The Southern True Monarch suddenly looked towards the north, and he knew that the trouble he had been waiting for for a long time had come.

Nanfang Zhenjun stood up, holding Changge in his hand, standing against the wind, and the wind on the top of the mountain was fierce, blowing his big wind wantonly, as if he was going to go with the wind at any time.

"I don't know which of the seven supremes of the Central Continent is coming, the true monarch of the poor south, and he is not welcomed. "The True Monarch of the South stood stubbornly and stared at the sky in the north.

I saw there, a tall figure suddenly appeared, stepping on the void, walking unhurriedly.

The figure was shrouded in dark fog, and he couldn't see anything clearly, but every step he took in the void seemed to weigh as much as a thousand pounds, and the Southern True Monarch noticed that every time he stepped under his feet, the void twisted and sank slightly, as if a pit had appeared in the mud.

"I've long heard that there is a Tianjiao in Nanzhan Buzhou, and I think it's you. The figure in the black mist said slowly, his voice was a little weird, he couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, but there was an irresistible domineering, and he was indeed a supreme.

"It's just that Nanzhan Buzhou, after all, there is still no strong person, you dare to be proud of your cultivation here, but in the face of the Supreme, you are still too weak. ”

When the Southern True Monarch heard this, he was not angry, logically speaking, he was a sixfold heavenly saint, and he did not dare to be angry with a supreme. Therefore, he asked expressionlessly, "Dare to ask which Supreme is in person, can you show your true face?"

But the listener laughed indifferently: "What kind of existence this seat is, how can you know it if you want to know." "The supreme domineering is undoubtedly revealed.

"If you swear an oath to me now, I will naturally see you as your true face, if you don't want to ......" The comer snorted coldly, and said in a gloomy manner: "Hugh blames this seat for being ruthless, and will kill you on the spot." ”

Nanfang Zhenjun's eyes narrowed, he knew that the other party was not talking about it.

Today's Earth Immortal Realm is a real battlefield, except for the mountain gates closed by the supreme forces, all other places are battlefields for hegemony.

The bigwigs of the flood didn't know for what purpose, they just watched quietly, and they never sent messengers to interfere.

Therefore, in the Earth Immortal Realm, the seven supremes who participated in the battle for hegemony were the strongest overlords.

In these long years, the Yasheng who was killed by them was not one or two.

It can be said that as long as he dares to say a word today, he will be bloodied on the spot.

The Divine in the Black Mist also looked at the Southern True Monarch with interest, wanting to see how this guy would choose, after all, over the years, there have been endless rebels, and the Sixfold Heavenly Saints who have been killed by the Supremes are not a few.

But the supreme giants have never stepped in to stop it.

They seem to have really classified this place as a battlefield, and the battlefield, sacred casualties are normal.

Besides, none of the supreme giants at this time have the intention of being the master of the flood wilderness, and it is already very good to manage their own one-third of an acre of land, who has the heart to care about the life and death of other monks.

Under this kind of thinking, although the war between the four continents of the Earth Immortal Realm is a small fight, the Heavenly Divine is happy to watch the excitement.

As long as you don't burn the flames of war to the desolate universe and disturb your purity, everyone doesn't care.

Just when the Divine in the black mist was thinking about this, he saw that on the other side, the Southern True Monarch slowly raised Changge, and said loudly: "Although the Southern Daoists call me the Zhenshi Divine Monarch and bring peace to the Southern Zhanbu Continent, but the poor Dao has some numbers in his heart, and they are just touting me. ”

"But in any case, the great desire of the poor road, to keep my pure land in the south, will never change. Nanfang Zhenjun's mind was bright, and he said unhurriedly: "If this Supreme wants me to obey your orders and get involved in the battle for hegemony in the Middle Continent, Poor Dao will definitely not agree." ”

The Supreme in the black mist seemed to be silent for a long time before he said a little strangely: "If you want peace, just go to the flood wilderness, why don't you leave this Nanzhan Continent?"

Nanfang Zhenjun was about to open his mouth to explain, but he saw the black mist figure waving his hand, and said nonchalantly: "Forget it, none of this matters, since you have decided so, I have no choice but to send you to death." ”

As he spoke, the Supreme Hidden in the Black Mist suddenly made a move.

A huge pitch-black fist covered the sky in an instant, shrouded the top of the Southern True Monarch's head, and smashed down fiercely.

Nanfang Zhenjun, who was under his fist, felt that he was suddenly completely locked, back and forth, left and right, up and down, and he couldn't take a single step, and the three-foot time and space he was in seemed to be peeled out in an instant and placed under the fist of this supreme.

The infinite furious power was wrapped in that fist, and it smashed down with an incomparably violent attitude, and wherever it passed, the wind roared fiercely, and the space trembled.

Among the earth immortals, many great supernatural beings cast their eyes towards this direction, but when they saw this scene, they all shook their heads noncommittally, some sighed, some disdainful, and some were helpless.

Let you dominate one side, in the eyes of the Supreme, you are still a small role that can't turn up the wind and waves. It is conceivable that after this punch, a generation of overlords who have dominated the Nanzhan Continent for billions of years will become history.

"Dang!"

An extremely terrifying, unusually crisp sound of gold and iron clashing suddenly came out, and a long shot firmly resisted the smashed fist.

This scene is a bit funny, under a fist covering thousands of miles, on the top of a slender mountain peak, a figure like an ant, holding a pole and two Changge, framed the fist.

It's like an ant holding a toothpick and holding an elephant under its trampling.

Immediately after, the terrifying energy erupted again, the fist rolled upside down, and most of the mountain peaks under the feet of the Southern True Monarch actually collapsed directly, turning into the finest dust and flying.

The two fought, but in the end, it was only the Southern True Monarch who suffered a small loss, and the Divine Peak protected by mana under his feet collapsed in half and disappeared, indicating that he was slightly inferior to the Supreme Being.

But it doesn't matter if you win or lose, at least not here, it's important -

"It really surprised me. The figure in the black mist stopped, couldn't hide his surprise and said, "Southern True Monarch, you have actually become the Supreme, or, should I call you the Southern Supreme now?"

The words of the Supreme in the Black Mist caused an uproar among many Divine Beings in the Earth Immortal Realm, the Southern Supreme, billions of years ago, was just a Triple Heaven Sub-Saint, and in less than a tribulation time, he actually directly ascended to the Sub-Saint Sevenfold Heaven!

Terrifying!

If you don't see it with your own eyes, you can't believe it.

What kind of talent is this, and what kind of opportunity is it?

Not only were many of the Divine Beings watching the battle silent, but even the Supreme in the Black Mist was silent.

This can no longer be described as a genius Tianjiao, I'm afraid that only those top-level innate gods and demons who have not been in the world for a long time can suppress him.

The Supreme in the Black Mist was silent for a long time, seeing that the Southern True Monarch also had a serious face, obviously he himself understood the horror of this.

The Supreme in the Black Mist couldn't help but ask: "Southern Daoist, can the deity take the liberty of asking, do you have any great opportunity, great creation?"

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