"Retreat!"

Zhao Lao's face was white and panicked, and he shook his hands and shook his sleeves to summon an unprovoked gale, which rolled up and hung upside down.

The gap between high-end combat forces is by no means filled by cannon fodder and moths fighting fires.

Now that the great world is about to begin, whether it is the angel brought by Mo Xie or the Lin Ming in front of him, who even he Zhao Lao can't help but do, the power beyond the conventional limit is coming one after another, and the rise of strangers means a new balance.

Only by tilting the balance first can there be a premise that the two ends of the balance can be gradually balanced.

Elder Zhao was gone, and he turned a blind eye to the blood clans hiding on the side.

Just like Lin Ming's attitude towards him during the whole process.

The yin-yang diagram of the grinding disc has been wiped out, and the last bit of dust that belongs to it has disappeared into the imperceptible cracks in the air.

There was nothing to stop Lin Ming's eyes from looking at Tianyue.

Nothing could stop the moonlight from shining on Lin Ming's face.

……

Above the heavenly dome, the moon replaced by a huge palace.

Even the most brilliant phantom array has eyes that cannot be deceitful, but when did these eyes, which have been immersed in darkness, begin to look up at the sky, at this soft but firm light source?

At that time, the round ball held in the hand was not a shape-shaped yin-yang diagram, but a corner of the moon, a microcosm of the mysterious place brought by that existence.

"You shouldn't have come. ”

The jade table and jade stool were as crystal as moonlight, and the lonely lamp Taoist was very abnormal to replace his tattered clothes and put on a moon-white robe.

Only here would he be able to clean himself up so carefully.

There is no room for dirt or blood.

Therefore, the black shadow that had been inseparable from the Lone Lantern Dao man did not stand behind him as usual.

Sitting upright in the Moon Palace, the Lone Lantern Daoist looked sideways at the blue planet, his eyes glanced at him, and he chuckled.

The shadow of darkness is only hidden and omnipresent because it is hidden in the darkness.

In the darkness, shadows fluttered like snakes.

"Sizzle. ”

Like the sound of a snake spitting letters, or like the electricity in the power lines draining control, crackling and hitting the air, extending a few silver rays.

He lost his words, bowed down to the ground, and was humbled to the dust.

But after all, I still got a glimpse of a scene that mortals couldn't reach.

The pure white of the side facing the sun, the pure black of the side away from the sun, that is the natural moon under the laws of nature.

Using illusion to simulate the moon of nature to deceive all living beings, the lonely lantern Taoist sitting in the middle of the white palace regards stealing the sky and changing the day as eating and drinking.

This is the 'eye of the sky'!

The black shadow collapsed into countless black spots without even holding on to a thousandth of a breath in the eyes of the lonely lantern Dao people, and the inexplicable wind rolled up these black spots and swept out of the Moon Palace.

……

"Poof!"

In the next second when Zhao Lao's figure disappeared into the clouds, the black tower holding Lin Ming crumbled inch by inch, and Lin Ming fell like a meteorite with his hands and feet wide open.

In the air, a dark blood line dragged out by Lin Ming was particularly eye-catching.

Just one glance was a serious injury.

"True Ancestor!"

The loyal men did not run far, but they did not dare to help immediately.

After all, who knows what new tricks this True Ancestor is playing?

The previous 'fight' between Lin Ming and Zhao Lao—if it can be called a 'fight'—no one can understand it at all.

The monks couldn't see where Old Zhao had lost.

The blood clan couldn't see where Lin Ming had won.

And it wasn't until this moment that Lin Ming fell into the clouds and vomited blood, and suddenly all the blood clans 'understood': no one took advantage of the "pantomime" just now, and Lin Ming scared the other party away at the cost of eating Zhao Lao's blow.

"Sure enough, the duel between those with advanced realms is not something we can understand!"

Someone is sighing.

"Oh no! True Ancestor didn't hold it!"

Someone reacted.

"Protect the True Ancestor!"

"Run!"

At this moment, Zhao Lao didn't know where he went, but the cultivators hadn't gone far yet, and as soon as Lin Ming, who was the pillar of the True Pillar, fell, those cultivators probably wouldn't give up this opportunity to "beat the water dogs" and "annihilate them in one fell swoop".

Thinking of this section, the blood clan was divided into two groups, one group of people rushed to help Linming, and the other group of people fled for their lives.

There are only a handful of people who rush to the aid of Linming, and they have gangs and factions that have fled for their lives.

What an unpopular true ancestor......

"Kill! Expel the barbarians! Give me back ......! Hmm? It seems that there is nothing to pay back? No matter what! Kill first! Brothers! Rush with me!"

With long sleeves as whips, flying swords as reins, and cross-qi as horses, the iron horsemen guarding the imperial city came across the void, shouting and killing to move the heavens.

"Sizzle!"

Catching Lin Ming and surrounding him in mid-air in the middle of a crowd, each of the Bloods who chose to stay showed their fangs, the most primitive greetings and battle cries playing from their fangs.

Amid the shouts of slaughter in the sky, they held on to isolated islands that would sink at any time.

"It doesn't have to be that way. ”

Exiting from the strange state, Lin Ming couldn't even shake off the embrace that was holding him, although his flesh and body were almost not injured, but he was far more injured than any kind of physical injury after being crushed by the Lone Lantern Dao Man at a glance.

If there was a choice, Lin Ming would rather destroy this body than suffer such trauma.

Tonight, he was no longer able to make any more moves, and even if he did, he might not be able to hurt any monk who was above the foundation level.

At the end of one's resources.

Looking at Lin Ming's decadence and the remaining people around him, I am afraid that this word will be born in anyone's heart.

But Lin Ming said, 'It doesn't have to be like this'.

Then he pursed his lips and whistled.

"Shh~~~"

It's like the sound effect when you pee on a young child, no, it's the sound effect.

Do what?

There are no children here who need Lin Ming's help to pee.

Is this hilarious?

Whether it is the blood clan or the many monks, they all think like this.

"Agni!"

"Electricity!"

"Ice!"

"Tempest!"

The various colors of magic light had already taken shape in the hands of the monks, and according to the special formation, these lights gathered in one place according to their categories, and finally converged into two large balls of light several people high, one black and one white.

This method has the shadow of Zhao Lao.

Lin Ming watched all this expressionlessly, and the whistle in his mouth remained unchanged.

"True Ancestor, stop blowing! I'm about to pee!"

In the face of the two huge balls of light, the blood warriors who were guarding Lin Ming said that it was impossible not to be afraid, and as this 'fear' deepened, one of them finally couldn't help but shout.

His voice drowned out Lin Ming's whistle, and the whistle snapped.

"Take the sound as the guide, take the blood as the medium, hurry up, hurry up!"

As soon as the whistle was broken, Lin Ming stopped the meaning of continuing to blow, and recited such a mantra instead.