Lin Bai died, and a legendary figure disappeared in the true sense of the word.Never again.Qingteng Holy Ancestor, the saint of the Demon Sect, and the saint of the Ghost Sect looked at Mr.
Big vigilantly one by one, revealing a solemn expression.Obviously, this is a great rival.Mr.
Big stood calmly, a few wisps of blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.Killing Lin Bai, Mr.
Big also suffers damage.Mr.
Big wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and got up, walking among the countless snowflake-like stroke rules, as if walking leisurely.The strong momentum was pressing, causing the three of the Qingteng Holy Ancestors to retreat involuntarily."
He came from behind, and he surpassed us."
Qingteng Holy Ancestor sighed."
The three of us need to be careful, we must kill this man today."
The Ghost Sect Saint said.Boom at this moment, Mr.
Big shot.He took the initiative to go on the offensive.In the rules of snowflake strokes, he is like a phantom, unpredictable.In the ancient battlefield, Mr.
Big's figure is everywhere, and I don't know which one is the real him.The Ghost Sect sage shouted: "Everyone be careful, this is the ruin's stunt magic ruins. ”When the two of them heard this, they were all vigilant.However, Mr.
Big's speed was extremely fast, and he actually dived and broke through the spatial confinement of the three saints.Countless big gentlemen, at the same time with both hands pinching the trick to evolve.Then, many desolate towers appeared in the ancient battlefield, exuding terrifying divine might."
Anyway, you're just alone."
The three saints spoke indifferently and scattered all their cultivation one by one.Heaven and earth were opened for them, and the rules of the Great Dao that belonged to them were like heavenly rivers hanging upside down and flowing into their bodies.Soon, the three of them all bloomed, and the immeasurable power of rules enveloped the entire ancient battlefield."
Today's Pan Tao Conference, do you have to be the blood of a saint to fight?
Then let it flow enough. ”Mr.
Big's face was calm."
All you need is the blood of your gods."
Qingteng Saint Ancestor sneered."
Just come and get it."
Mr.
Big once again wrote about the Divine Ruins, and established a larger vision space for the Divine Ruins.In the ancient battlefield, snowflake strokes are pervasive.Pieces of crystal.It's like a winter snowfall, and it's white everywhere.Mr.
Big held a brush in his hand and wrote with his own perception of the avenue.It is difficult for a saint to come out of their generation.But every time he is born, he is the ultimate sublimation of the avenue, and it is incomparably powerful.The Qingteng Holy Ancestor once again sacrificed countless vines, wanting to sweep the snowflakes of strokes.The saints of the Ghost Sect sacrificed countless ghost qi, and the ghost qi condensed into countless skulls, gnawing on snowflakes.The Demon Sect Saint became so big and tall that it seemed to be holding up to the entire ancient battlefield.Swinging the big knife in his hand to slash at the vision of Mr.
Big.At this time, all of a sudden, all the figures turned into a point of light, and the entire point of light suddenly rushed out of the vision of the divine ruins, playing a killing sound that shocked the heavens and the earth.The sound of Qiang killing, like a divine sword awakening out of its sheath, travels in space, and looks down on all beings.With a terrifying speed, it stabbed at the eyebrows of the Qingteng Saint Clan."
What's going on?"
The Qingteng Holy Ancestor was attacked and killed, his eyebrows cracked, and his essence blood kept flowing.on his face.There was a look of bewilderment and disbelief.Blood dripped down his face and stained his clothes red."
That's what you want?"
When Mr.
Big spoke, he didn't look at the saints of the Ghost Sect and the Demon Sect.Instead, look at the distant void.It was as if there was a man standing there.The Qingteng Holy Ancestor collapsed violently, and the Yao Chi Residence fell into a quiet, terrifying place.Qingteng Holy Ancestor Yuan Shen was suspicious, and the corpse was motionless.It is impossible to come back to life.There was silence in the ancient battlefield, only the strokes of the snowflakes rose and fell.Piece by piece, crystal clear.It smells of ink.A top powerhouse of the demon clan, the leader died like this.In the entire demon clan, he is an invincible existence.Even in the demon clan, the ghost clan, and the beast clan, he is the supreme supreme.Following the death of Lin Bai, a puppet saint.The second saint died.In this era without an emperor, how many saints are there in Dacheng?
If Mr.
Big doesn't make a move, he will attack.With all your strength, you can condense a little bit and you can penetrate the sky.This is the power of the strongest saints.For this reason, Mr.
Big spilled blood again and coughed slightly.The realm of saints, often beyond imagination, contains the blessings of essence blood, or other blessings.Mr.
Big not only consumes essence and blood, but also has the blessing of incense, plus his own terrifying strength.Enough to easily kill any of them one-on-one.The saints of the Demon Sect and the saints of the Demon Sect stopped their attacks and retreated one after another.The look was a little stiff.An antique who has survived for thousands of years has died.They chose to wake up in this life for a promise, a promise to live forever.Then, it ended his life early.The older you get, the more you cherish your longevity.The two of them felt a chill begin to spread among the snowflakes, making them feel a little cold.Mr.
Big coughed up blood, but his face was still calm, and he said, "Is the saint bleeding enough?"
”"Not enough, it's still yours.I'll see how much blood you have. ”The saint of the Demon Sect held the holy sword in his hand and made a move.The Great War began, and it was impossible to turn back.Only by moving forward and killing Mr.
Big can it be over.The holy sword was integrated into the rules of the Great Dao, and the laws were dense, forming a terrifying power."
You're consuming your life to fight us.How long can you last up even though you are young?
”The saint of the Ghost Sect sneered and launched an attack."
It's enough to outlast you."
Mr.
Big spoke indifferently.The saint of the Ghost Sect opened his mouth wide and swallowed a strong ghost qi.The ghostly aura permeated the entire ancient battlefield and confronted the strokes and snowflakes.The inky black ghostly aura was eerie and terrifying, and there was a terrible scream.These ghosts eventually coalesced together to form a gigantic and matchless skull.The skull opened its massive jaws and crushed the void, swallowing the vision of the ruins.Wherever the skull passed, there was no life, with a terrifying power of silence.The skull bites through the vision of the ruins, trying to swallow Mr.
Big into his mouth."
Help me and push him into my netherworld."
The saint of the Ghost Sect shouted."
Okay."
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The Demon Sect Saint waved out the rules of the Great Dao, bombarded with all his strength, and pushed Mr.
Big into the mouth of the skull gradually.The two of them work together to knock Mr.
Big into seclusion, eternal exile.Ding Ding Pieces of snowflakes are like knives, surging endlessly, carrying the power of rules, imprinted with the spirit of Mr.
Big and his own unique way.The snowflakes resisted, eventually causing Mr.
Big to get stuck at the mouth of the skull.Half of the body is on the inside and half of the body is on the outside."
Can't get in?
Then gnaw half of your flesh. ”The Ghost Sect Saint roared, using his extreme holy might.At this time, it is time for a critical moment, the line between life and death.The immeasurable power of rules collided within the ancient battlefield.The ancient battlefield was in shambles, and it was ruined."
AhhHe wanted to close his mouth and gnaw off half of Mr.
Big's flesh.But he didn't expect to be stretched open by Mr.
Big until he was torn.Eventually, the head of the Ghost Sect Saint rolled to the ground and died.The Blood Devouring Ding didn't know when it entered the ancient battlefield again, and after devouring the body of the Ghost Sect Saint, he left in an instant."
Even the saints of the Ghost Sect's secret land were killed in battle.Mr.
Big's strength is terrifying to such an extent. ”Everyone was shocked by Mr.
Big's strength.The people of the human race in the land of Kyushu saw that Mr.
Big broke the killing game and killed three saints in one fell swoop.Dancing happily and cheering loudly.Mr.
Big still stood quietly.There are snowflakes falling in the sky all the time, flickering with Shenhua.The ancient battlefield has completely turned into a land of snow, and it is white.Mr.
Big kept coughing up blood, and his face turned even paler in the snow.He also paid a great price for killing the three saints.The four great saints, and now only the saints of the Demon Sect are left.He looked at Mr.
Big with a look of timidity.This kind of timidity, from the depths of the bones, cannot be concealed.Mr.
Big looked at him and said quietly: "Is it enough?"
”"Do you think I'm scared?
You are also the end of the strong crossbow, and it is not certain who will kill the deer, kill. ”The Demon Sect Saint let out an earth-shattering roar, in order to cheer himself up, but also to bluff.A layer of blood ignited on his body, which burned the essence and blood in his body, and he risked his life to attack.A knife is like a rainbow, across the ancient battlefield.The rainbow is red, the red of blood.Mr.
Big continued to pinch, coughing incessantly, and blood kept flowing out.The snow flew up and left the ground, condensing into a barren tower, and struck the blood-red broadsword.There was an indescribable sound of breaking the sky.The ancient battlefield is shaken and may collapse at any time."
Ah" The saint of the Demon Sect let out a miserable scream, and his body was directly smashed by the Deserted Tower.And Mr.
Big is also a stumbling man, taking dozens of steps back to stand firm.Blood had stained the hem of his garment."
All dead, four saints dead."
Too many people were shocked and speechless.What has Mr.
Big reached?
One person shocked eight false saints and killed four saints.Mr.
Big's life is monotonous, and today he became famous in a fight, and he became a god in a fight, who can resist it.In the rumbling void, I suddenly remembered the sound of a violent roar.Several figures pierced the void and followed.One of them, dressed in black, with a cape and a daunting momentum.He looked at the scene in front of him and said angrily: "It's all dead, it's too late." ”Soon, another person arrived, dressed in a black robe and wearing a black skull mask.It didn't seem to be a mask, his face was a skeleton.He said gloomily: "How can this be true, these wastes. ”Immediately, an old man arrived and came to Mr.
Big's side."
The old man of Tianji is here, and the human race has another saint.""
Mr.
Big is no longer alone.Now there is the help of the old man of Tianji, and the human race dominates Kyushu, who dares to disagree?
”The arrival of the old man of Tianji greatly boosted the morale of the human race.The old man of Tianji has appeared in Kyushu from time to time, so he is highly respected, who doesn't know?
To be continued.