the heroes look at you and her in a different way.

When the hero dies, he will be in trouble, and when the hero dies, a hero's tears, a bouquet of Gesang flowers, a pot of old turbid wine, and a bow to the ground. It is enough, enough.

Ten steps later, a petite white shadow appeared behind Nie Kong.

If you are wrong in the world, you will never look back. If you are forgotten in the world, can you forget each other? The word "forget" is destined to start with the wrong one. Nie Kongzhi, Jin Yutang only realized at this moment that since you can't forget it, you don't need to be wrong in the world. So why bother to make each other sad for a little bit of arrogance and reserve?

Jin Yutang is not an ordinary woman, and Nie Kong is not an ordinary man. Fate often only gives two people one chance. If you miss today, the cracked gap will go further and further until it will never intersect and become two parallel lines.

I missed it. Is it possible to meet in the vast battlefield of air based on years? Even if it happens, what year will it be? Is this marriage still there?

Jin Daping in the distance smiled, smiling more sincerely than her usual silly smile. She turned around and rushed into the distance, and rose up and joined the army snatching treasures. At the same time, Luan King Kong from the War God Hall also rushed into the tide ten feet high with his strong strength with his strong strength. When he entered, his vision was still projected on the place where the God of Slaughter and Nie Kong had entered before. In front of nature, any assistance was pale. In front of the Tide of Sky, the two guys were stronger than him, which made Luan King Kong grit his teeth and urged his true level.

Jin Qi and Hairong wanted to learn to rush into the tide like the God of Slaughter and Nie Kong with their magic weapons, but found that the things they were proud of in the past were so vulnerable before the giants who really needed to consider their strength. Apart from being pushed further, they could not even become the first group of people nearby to enter the tide of the sky.

Several figures came from far to near: "The Hunter Alliance does things, if you don't want to die, go away. The tide gushed within fifty feet of distance, and the stoppers died."

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