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Chapter 1303 black and white

This was an urgent voice, as if he was in a desperate crisis.

In this critical situation, what kind of environment did the owner of this voice find himself in, so that he would be in such a turbulent state of mind that he would use his roaring voice to warn them to leave quickly?

"Why is this voice so familiar..."

This is majestic and legitimate and cannot be violated. Under this voice, there is only absolute obedience to it.

Although this voice carries a hint of fatigue at this moment. Although this voice carries a hint of absolute determination, this voice is still powerful. It is still extremely arrogant and no one can refuse it.

But soon, another thing replaced this voice. It was a strong fighting spirit in the void, and a strong anger that never melted.

This fighting spirit is beyond description. Although they don't know where this fighting spirit comes from, it is already as strong as it is real.

People present could even clearly feel that their skin and body surface were stimulated by this essence.

"Hahaha!"

Suddenly, there was a laughter that echoed in the heaven and earth.

Jiuyin Tianzun's eyes suddenly shrank. Not only him, but also the three great powers in the late stage of destruction who were refining the ice stones in the alchemy furnace in Shenzhou.

Jiuyin Tianzun suddenly turned his head, and the three people inside suddenly raised their heads. Their eyes all fell on the same person.

This person is Tianzun Zejin.

At this moment, he was laughing, laughing so hard that he almost shed tears, but his heart was so excited that he almost went crazy.

"Master...this is Master's voice." Zejin Tianzun laughed wildly, tears streaming down his face, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

"Martial Ancestor...this is really the voice of Martial Ancestor." Jiuyin Tianzun was shocked in his heart and took a deep breath before speaking.

A long, long time ago, Martial Ancestor was born, and he was a master of martial arts. With only one hand, he could defeat all the strong ones. Including him, Nine Sound Heavenly Lord, Han Xiangzi, and several other rising stars in the late stage of the Destruction Realm.

They had witnessed with their own eyes the demeanor of Martial Ancestor. His heroic appearance and invincible power. It seemed that he would open up another glorious chapter in the Shenhuang Heaven.

If Martial Ancestor had been around, Shenhuangtian would indeed have reached the heights of the past. But back then, Martial Ancestor resolutely set foot on the legendary road to find the source of why those strong men fell. Looking for, his

The whereabouts of Master. After so many years, many people have long forgotten the name of Wu Zu. Only those people from back then are still under the shadow of Wu Zu.

"Master...Master is indeed alive. My disciples have always believed that Master cannot die. He is destined to be invincible through martial arts!"

What an unknown place, what a peerless crisis. Under Martial Ancestor's fist, it can only disappear in an instant.

"Martial Ancestor...it is indeed Martial Ancestor. He is not dead. But, why is his voice heard here? Why is it so anxious? It seems that he is experiencing a life-and-death battle."

The sky is cloudy and rainy.

Those two big blood-red characters did not dissipate because of Jiuyin Tianzun's Taoist sound waves. They kept falling heavily on people's hearts, creating heavy depression.

In a daze, there was another big earthquake in the sky and the earth. In a radius of thousands of miles, the big trees as tall as the stars swayed one after another.

There is a scene that seems to have passed through countless light years and is revealed in people's eyes.

This is a distance of light years, and it may have happened for many years. But how many years, they cannot guess.

This is a picture, a tragic picture.

It was a heroic man in gray clothes who had gone through an extremely difficult battle.

The battle, the never-ending battle. The monks did not stop, the fighting did not stop. Finally, on a desolate land, this man stood with his hands behind his hands, standing proudly between heaven and earth. Under his feet, there were countless corpses piled up.

Facing this mountain of bones, this man showed a satisfied smile. With this kind of smile, even if the whole world was red, it could not hide his amazement.

"I am guarding Master's will. The earth behind me, the sky above me, as well as all the heavens, worlds, and races must follow me to complete this will and mission!"

"Anyone who disobeys can only be wiped out with one punch from me!"

It was indeed wiped out with one punch. People saw that all the figures were wiped out with that punch.

With one punch, no one can beat him. He sheds blood in one punch, and the blood spreads in the world.

Then, there was snow falling from the sky and the earth again, covering the cold valley in the sky. There was another morning and evening, alternating in an instant.

At this moment, the man in gray clothes seemed to feel something. He frowned.

Figures appeared, thirteen in total. They were wearing golden armor. They were like ancient generals awakening from their slumber.

Their whole bodies were covered in armor, and no body surface could be seen.

At the moment they appeared, the heaven and earth began to ripple, and golden light appeared everywhere. Everything was shattered in it. The high mountains were also shattered by the sharp edges in the collision.

The battle broke out again. This time, the man in gray clothes naturally couldn't destroy the thirteen figures with one punch so easily.

People felt the seriousness of the situation in the frown of the man in gray.

Fierce and tragic. This time it was the tragedy of the man in gray. The world fell into a great shock, which lasted day after day, month after month.

Everyone was stained with blood, and it was impossible to tell whose blood it belonged to. From this, we could see how far the battle had gone. Both sides only thought about the battle of life and death, and no longer cared about anything.

The strong men in the Xuan Realm have already felt frightened. They know who the strong man in gray is.

That is the Martial Ancestor. The Martial Ancestor who overpowers all the strong ones.

But under the siege of these thirteen people, he was seriously injured.

It was dark and there was no light. When people looked at the scene, there was only a fierce loud noise. Apart from that, it was difficult to see other colors, let alone their figures.

Until, there was a great golden light. But it was not the light. It came from the Martial Ancestor.

"Xuanhuang is immortal. This is truly immortal. What can you do to me?"

A burst of laughter spread, and then, a blow penetrated the God of War. After the blow, it was connected again.

This seemed to be the ultimate sublimation of the Martial Ancestor, burning with his life. It was really as powerful as breaking a bamboo, and he destroyed these thirteen god generals with one punch.

"A scam, it turns out that this is all a scam. Black and white exist, and I am just a chess piece. A chess piece in Master's hands..."

"It was early spring when the spring water covered the sky and the sky was cold, and I was rowing the boat. The light wind disturbed the cold blue water... It was I who opened the boat curtain."

"Then, I have been obsessed with it for so many years. Just waiting for that wave of attacks to come back again. However, when I came here, I found that it was all a scam. There is no master here...

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