All the divine energies intertwined, and in the sky above the Cloud Palace, all the paths resonated, faintly manifesting a brilliant galaxy.
At the same time, there was a divine signal, and some powerful people from various tribes retreated quietly, but then, there was a loud bang, and the entire Yunkong Tower shook violently.
Above the dome, the sky was dark, as if it had been blocked, and a feeling of sultry heat arose out of thin air.
"No one can leave." Under the ever-burning lamp, Dao Qiyi said calmly.
not good!
The strong men of the tribes changed their colors, and outside the cloud sky, it was as if the world had changed, becoming completely black. Just like where the Seventy-One was, it seemed as if they had fallen into a black hole, and many people felt uncomfortable.
, especially the saints, felt an inexplicable heat, a burning feeling from the inside out, as if they were about to be ignited.
Saint Fuhai showed an unprecedented solemn look, and now he was in trouble.
"The passage of time is like a universe of light, turned upside down!"
In mid-air, the Fourth Dragon Girl Ao Quan let out a long groan. Her whole body was glowing, like a goddess who had been banished to the human world. Countless light rains emerged and condensed into a simple millstone in front of her. On this millstone,
There seem to be countless carvings, and each carving is like a galaxy, with spots of light, stars disillusioned, and reincarnation in the universe.
The next moment, the millstone reversed, and a brilliant light swept out. Wherever it passed, the white jade corridor suddenly decayed, the stone benches withered, and the strange flowers in the spring pool beside the corridor withered, as if all time had been rubbed away at once.
"The weapon of law!"
Someone exclaimed, this kind of powerful taboo killing wiped out the years. I didn't expect that the four dragon girls from the Ao family in the East China Sea were actually sanctified with the weapon of law. This kind of enlightenment was destined to be in the Saint.
You will go very far on the road to the realm, far better than the saints in the same realm.
too strong!
Even Ao Yu suddenly changed his color. He reached up to the sky with the palm of his hand, covering all directions above and below, resisting all the light of the universe.
boom!
With just one blow, he staggered back, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth. Even though he had just been broken by Su Qinian, he was defeated so simply now, which also indicates that the successor of Zhou Guanglu in the East China Sea, his understanding of Zhou Guanglu is even more important to him.
On top of that, coupled with the stimulation of the weapon of law, even the giants of the Holy Realm have to avoid the edge temporarily.
"In the past, Huanyulu suppressed the starry sky in the hands of Emperor Aoyu and competed with the emperor. You had the name of Aoyu in vain. Huanyulu had an empty atmosphere. You even colluded with foreign races and tarnished the name of the emperor in the past. You should commit suicide."
How can He De be as famous as Ao Quan?"
This four-dragon girl from the Ao family in the East China Sea is sharp-tongued and merciless. With her stunning appearance, she also possesses cultivation and combat prowess that are astonishing under the stars. Few of her generation can match her.
Such a domineering demeanor made the saints even more admired. This is what a direct descendant of the Renlong family should look like.
"kill!"
With a slight scolding, the Fourth Dragon Girl Ao Quan was domineering and fierce. She clenched her beautiful fists, and the celestial light millstone moved with the fist and pushed forward. It actually enveloped Ao Yu and others in the fist.
under.
"you dare!"
Ao Yu angrily rebuked and got really angry. The previous successor of Suotian was just a holy king. The four dragon girls of the Ao family in the East China Sea had been as famous as him since childhood because of the two God-less Records of Huanyu and Zhouguang. Now they are used like this
The way he acted did not regard him as an opponent at all, it was an undisguised contempt.
"enough."
A cold voice sounded. It was the descendant of the ancient Tao clan sitting cross-legged under the ever-bright lamp on the ninth floor of Yunkong Palace. Dao Qiyi did not wait for Ao Yu to make another move. He raised one hand and pointed his index finger towards the four dragon girls.
Ao Quan pressed it down gently.
boom!
Suddenly, a burst of illusory fire exploded from Ao Quan's fist. The Zhouguang millstone was ignited and burned to ashes in his breath. Ao Quan, the fourth dragon girl, also groaned and took half a step back. She was beautiful and sharp.
His eyes shot out with a brilliance more dazzling than the divine sun, staring at the figure under the ever-burning lamp.
"Burning the Tao becomes fire. Everyone, bury your body with your own Tao. This should be a perfect destination."
Dao Seventy-One spoke calmly and said again: "This is inside the Dao Furnace. All the Dao are fire and can only be turned into firewood. Although it is not as good as the Jue Dao Nail to cut off the Dao, you'd better not stir up the Dao.
I can give you a little more time, as long as you are willing to plant the seal of the Tao and create peace for eternity, then you will be safe and sound."
Damn it!
In the Yunkong Palace, all the saints have changed their colors, just like what the successor to Suotian said, this is clearly a plan, not to mention the furnace fire that burns all the ways, even the seal, it doesn't sound like anything good.
Things are most likely to be controlled, and life or death cannot be controlled.
And now, if he can't stir up all the Dao, what's the difference between him and Su Qinian who was hit by the ultimate nail? Not to mention the seemingly unfathomable Dao Seventy-One, even Ao Yu is hard for everyone to defeat.
"The old man will survive a thousand battles outside the Dragon Gate. He is dying for the rest of his life. He didn't expect that he would still be able to fight at the end of his life. It's really not in vain!"
The old saint's vicissitudes of life and sonorous voice sounded. Several Fu family saints tensed their muscles and hesitated to speak, but in the end they did not say anything. Some things do not need to be said, and some wills can be passed on forever. At this moment,
Several Fu family saints finally understood that what they had been missing over the years was not their cultivation and enlightenment, nor the elixirs and divine materials, but the battle bones that were sleeping in the bones of war, lost in the spiritual stones and precious medicines.
Blood, the fighting spirit that is brighter than the sun, is the most important thing that has been passed down by many human race ancestors for countless years, not only the secrets of warfare, but also the secrets of battle.
Boom!
There was scorching battle blood reviving from the old saint's body. The white silk robe was lifted up, and the exposed body was covered with scars from swords, guns, swords and halberds. They were the indelible marks left by the wounds of the law. This was a
An old soldier, the most precious memory.
Even when he is old and his energy and blood are exhausted, the saint's war blood is still as hot as a rumbling war drum.
"In the wild days of the past, my human race had not yet opened up a path to spiritual practice, so we used this body to fight bloody battles between heaven and earth, fighting with the ancient beasts of the wilderness, and surviving under the claws of all tribes. Even if we shed the last drop of blood, we would never bow down and surrender.
Today, the old man will imitate the ancestors of the wilderness and use his blood to kill the ancient relics and clean up the family!"
Boom!
The old saint took a step forward, and a divine sun seemed to rise in the sky. The rolling heat wave that hit his face actually made the third prince Ao Yu feel a little trembling for no reason.
The saint who was old and didn't have many years to live could actually burst out with such blood, which greatly exceeded his expectations.
Under the ever-burning lamp, Dao Qiyi slowly stood up. Some ancient memories were unearthed, and he had the intention of taking action.
In front of the arena, before the old saint could take another step, a big, ordinary-looking but firm and powerful hand pressed on his shoulder.
"Senior, why use it? We have inherited the blood of war, and today we will kill the enemy bandits to honor the bones of our forefathers!" (Please subscribe)