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Wow~

The rain poured down.

The Lord Butian Pavilion was battered, kneeling in the rain, looking desolate.

An Qisheng glanced at the two faintly.

There are few people in the world who crush the vacuum, and the two have some effects for him, but they are only a few.

You can kill or not.

He was never bloodthirsty, but he didn't care if his hands were bloodied.

"Ha, ha ha ha!"

Sect Master Ling Tian disheveled his head and laughed three times with his face up.

That look pierced his heart deeply. This pain was even more painful than resisting the calamity of the cave, and being crushed by the world!

He was born in the world of practice, and he was born agile. He showed outstanding talents at a young age. He was already a true disciple of the top ten sects.

Hundreds of millions of people will be exhausted with a single thought, and millions of corpses will be destroyed by anger. The power is in hand, and thousands of people look up to it wherever they pass.

Even if it is the three great holy masters with more talents and higher cultivation bases, Emperor Tianding, and fourteen, they must treat each other with courtesy.

Why was it so despised?

That indifferent look like a pig dog, he has always looked at others, how can people be so despised?

How can people be so despised?

The sorrowful laughter rolled in the rain and continued for a long time. Sect Master Ling Tian closed his eyes and then let out a low growl: "If you die, you will die, why not next time?!"

boom!

Before the words fell, his body was trembling, his head was flat, but the boiling breath fell to the bottom.

he died.

Click~

A thunderbolt resounded in the void.

While the real form of the galaxy trembled, there was another round of "stars" that was slightly dim but still shining brightly. It was the cave sky of Sect Master Ling Tian.

At a glance, you can see the broken mountains and the earth, the ruined spirit field and the spirit spring, the spirit beast running away and wailing, and the void filled with cracks.

"Sect Master Ling Tian, ​​he, he is dead..."

The figures of Zheng Longqiu and others trembled, and a touch of sadness appeared on their faces.

There are many bones on the road to longevity, and there are many dead souls in front of the door.

They had seen too much life and death, but after all, it was the first time for them to see a master-level and powerful courtyard at such a close distance.

And with such a decisive posture, self-destructive.

How can there be no vibration in the heart?

"Fellow....."

The old man surnamed Han in Wanfalou was also shocked and sighed.

If it weren't for the headmaster to stop him, there would be one more person kneeling there, right?

They still underestimated this Yuanyang Taoist...

However, there was no change in the expression of the fourteen, but this scene seemed to have been expected long ago. Seeing the Ling Tianzong who lost his breath, he just shook his head.

There are many bones on the road of cultivation, and if you see it, you will feel sad. What kind of path can you cultivate?

"Brother Dao!"

The Lord Butian gave a sorrowful laugh.

He was born as a killer, he has seen a lot of cynicism since he was a child, and he doesn't care much about how others think.

But at this time, the sky was damaged, the hands of others were defeated, and the tide of calamity was smashed, and his physique and vitality were severely injured. Seeing that there was no room for resistance.

There is also some heartbroken.

Seeing that Sect Master Ling Tian committed suicide, his heart was suddenly shocked.

"The bones in front of the Supreme Road are like mountains..."

The Lord Butian looked at An Qisheng coldly: "There is no permanent power, and one day, you will taste the insults of me waiting for this time!"

His muscles and bones were shattered, his blood was beaten by the tide, and the cave sky was greatly traumatized.

But he didn't want to die.

However, he is not afraid of death, at least, it is absolutely impossible to let him stay low.

"maybe."

An Qisheng's eyes moved, reflecting the expressions of everyone present.

People's joys and sorrows are not the same.

The fall of the strong makes the rabbit and the fox sad, mourning, and sighing, if he is unknown, he does not want to leave such a gaze.

"The bloodline is noble, the cultivation base is high, the status is respected, and the power is overwhelming. The death of such a big man is indeed sad...

But in my opinion..."

He whispered to himself, as if he was speaking to others, and he seemed to be speaking to himself.

With a casual move, he hugged a little milk dog whose hair was wet in the rain: "He is not necessarily more noble than it."

Click~

The ground cracked a ravine, and Sect Master Ling Tian's body fell into it and was buried deep under the soil, becoming the fertilizer that nourishes the soil of the cave.

The muscles and bones of the strong who crush the vacuum are extremely powerful, the muscles are comparable to the dragon, the blood can crush the mountains and rivers, and more precious than the spirit pill.

But An Qisheng is naturally not interested in other people's corpses.

Great grievances, a death payable.

"Everyone is dead, and fellow Daoists are still humiliating. Is it too much?"

Gan Shisi spoke, and there were fluctuations in his voice: "Thousands of years of practice, smashing the vacuum, does the master of a sect receive the slightest respect from fellow daoists?"

He didn't care much about the life and death of Sect Master Ling Tian.

However, the head teachers of the same ten sects naturally do not like people to compare themselves with a dog.

"He is a smashing vacuum, the lord of a sect, a great figure enshrined by hundreds of millions of people in a dozen dynasties, but what is he worthy of my respect?"

An Qisheng touched it casually. The hair on the little milk dog was already dry. He glanced at Dry Fourteen:

"The law of the sages has not been carried forward, the racial struggle has never participated, and has been worshipped by hundreds of millions of people and has never been rewarded... Such a person really cannot afford me half respect."

Phoo~

After all, An Qisheng didn't pay attention to other people's complicated moods. He swept his sleeves, covered the wind and rain, and put down the ignorant little milk dog.

Disappeared in the cave sky.

The calamity of the cave is the spontaneous action of the heaven and the earth to calm the void, naturally there is no good fortune, but he uses the great grinding disc to absorb the essence of the heaven and earth, which naturally has great benefits for the work.

Moreover, Crossing Tribulation itself also had some training for him.

Naturally, precious time will not be wasted in talking to these people.

"Can't you afford it..."

Gan Shisi was startled for a moment, then shook his head:

"An apostate again..."

......

In the extreme west of East Continent, a magnificent heavenly palace hangs between the clouds, and pavilions, pavilions and attics are everywhere, like a holy place where gods live.

The floating palace here is where the mountain gate of the Dashi Holy Land is located.

The towering mountains under the heavenly palace also have countless palaces and more monks in them.

Roar~~~

The sound of the dragon yin was earth-shaking, containing pain and surprise: "My cavernous robbery??!"

Shocked, doubtful, unbelievable...

Ao Wushou's roar was incredible.

He clearly has just passed through the calamity of the cave for only a year, how could he attract the calamity again? !

"This, how come?!!!"

Datoro's eyes, who stepped out of the domain gate almost at the same time, were full of surprise, with a hint of horror.

He used to retreat to overcome the calamity of the cave, but at this time, the robbery of the cave is ushered!

how can that be? !

It took less than a month from leaving the customs to following this Ao Wushou to borrow the Dashi Holy Land Gate to Dongzhou!

If the calamity of the cave sky is so frequent.

Where can there be a monk above the cave that can survive in this world?

Who can survive? !

But no matter how shocked and unbelievable one person and one dragon are, they can still only let out a roar, crossing the roar in this great beginning holy land!

I was caught off guard and didn't have any preparations. Under such circumstances, how bleak the Tribulation will be, naturally needless to say.

And with one person and one dragon, there are all the big monks above the cave in the Great Beginning Holy Land!

Including the Lord of the Holy Land who has not shown up for a long time in the cloud-shrouded heavenly palace!

Under this calamity, no one seems to be able to escape.

......

This day is destined to be remembered by many cave monks.

The sudden change caused the entire East Continent and all the great monks above the cave to suffer the calamity of the cave!

The calamity of the sky is self-evident to the monks, any calamity of the sky requires a lot of preparations, even so, it is extremely difficult to survive.

Not to mention the suddenness.

If those who have already survived the last time of the Tribulation of the Caverns, it is good to say that the most miserable ones are the monks who have just gone through the Tribulation of the Caverns.

Unexpectedly, I don't know how many people were hit hard, and some people were directly destroyed and fell to the realm.

The situation is bleak, and it makes people cry.

Therefore, since this day, the power of the cave, which did not move around in the world, has disappeared!

The Dongzhou spiritual world has ushered in a period of peace that lasted for thirty years!

For thirty years, there was no heaven, no **** war!

"Huh~"

In the ancient city, in the teahouse, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, UU reading www.uukanshu.com's eyes were slightly dim.

"Brother Dao..."

Xuanji's expression changed a little.

In her opinion, An Qisheng's breath at this time has fallen ten times as compared to before, but the breath has fallen, without the slightest sense of weakness.

It's like a hundred refining of fine steel, becoming more and more heavy.

And after the smell of blood wafting from his body, there was a resurgence of vitality like rain and the sky.

Is Gong Xing actually advancing again?

"You go to the mountain gate of Deqingdao once."

An Qisheng glanced at her.

The movement of the world is so great that it has almost spread to the entire East Continent, and the Deqing Dao who was thrown away by him will naturally not be treated better than his treatment.

"Brother Dao ordered it, and it will be done properly."

Xuanji's expression is subtle, but she knows that this Yuanyang Dao brother must have acted on Mieqing Dao before.

She was also a little curious in her heart, nodded, and disappeared into the ancient city.

She knew that An Qisheng would not be afraid that she would run. In fact, she would not run at all. After so many years of practice, she finally condensed the sky.

At this time Dongtian was still pinched in his hands, how could she run?

"But I don't know what action this ‘sky’ will do..."

An Qisheng didn't care about Xuanji's departure, looking out from the window, watching the rolling sea of ​​clouds, ripples in his heart.

The curse of the Sanqi method to kill the urn is just his greeting to the'heaven', and the scene seen in the altar is what he really wants to tell the'heaven'.

It's just that he doesn't know how this ‘heaven’ will do.

But in any case, this intact "Providence" can do much more than the "Providence" of the human world that has lost most of its control over the world.

The latter can still cause a catastrophe, not to mention the former.

Once something moves, it must be real,

Earth-shattering!