Since ancient times, which of the characters who can achieve the Heavenly King Realm is not the chosen son? Otherwise, the Spring Thunder Tribulation will not be able to survive, Mr. Big greeted the earthquake spring thunder in the early spring of this year, condensed his soul, and broke through to the Heavenly King Realm of immortality in one fell swoop, while the Medicine Bone Heavenly King and the Dongkui Heavenly King welcomed the Earth Spring Thunder as early as a hundred years ago and broke through to the Heavenly King Realm. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The figure of the man in Tsing Yi was elegant, sweeping over the countless hideous demon clans on the fertile black soil plains, his eyes were calm with his hands behind his back, and his eyes were calm like a storm and rushed straight towards Wang Yuanxu, who was killing the demon clan at this moment, and when he was about to approach, his right hand also stretched out from behind, but the shape of the hand became huge, covered with black scale armor, hard and shiny, the body of the man in Tsing Yi should be some kind of armored beast of the demon clan, and the strength was strong!

Wang Yuanxu sensed the huge threat from afar, and after seeing the person clearly, his expression was still calm, he took a deep breath, and the silver war halberd that stirred the wind and clouds in his hand to kill thousands of demon clans shone brightly under the afterglow of the sunset, and then, focused, waved, sprinted, and moved forward!

It seems to be the strongest collision between heaven and earth, the black armor hand and the silver war halberd exchanged spears and shields in an instant, the air flow rolled, raging the entire black soil fertile plain, some demon clans with low cultivation were directly shattered, and the powerful impact made people tremble from the bottom of their hearts!

Then, the two figures fought together, and the sky fell apart!

It's just that Wang Yuanxu is still a true fairy realm in the end, although he is talented, but his foundation is indeed thinner than those who have practiced since childhood without practicing in his early years, so even if Mr. Big can kill the Heavenly King Realm in the True Immortal Realm, but he Wang Yuanxu can't do it, one Mr. Big has the supreme immortal method, he Wang Yuanxu will not;

Therefore, even if the Dongkui Heavenly King knew that after killing the immortal Bai Zhantang and killing the Black Snake Queen of the White Snake Mountain a few days ago, he still threatened to fight with it, which was the pride of the Yunmengze monster, and it was also the pride of being a monster in the Heavenly King Realm.

"It's already very good that the Terran True Immortal Realm can reach your point, and you are not a butcher, after all, there is a gap. The Medicine Bone Heavenly King stood quietly not far in front of Wang Yuanxu, and the surrounding mountain demons were all mouthful.

And Wang Yuanxu, the blood has already stained the white robe all over his body, the halberd is on the ground, his face is pale, but there is no fear in the depths of his eyes, many are just heroic, and many are just looking at death as home!

"Kill !!!!"

The huge hoarse trills that burst out from the chest cavity of the abyss seemed to sweep through the entire black soil fertile plain in an instant, this loud long shout, the continuous trembling tail sound, directly suppressed countless demon clans with low cultivation, and the white-robed figure waved the silver war halberd in his hand with a fierce whimper, and once again rushed into the tens of thousands of demon clans with a fearless liver and gall!

The soldiers didn't know why, just because the two immortal generals they admired standing on the city gate looked at the black soil fertile plain and sang melodiously with tears, as if calling and remembering.

"He died worthless, and others will say that about you later.

Fight me until only the last arrow remains, alone.

Fierce enemies, we sweep them away.

Great enemy, we crush it.

Both hands are clenched with steel knives, and the words in their mouths are singing triumphant songs.

Behind it is the wings of freedom.

The hand is clenched and the determination is placed on the left chest.

What is cut off is repeated foolishness.

Birds break through the ground in order to soar through the air.

What are your wings made of?

The sky in the birdcage is too small, right?

Freedom or death? We can only have one comrade-in-arms.

Why was I born here? I don't really understand these complicated things.

But even if my birth was a mistake, I knew what I was living for.

These words are not strong words!

I am, therefore I, free!

The truth that is covered up is the arrow of impact.

Lurking in the deep darkness of the blockade, the light on the surface!

Stereotypes have collapsed, and even if we are confused, we still have to attack freedom!

The road on the left?

The road on the right?

Which way is it?

Are you a friend?

Is it the enemy?

Human, which side did you choose?

The hands are clasped with the will to fight, and the words in the mouth are filled with hope.

Behind the unfolding is a free parallel line!

Hold the chains that connect the world in your breast,

The other side of the possibility is flying in the sky!"

……

Back then, he killed all the demon clans, and his feats shocked the past and the present, but in the end, he failed to kill the figure in his heart, and failed to kill the memories of that figure.

"Wan'er, I see you again, you are so ugly, and so beautiful......" When he slowly fell, Wang Yuanxu, who was covered in tragic blood, opened a pair of sleepy eyes, looking at the rolling clouds in the sky, and he seemed to see the figure in his heart from these clouds again.

"Wan'er, I'm sorry, in the end, I still couldn't help you avenge ......"

"Wan'er, don't you really like to see me wearing a white robe? In the three hundred and twenty-six years since you left, I wore it every day, and even if you suddenly appeared in front of me one day, I would still be at a loss......

“…… Wan'er, I'm so tired, really tired......"

The sunset was like a miser, putting away its golden brilliance, and a generation of white-robed Confucian generals shed a tear and slowly closed their eyes.

At this moment, on the fertile plain of the black soil, there are two more human figures.

Bai Zhantang quietly watched the figure he admired as a child slowly fall, only to feel that something was blocked in his throat, and said in a hoarse voice: "This dog, in the end, is still so sensational." ”