The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the city of Mingdu was boiling, colorful points of light flashed in the air, and countless Dao was humming, intertwined and churning, turning into a dense land, and the spiritual pressure in the city increased instantly.

At this time, everyone in the city finally noticed the abnormality. Whether it is a dark scene in the sky, or a suffocating spiritual pressure that cannot mobilize the slightest spiritual power, people have to pay attention.

In a secluded and quiet mansion, a middle-aged man in a white robe, thick eyebrows, and a rather powerful appearance slowly opened his eyes at this moment. In an instant, the entire room opened up with a kind of kingly aura that was only egoist, and it was the head of the True Spirit White Tiger Family, Bai Zhan.

The strong dragon does not suppress the head snake, since the Ming capital was closed, the forces of all parties have given the Tang family and the Wanjin Chamber of Commerce enough face, and they did not take the initiative to pick quarrels and provoke trouble, and stayed comfortably in the mansion.

Although he was in the mansion, the wind and grass outside did not escape his eyes.

Bai Zhanteng stood up suddenly, and the spiritual power around his body was like a volcanic eruption, a mountain torrent poured down, and the power of the sage was undoubtedly revealed.

His gaze passed through the barriers, and he stared coldly at the gloomy scene in the sky like the roar of a demon. There is the direction of the Tang Mansion.

"There's a good show to watch now!" Bai Zhan muttered, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "It's better to keep things done by yourself yourself, and when the time comes, it won't please both sides." ”

After speaking, he closed his eyes, sat down and continued to cultivate.

The vast majority of them have such thoughts, and all parties have not taken the liberty of acting, adhering to the mentality of watching the fire from the other side, and waiting for the final winner of this secret battle.

These people still simply think that it is just a clash of forces, the classic script of the old man passing away and the new king ascending the throne. I don't know what is involved, and the intricacies of the situation. Otherwise, if they had understood, they would never have chosen to be alone.

The power of the Holy One is not to be provoked.

Even if the Tang Mansion had an absolutely safe enchantment formation, it still couldn't stop the slightest sage aura from leaking out.

Even the slightest hint of breath is enough to make people tremble, lose control of their bodies, and cause them to go limp on the ground.

Under the sage, they are all ants.

Although the desolate sky has a lot of means, the strength of the contemporaries is strong, and there are also divine weapons such as the Apocalypse Giant Blade, the realm between the two sides is really too different.

Even if you have the means to reach the sky, or the rare divine weapons that shake the ancient and modern, it will be difficult to make up for the gap.

With just a single look, the incomparably brave flame dragon was crushed by the unstoppable gloomy ink shark in mid-air, and it looked like it could burst at any time.

"The brains of the people in the wasteland are really broken!" Mo slanted his eyes and mocked, "I know that I am an ant, and I don't want to escape, so I have to challenge the majesty of the sage with all my might." ”

With a wave of the ink robe, the jet-black spiritual power torrent swarmed up, and the huge impact became the last straw that crushed the camel.

The flame dragon exploded without any suspense, turning into wisps of flame, and finally vanished.

But the black torrent did not stop at all, and its power continued to grind towards the barren sky without diminishing at all.

The torrent of more than ten zhang was like a big wave, and the barren sky was as small as a weak and helpless chicken in front of it.

Huangtian's eyes stared coldly at the torrent above his head and the ink shark rushing from the front, his expression was ancient, and there was not a trace of ripples in his heart.

In the face of the desolate sky, Mo Tian did not have the slightest pity, and urged the black torrent with a hideous face to suppress the desolate sky directly.

Boom, the black torrent is like an upside-down waterfall on the horizon, wrapped in a monstrous momentum, directly submerging the figure of the desolate sky and blocking the void. At the same time, the ink shark that had already swept on the side also came, directly piercing the torrent and flowing out.

"Hey......" Tang Xiu's faint sigh sounded, his heart was full of self-blame, he didn't think that the desolate sky would escape with the sage's unmistakable blow.

He never expected that there was originally a friction and collision between forces, and he wanted this young man from the wasteland to adjust the relationship between all parties, and at the same time, he could also set an example for the younger generation in the clan, so that they could be more calm on weekdays.

But he didn't expect that such a result would be caused, and the young supreme of the wasteland would die here.

"What should I think of the people of the Wasteland?" the other Sages also muttered in their hearts at this time, after all, it was impossible for everyone present to be involved in such a matter.

And the wasteland, Beichen's most mysterious and terrifying strength, his anger is afraid to turn Beichen upside down.

If he hadn't asked this young man to wade into this troubled water, maybe the barren sky wouldn't have fallen here so young.

"If you dare to kill the people of the Wasteland, aren't you afraid of inviting disaster?" the elder of the Tang family shouted.

The Tang family has been practicing for a long time, and no one can say what era he is, only that his reputation spread in the early years, and he was a highly respected sage in Beichen.

When he was young, he traveled abroad, and he had seen people walking in the wilderness. The people of the wasteland are rarely revealed, and every time they appear, they are destined to do something and set off a storm.

Therefore, he has a deep memory of the divine flame in the wasteland. At that time, he had been famous for a long time, and he met a junior who was not very old in cultivation.

Although it has only been a few decades, it has already achieved the realm of Tiandu, and has the posture of impacting the saint. Moreover, that junior unleashed a magical flame divine power, which was extremely powerful, and several enemies who were much higher than his realm, and even quasi-saints, were so sleepy that they were burned alive to ashes.

He asked himself, even if he was sure to subdue such an adversary, he would not be able to escape alone. If the opponent is killed, although he has a chance to defeat him, but at that time, I am afraid that he will also lose his ability to fight, and the best can only be a lose-lose situation.

"Wasteland, haha, ridiculous, ridiculous!" Mo Tian's laughter was full of disdain, and he didn't take the wasteland as a thing in his heart, "It's just a group of lost dogs." ”

"More than ten years ago, the young master of the wasteland was killed in Broken Moon Mountain. Aren't they just watching the enemy get away with it, but they are helpless?" Mo Tian paused, a flash of lunar calendar flashed in his eyes, "Wasteland, it's just a joke. ”

"Besides, no one here today will get out alive, and there will be no news of it. A look of madness gradually appeared on Mo Tian's face, "It's not time to deal with the wasteland yet, when the time comes, the dark realm will cross over, and stepping on the wasteland is just as simple as kicking away a gravel on the side of the road, and the Heavenly Domain is the goal." ”

"When the time comes, we will use the blood of the wastelanders to sacrifice the banner of our great plan, and their bones will be the paving stones for us to step on the starry sky!"

"Haha......"

The sound of wanton laughter echoed in the main hall, and the glorious vision of the future appeared in Mo Tan's mind, as if he could reach out and grab the fruits of victory.

"Everyone, please get on your way!" Mo Tian said lightly.

Just when Mo Tilt used supreme means to understand all this. Suddenly, with a loud bang, the black torrent exploded, the space distorted, and the bright yellow symbols flickered, flying densely in the air, bursting out with countless divine powers.

I saw that the barren sky was ragged, wrapped in bright yellow flames, and the whole body was full of qi and blood, like a humanoid sun, exuding a scorching light, and at the same time, accompanied by ten thousand divine glows, shining.

His body burned everywhere, and every inch of his skin bloomed with blinding fire, unleashing endless potential.

His eyes flickered white, and endless silver runes flowed in his eyes, and if he looked closely, it seemed that the sun and moon were circulating in his eyes, and the heavens were formed in them.

A giant blade hung in the air, floating quietly behind the barren sky, emitting endless fluctuations, bursting out with a strange light, shaking the void and stirring up layers of ripples.

The Desolate Emperor Jue was running at full speed, countless runes flowed in his heart, and the crimson spiritual power roared, and he surged through his body like a river. At the same time, the blood boiled, making a loud sound like a tsunami, and the two echoed each other, deriving an earth-shattering appearance that reflected the heavens.

In the center of the eyebrows, a golden figure sat cross-legged. The villain's face was neither happy nor sad, his body shone with abnormal and repeated dark red light lines, and seven dark red symbols floated around him.

Originally, it was a barren sky, but when he heard Mo Tian's words, he finally angered the barren sky. His incomparable anger, infinite anger turned into an endless stream of things, his essence and blood burned, releasing endless potential, and the Apocalypse Giant Blade also seemed to be infected by its master, resonating with it, and unleashing endless divine power, pulling him out of the dead.

In an instant, the blood and gas burst out like magma, and the barren sky rushed to the crown in anger, like a demon god who opened the world and stood proudly in the world, which could hit the nine shadows and step on the nine heavens.

The Desolate Emperor Jue deduced the primordial realm to the limit and ran at full speed. Blessed by the divine power of the Apocalypse Giant Blade, in a desperate situation, Huangtian relied on the will and obsession of nine deaths to successfully fuse the Tianyan and the Earth Flame into the true appearance of the Supreme Flame.

"Wasteland, don't be humiliated!" the barren sky glared angrily, and muttered majestically word by word, and the Dao sound was bursting, like Huang Zhong Dalu buzzing on the side.

The blood in Wasteland's body roared, becoming more and more brilliant, flashing with bright light. At this moment, the Supreme Holy Body finally awakened further, and the dense aura was permeated, accompanied by the sound of the rumbling tsunami and the collapse of the sky, releasing the rolling divine power.

"You're ...... Still alive?" Mo tilted his face with horror and disbelief.

The others were also shocked, rubbed their eyes fiercely, and looked carefully ahead.

This is really amazing, a monk of the primordial realm can survive without the saint letting go.

This is also too shocking, even for people in the wasteland, it is unimaginable.

None of the people present were not giants, and they had never heard of them in the Aether Primal Realm who resisted the blow of the Sage.

In fact, not only them, but even in all ancient history, there is not a single such example.

This can be a one-of-a-kind!

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