"I just don't want this world! Otherwise, this world would have been mine long ago!"
The white-haired man looked at the dark and yellow figure rushing in and said lightly.
"You don't want this world?? If that's the case, then why are you doing this?"
The black and yellow figure rushed forward quickly, and the aura all over his body surged in vain. In the process of increasing, his strength also continued to increase, as if his strength was temporarily increased.
"I just have something to do that I have to do! It has to be like this. There are many things in this world. It's not that human power cannot be changed, but that to change it, enough manpower is needed! I am here just to obtain human power!
"
The white-haired man finished speaking, and his figure disappeared almost instantly.
When he saw the black and yellow figure, he was immediately shocked. Before, he had been confident that this person had only activated the existence of spiritual roots, and he had to deal with Zangyou. After all, he had also activated the existence of spiritual roots, and there was only one person on the other side.
And on his side, the entire imperial city is his backing, so what should he be afraid of?
However, the man's appearance at such a rapid speed was enough to prove that his strength was far superior to his own.
The black and yellow figure suddenly stopped, turned his hands around, and struck seven or forty-nine palms into the void. Then, he opened his mouth wide, and a stream of dark yellow gas spurted out from his wrinkled mouth. The gas was like
As if being affected by magnetism, they all stuck to the forty-nine palm prints blasted out before. After a while, forty-nine golden palms formed in the air, and these palms were blasted in all directions.[
However, before these forty-nine palms could completely fly out, a larger black palm suddenly stretched out from the void. The palm was three meters long and covered with scales. Its claws were as long as
Like the claws of a devil.
This huge palm seemed to encompass everything. The forty-nine golden palms could not fly out of the palm of the dark claws. Then, the palms suddenly closed, but the sound of "click, click, click" came out.
, the people on the other side of the Holy Spirit felt their scalps numb and frightened.
Then, the palm disappeared, but a pile of rotten flesh appeared out of thin air, and the white-haired man appeared again on the dragon chair.
This time, people felt like they were breathing heavily.
"National Division"
The Holy Spirit seemed to have lost his soul, staring blankly at the being that had turned into rotten flesh.
"The Imperial Master just died like this??"
"The national master has activated his spiritual roots, but he can't make a single move in that person's hands... This"
"What kind of cultivation level does he have? When did such a terrifying existence appear in China?"
Some people were so shocked that they lost their voice. The last fighting spirit in their hearts was severely trampled by the white-haired man and disappeared.
But when the white-haired man suddenly stretched out his hand, turned his palm slightly, and then held it again, he saw a unique-shaped blade appearing in his hand. As the white-haired man waved it, the Imperial Master was about to flee.
The soul was immediately sucked into it by the adsorption force that rushed out from the inside of the blade.
Even the soul is not spared. If such a person is a kind person, there will be no evil people in the world.
What kind of knife is this??
The eyes of the Holy Lord Bi widened, while the ministers of the DPRK knelt on the ground tremblingly, not daring to move at all. They were very smart, and they knew that as long as they kept their peace, small characters like them could at least survive.
to life.
"What exactly do you want??"[
The Holy Master's face was extremely ugly, and he looked at Yi Han and gritted his teeth and asked.
"This world!"
"Don't even think about it!"
The answer of the white-haired man seemed to anger the Holy One. He roared, and then shouted: "Go!! All go up, kill him. If anyone kills him, I will sworn sworn sworn relationship with him and make him a divine state."
The Prince!!!!”
"Can these people risk their lives for such a small reward?"
The white-haired man shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with seriousness, and then he slowly spoke.
"Whoever kills this man, is loyal to me, and worships me as a saint will live!"
This cruel sound was not loud, but the moment it fell, everyone felt as if they were struck by lightning.
And the Holy One felt that something was wrong. His nerves suddenly became tense and he did not dare to look directly at everything around him.
However, a strong sense of crisis began to permeate his whole body, and he seemed to be able to feel the eager eyes from all around him.
"What are you going to do? What are you going to do? Are you going to rebel???"
The Holy One was angry and slapped the nearest being whose level had been maxed out but whose spiritual roots had not been opened.
The thick spiritual energy moved in his palm, and as he attacked, it penetrated hard into the man's body. The man was unable to defend himself, and was instantly attacked by the spiritual energy. His body instantly collapsed and turned into pieces and died.
"I will kill anyone who rebels against me!!"
The Holy One shouted hysterically.
"kill him!!"
At this time, I don’t know who suddenly roared. Then, the masters standing around the Holy One stared at the Holy One with murderous eyes. All the powerful people nearby rushed over, and they rushed over.
, as if afraid of being a step too late, he struck hard at the pilgrim with one killing move after another.
At this moment, all the generals who were standing on the side of the Holy One turned against each other and went on a mad pilgrimage to kill them. Although the Holy One had activated the existence of his spiritual roots, how could he withstand this group of desperadoes?
After a while, he was retreating steadily and couldn't resist it. But after a while, he was extremely weak. There were countless wounds all over his body. He tried his best to resist, and his killing moves kept coming. Some people couldn't resist him at all.
Attacked and almost killed.
But at this time, the white-haired man would take decisive action to save these people.
After all, these people have already expressed their determination to attack the Holy One. So, they are people who surrender to him. How can he not save them?
On the verge of death, the white-haired man above suddenly stood up, and the holy emperor was surrounded by people. He was the king yesterday, and today he is like a bereaved dog.
"I didn't expect that after working so hard to manage China for so long, I would end up like this!"
The Holy One was panting and his eyes were empty as he spoke.
The past is like smoke, but in fact, after all the prosperity, after all the prosperity, isn’t it just bones and dirty smell? No matter how gorgeous the scene is, it may turn into dust and gravel in the next second.
"In the face of absolute power, the so-called power is just a floating cloud!"
The white-haired man said calmly.
When the Holy Father heard this, he immediately fell silent.
Power is a product based on strength. Without strength, how can there be power?