The sky is bright, but the sky and the earth have become pale. It seems that there is some terrifying existence gestating in the depths of the thick white clouds. Endless pressure falls from the sky, and the endless Minshan Mountains seem to have lowered their heads under its oppression.
Perhaps because the aura was too overbearing, the night at the northern foot of Min Mountain seemed to have been provoked by something. The night instantly spread southward until it reached the top of the big black umbrella.
The pale sky and earth suddenly darkened, and a chill that chilled people to the depths of their souls tore a small hole out of the Haotian divine glow that shrouded the sky and earth.
Headmaster Xiling looked at the night, but the hand holding the scepter turned white, because in the past eternal night, Haotian would fight with Pluto every time, but after the battle, eternal night would often fall.
Even though he was extremely loyal to Haotian, he also knew that the gate to the Kingdom of God was about to emerge, but as he watched the night suddenly spread, he had no faith in victory as to what the world would be like in the future.
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On the Hanging Mountain, the lecturer looked at the northern sky in the distance, with a trace of fear deep in his deep and cloudy eyes, but he did not have any subjective tendency towards the confrontation between black and white. It seemed that no matter who was winning, he
It will be extremely painful.
On an unnamed island somewhere in the South China Sea, an old man wearing a worn-out robe was fishing with a bamboo pole. He was also looking at the northern sky.
Regarding this battle between Haotian and the daughter of Pluto, he was very calm and showed no emotion, just like a top musician listening to the music played by another top musician, and he would never be worried about the other person.
Any emotional fluctuations caused by the music played will only be an extremely objective analysis of the techniques used by the other party and the mastery of the music.
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Many people looked at the white sky, but after just holding on for a moment, their eyes seemed to be pierced by thousands of silver needles, with stinging pain and blood flowing out.
But even so, some people endured the sting and looked at it, because they knew that the door to the Kingdom of God had appeared.
A thunder suddenly sounded from high in the sky!
The sky thunder instantly tore the sky into pieces and dropped to the wasteland. The desolate Gobi sands in the southwest of Minshan Mountain were swaying, and a sandstorm suddenly broke out with an unknown radius of tens of thousands of feet. The soil on the grassland bounced up, and then the green grass was torn apart by the terrifying shock of thunder.
The soil flew down again.
The hundreds of thousands of people at the foot of Minshan Mountain were so shocked by the thunder that their eardrums stung, and then they were forced to kneel on the ground by the pressure of the thunder.
Ning Que listened to the thunder and looked at the thunder. He remembered that a year ago in Washan, the twelfth senior brother used his sword to draw thunder. The thunder was also so powerful.
But at the next moment, he seemed to have thought of something and walked up to Sangsang without hesitation.
Because in that strange dream, he clearly remembered that after the thunder sounded, the door deep in the white clouds would open, and the golden dragon would appear.
But at this moment, the sky covered by white clouds became dim, as if something appeared and blocked the divine brilliance of Haotian above the sky.
A dragon claw as big as a mountain tore out the white clouds, and then, a huge dragon head poked out from the clouds.
The golden dragon head is in the sky, thousands of miles away from the ground, but all its details are clearly visible in front of people's eyes.
The dragon horns like two volcanoes are spreading countless light and heat to the earth. The scales are clearly visible like countless huge mirrors, and even the remaining messy patterns on the scales can be seen.
At the moment it appeared, the Haotian divine light above the sky became intense again, becoming countless times more dazzling than before.
The diffuse night seemed to encounter an extremely terrifying existence, and then, a white spot appeared in the depths of the night.
Suddenly, the huge dragon head exhaled a breath of dragon breath toward the ground, and countless crystal fragments flew from its mouth to the ground. Among them was the purest Haotian divine radiance, and the divine radiance contained the breath of Haotian.
Countless Xiling coalition forces who believed in Haotian would not give up this opportunity to get close to Haotian. They held up their hands devoutly to take the pieces, but after the pieces fell into their hands, their bodies seemed to have been dried by the wind.
The weeds of unknown age burned instantly like sparks touching them.
A gust of air suddenly fell from the sky, and then turned into a strong wind. The wind picked up the debris and floated towards the deserted army of less than 10,000 people.
Countless desolate people lit up the flames. They rolled on the ground wailing and trying to extinguish the fire on their bodies, but the fire became more intense.
After a short breath of time, all the desolate people except those elders in the Fate-Knowing Realm died, and the crystal fragments continued to float, and this time they floated towards the night above Sangsang's head.
It was the night that brought fear to countless people, including the headmaster of Xiling. Under the crystal-hot fragments, it didn't even last a breath, just like a black cloth that had been scratched by countless blades and turned into strands.
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Dragon's breath is the dragon's breath. Since there is exhalation, there is also inhalation.
As the giant golden dragon's mouth opened, the entire wasteland began to shake. Countless breaths of heaven and earth turned into pure turbulences and flowed upward into the sky. The bodies of the burned deserters turned into colorful crystals and flowed upward into the sky.
The dragon's eyes seemed to be filled with pleasure and greed because of the vitality of the human world. Its body poked out a little more from the white clouds, the white turbulence became faster, and the earth became pale.
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Ning Que felt that the Haoran Qi in his body was flowing out uncontrollably. Before he could use his will to resist the suction force, a sharp pain came from the right hand holding Sangsang, as if the bones in his hand were hurting.
It was shattered into pieces by some force.
Sangsang, who was holding a big black umbrella, took a few steps forward. Her body was instantly covered in countless white turbulences, and then flew into the sky with the turbulence.
In fact, when the golden dragon really appeared, Ning Que believed the authenticity of the dream, so he kept holding Sang Sang's hand tightly. He did not relax even when the awe-inspiring anger leaked out. However, Sang Sang still
Flying to the sky.
The more dangerous the moment, he would never hesitate. Without thinking too much or even thinking, he jumped up and hugged Sangsang's waist.
With just one casual breath, the golden dragon tore apart the night that even the headmaster of Xiling feared, and how could he stop it with the breath after the breath.
Sang Sang felt the power coming from her waist, and her godless eyes glowed with light. She turned to look at Xiang Ning Que, shaking her head desperately to make him let go.
Ning Que always believed that Sangsang was his life, and he always cherished his life, so how could he let his life be swallowed up by others?
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As Sangsang rose into the sky, the rich Haotian divine light enveloped them, and Ning Que clearly felt that his strength was losing, and his bones and meridians were cracking. It seemed that his body was on fire, just like those contaminated