"Hey, Nangong Wastewood, don't you think that if you change your clothes and change your name, you don't have to die, right?"

Su Ping shrugged his shoulders with a playful expression, and shouted at Nangong Monument.

Unlike everyone's strict preparation, Su Ping behaved very relaxed.

Now that his own master has spoken, let him kill Nangong Monument.

That also shows that the Nangong Monument at this time is not to be feared.

It's just that the high-level members of the sect who didn't know about it around heard this, but their heads suddenly grew for a while, and their hearts and livers trembled.

"What did the Son just say?"

"Oh my God! this is the reincarnation of the Supreme God King Nangong Monument!"

"Holy Son, this is too ..... It's not stable. ”

Countless exclamations were heard, and everyone couldn't believe their ears.

At this moment, everyone once again realized the arrogance of their own holy son.

Could it be that his own holy son has not figured out the situation until now?!

Isn't it clear that the person in front of him is no longer the Nangong Tian who can be wantonly ravaged before?

Instead, it has become the supreme existence of the white-clothed god king Nangong Monument, which has suppressed an era and is most expected to achieve the position of the emperor!

"Interesting. ”

Hearing the voice, the white-clothed Nangong Monument finally focused on Su Ping and Dugu Nansheng beside Su Ping.

When he looked at Dugu Nansheng, who was as beautiful as the bright moon, a trace of emotion obviously flashed in his eyes, but he immediately shook his head, sighed in his heart, and suppressed that emotion.

focused his attention on Su Ping, and at a glance, he could see Su Ping's details.

The posture is extremely high, as if looking at a junior, and said indifferently:

"The initiates of the Double Law have achieved both physical invincibility and spiritual power, you do have arrogant capital, and he is not wronged when he is defeated by you. ”

The one in his mouth is naturally the guide Gongtian.

Nangong Tian's defeat is Nangong Tian's business, and he Nangong Monument has nothing to do with half a dime.

He has never been defeated in his Nangong monument!

"This Holy Son is of average talent, and the reason why he can crush him is just that he is too wasteful. A smile appeared at the corner of Su Ping's mouth, and he said, "You said yes, white-clothed wastewood." ”

"Shhh

"Waste wood in white?!"

"This ......"

The high-level members of the sect were completely stunned at this time.

Many people almost coughed up blood in horror.

Does the Holy Son know the details of the other party?

So why be so arrogant?

In the eyes of everyone, although Su Ping is indeed extremely powerful, he is only a junior after all, and he cannot be compared with the Nangong Monument, which has been famous for a long time.

This kind of unexpected situation has long been beyond everyone's control.

In their opinion, only the sleeping antiques of the sect can be properly dealt with.

If it weren't for the Eighteen Ancestors standing aside, like the Dinghai Divine Needle, they would have already forcibly brought Su Ping down.

Even if he risks being disgusted by Su Ping, he must stop Su Ping from continuing to be arrogant.

"White-clothed wastewood?"

Nangong Bei smiled.

It had been a long time since he had seen such an interesting junior.

Is this what young people are now?

Crazy enough for his appetite.

"Isn't it? the loser on the emperor's road, even if he lives again, he is so embarrassed, what is it if he is not a waste of wood?"

Su Ping didn't panic too much, but took a step forward, with a compelling momentum, looking directly at the Nangong Monument, and said with an arrogant attitude.

"Oh?" Nangong Bei narrowed his eyes, and his smile became subtle.

"Oh what!"

Su Ping's expression was indifferent, and he said impatiently: "It doesn't matter who you are today, in front of this Holy Son, there are only two ways to choose!"

"Surrender or die!"

Everyone listened to it for a while, and their hearts were about to burst, and their hearts were stirring.

It's okay to say that people waste firewood,

He even planned to make the God King Nangong Monument surrender?

If you don't surrender, you can only die?

That's an exaggeration, isn't it......

No matter what, the other party is also a generation of god kings who have suppressed the first generation and carried supreme merit.

This is true, even Jiang Taixu, who is almost invincible in this life, would not dare to say it so unscrupulously.

"Are you looking for death?"

Nangong Bei's expression finally cooled down.

He had never dared to speak to him like that in his life.

In an instant, countless monstrous killing intents swept in all directions.

The surrounding temperature dropped countless times, as if hell had descended into the world, and evil qi was rampant.

Countless high-level sects were furious in their hearts one by one, as if they were facing a supreme god of death.

It was even more directly like an ocean, and swooped straight towards Su Ping.

He was conceited and had supreme merit, and no one dared to touch him.

So there is nothing to fear.

"You're the one looking for the dead!"

Su Ping's expression was cold, and without saying a word, he took the initiative to shoot directly and handed it out with a punch.

The fist is monstrous and domineering.

"Heavenly Emperor Fist!"

As soon as you make a move, it is the strongest blow.

The chaotic green lotus came to the world, and the three hundred small secret realms bloomed with divine light, and the flawless divine light permeated the whole body, and the monstrous spiritual power and qi and blood, like the sea, frantically diffused all around.

"You dare!"

Feeling Su Ping's strong fist style, even if it was Nangong Monument, his face changed drastically.

This blow was too strong, it was several times stronger than the previous blow that defeated Nangong Tian.

"Why don't you dare, it's just a reincarnation, what is it? It is also worthy of pretending in front of this Holy Son?!"

Su Ping shouted angrily.

"Don't say that you haven't become an emperor, even if you have become an emperor, what can you do?

A punch was handed out, and the heavens and the earth shook.

Behind him, a phantom figure of the Emperor of Heaven appeared, holding the starry sky in his hand, wearing the light of chaos, stepping on the long river of time, and dictating the eternal era with invincible assets.

Countless Great Dao runes followed, evolving all things in heaven and earth.

This punch seemed to suppress everything in the world, and went straight towards the Nangong Monument.

"Look for death!"

Nangong Bei didn't dare to be careless, and finally put away his previous calmness.

Nine ancient orders burst out of his body in an instant.

An extremely domineering and tyrannical aura permeated, as if an ancient sage was awakening, and the terrifying coercion washed away in all directions.

It also contains a strong belief that I am the only one!

This is not only a set of ancient holy soldiers, but also the key to the Ziyang Emperor's imperial treasure, and its value is even far beyond that of ordinary holy king weapons, and even supreme weapons!

Nangong Tian couldn't urge it at all before, but now in the hands of Nangong Tablet, the nine ancient orders have completely exerted all their power, blooming inch by inch of purple sun thunder, and every inch of light rises, the surrounding coercion will be deeper.

"This power, and the desolate aura flowing above, this is the ancient holy soldier!"

"How can this look so much like the Holy Soldier that the Ziyang Emperor often used before he failed to prove the Emperor, the Twelve Ziyang Orders?"

"This is the Twelve Purple Sun Orders! The Infinite Power of the Purple Sun Order! It's just that for some reason, it has become nine?"

"It is worthy of a generation of god kings, but the dragon bone secret realm can also inspire half of the divine power of the ancient saint soldiers. ”

"The Son is in danger. ”

The high-level members of the sect exclaimed again, extremely worried in their hearts, and they all secretly sweated for their own holy son.

It also alarmed a lot of old antiques, but compared to the gaffes of the top of the sect, the old antiques behaved more ordinarily.

It's just an ancient holy soldier.

Even if it was once used by a certain emperor.

Even though, what urged them at this moment was the former white-clothed god king Nangong Monument.

In their opinion, the victory or defeat has long been predestined.

"Seventeen Ancestors, they fought. Xing Qinghe's scalp tingled for a while, and he said to the seventeen ancestors beside him.

"I know. The Seventeenth Ancestor nodded and looked in the direction of the Dao Protection Hall, very indifferent.

"Do you need to stop it?" Xing Qinghe said stiffly.

In his opinion, although Su Ping is strong, he still has too little combat experience and experience, only a few months.

At this time, it is not a wise choice to fight with Nangong Monument.

"Why stop such a good show?" the Seventeenth Ancestor was very surprised and asked rhetorically.

When the words fell, he actually leaned directly on top of an auspicious cloud, took out good wine and good food, and watched it with interest.

attracted countless high-level sect leaders, looking at each other.