The moment the two made eye contact, they knew that this was the enemy. In a moment of astonishment, I thought that the two would meet like this, and the disgusting atmosphere around me.

The beasts of the dense forest appear, the red lotus dances in the nine heavens, there is a peerless picture scroll in the sky, and people have an immortal dream.

The Nine Heavens Fairy descended from the sky and landed on the mortal goddess, like the image in the painting, the person in the dream, appeared in front of him.

Realistic, too realistic, lifelike, as if naturally generated, the national color does not smell fragrant, and the flowers are drunk and not drunk.

Like the carvings of the peerless world, the thousand autumns do not dim the divine light, the years do not disturb the dreams, illusory, too illusory, just like seeing flowers in the fog and reflecting the moon in the water.

A group of people were suddenly confused, and they actually forgot what they were going to do? Looking at the Nine Heavens Goddess's angry appearance, their time seemed to be frozen, and everyone's fixed movements were ridiculous.

Looking at the end of the sky, the love of the dream heart.

The peerless immortal face is not visible to mortals, and it is difficult to keep the soul dream of the gods in the next world.

The only people who can raise their vigilance and stay awake are Li Changqing and Li Chonglong, although they can stay awake, but they are also uncomfortable.

Temptation, charm, this demon-like woman, like a demon-like look.

Appearing here at this time, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse, if it's really as Li Hu said, it may be the reincarnation of the great demon of the world, and it is the rebirth of the peerless demon in the world.

It's just that Li Chonglong is puzzled why she is not satisfied with the lines of the innate "gods" in her flesh and blood, which is the oldest god pattern, and she has seen fragments and broken chapters from ancient books.

The divine patterns have long disappeared between heaven and earth, and along with them, there are also those immortal Buddha patterns, and even the holy patterns of heaven and earth.

"Tattoo" is said to be the method of cultivation in the previous era, and those who have tattoos can communicate with heaven and earth across the underworld.

Just as he and Li Changqing were thinking, this was an unexpected change, and it was also something that Thirteen expected.

Somehow, he wanted to be out of the way and didn't want to be reminded of it, and there was a faint expectation in his heart, it was really sinful, he wanted to reach the point he wanted, or that way.

If you don't ask in a hurry and fail to explain, the tragedy will happen in an instant, and the dream will be shattered in an instant, and everyone will truly realize the danger.

However, the best time has passed, and now they can only endure the punishment of the "god", a moody witch, the god of war who kills boundlessly.

The dream in my heart collapsed, the cruel compulsion of reality pressed, and in the sky, red fire clouds burned everywhere in the sky, and on the earth, the overwhelming waves shook every land within my reach.

The Flame Emperor, like the emperor dominated by flames, vented his anger in this world at will, like a giant dragon soaring into the air, and had already leapt into the sky.

She controlled the thunder of the flames, and the desert god electronade flashed, and a weapon that opened the Emperor's Dao burst out in the hands of the Yan Emperor at this time.

A sword slashed the sky, with a domineering momentum that swept through the nine heavens and ten earths, and burst out with a majestic aura of destruction from the high sky.

The three of them woke up and saw this shocking scene, this strange person, whether the world had already changed, or they had not discovered it.

A strong man who can fly in the sky, this is obviously the realm of a great monk, even in this barbaric realm, every existence is unique, and all of them are respected by the major tribes.

The existence of the Great Monk, like the Dinghai Divine Needle, suppresses thousands of realms, and is also like the pillar that supports the sky, it is a tribe, the most powerful foundation of a race.

Under the impact, the child, who had not yet fainted, looked up at the illusory person in the sky in horror, and his heart was in panic.

What kind of realm has the world's powerhouse, or "god", who has changed the color of the sky and made the earth shake, to what kind of realm has his cultivation reached? Will his fate end here?

A thought flashed in his heart, in the infinite heaven and earth, above the desolation of the heavens, under the long river of eternity, in this heaven and earth or in the world, is there really a god?

And those gods are inherently sacred, and their majesty is inviolable, and Xianzi should not harbor blasphemy in their hearts.

In an instant, after a breath, thousands of miles of sky, fire, sun and moon, thousands of miles of red land burned to destroy the Daoji.

Li Changqing, who was under the rolling waves, was in the midst of a metamorphosis, and he didn't have too much strength to resist at all, resisting this person who was like a god coming to earth.

At this time, his heart was in turmoil, there were thousands of thoughts in his heart, and there was occasionally a divine light in his eyes, and from the moment he saw Xiao Thirteen, he figured out a lot of things.

It's just that now, whether it's a misunderstanding or what, it's no longer humanly stoppable, and the feeling in my heart is not wrong, at least until now, I have never made a mistake.

In the past, when walking in the Great Wilderness, everyone who made themselves feel this way had become the nourishment of the Great Wilderness, or a pile of white bones left in the wilderness.

It will never be wrong, this feeling, he has a mortal threat to himself, or in the future, the two will be mortal enemies.

There will be no mistake, at the moment when their eyes met just now, he could feel the powerful killing machine, that feeling of destruction, from the time it appeared to the present, it has never disappeared.

In the eyes, under the cold light, there is a sharp and wanton skimming across the sky, what if it is a real god? Aren't the gods who were once passed down by word of mouth also lost in the long river of time?

The high heavenly gods, the name of Huanghuang, respected by people, but in an instant, Li Changqing was conscious, he turned into a dragon and soared into the air, killing when he said he was killed, and he was fighting when he said he was fighting, and he did not fall behind others in terms of momentum.

Li Chonglong's heart was uneven, although he was generally unaware of the matter, but when he saw that his good brother had already made a move, he was not ambiguous, and when he forced out the flame that had been passed down from generation to generation from his body, he slapped Li Changqing on the back with one palm, and let all his strength and blood flow into his body.

There is nothing to say, action is the most direct support of the brothers.

After doing all this, Li Chonglong took a deep look at Thirteen, and then woke up the children who had fainted on the ground and helped them quickly leave the war zone.

This is no longer a place where they can stay, the gods are powerful, the strongest is the strongest, this situation has only been seen in the Wasteland King Ceremony, and it is more just a story.

Now, I know how earth-shattering it will be when the horror between the monks is so powerful in a duel, and when it comes to the real battlefield and sacrifices their lives.

Thirteen felt that the world was changing too fast, or that people's hearts were too ruthless.

It should belong to the joy of meeting, a heart that has not been seen for a long time, today, everything has become a little strange, strange he doesn't know the people around him, and this world is not a world he is familiar with.

His heart seems to be getting farther and farther away from himself, his own eyes, he is wondering if what he sees is true?

Why is there such a change in this world? Why is there such a change in this world? Why can't people be at peace with each other, and why can't their hearts be sincere with each other?

The long-term faith has collapsed, and the path you firmly believe in is to "seal the king"?

But what is it after he was crowned king? It is not that he has not experienced battlefield battles, and it is not that he has not ruthlessly killed the lives of others.

Why are you still weak and incompetent?