I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born.

If you are born at the same time, you will swear to be good with you.

It's like the end of the world, and it's hard to show it.

In the next life, we wish to live together, and the end of the world will be restored.

Wang Hao, my ancestor umbrella should have entered the six realms thousands of years ago, but he has been living for a thousand years without dying, and he has not been able to stay, what is the origin of the reason, I only know today, it turns out that it is to wait for you.

It's just that you are not born and I have not been born, and I have never dared to express my sincerity, and I am afraid to say that you will be accused and laughed at by the heroes of the world, but before, now, and in the future, you can no longer say it.

You saved me from the sea of suffering, saved me from injury, rescued me from the underworld, pulled me out of the six realms of the underworld, was willing to step into danger for me, and traveled to the sea of swords and fires for me. It's just the road of Huangquan, and sure enough, sure enough, my ancestral umbrella really still has to go through this experience.

A tear mole in the ancestral umbrella real eyes was even more enchanting and miserable, and the fifty thunder tribulations were coming in an instant, but the ancestral umbrella really felt extremely calm at this moment.

Fortunately, before I died, someone always treated me sincerely.

Only hate, only hate

I only hate that I am old.

The ancestral umbrella really closed his eyes, and fifty thunder tribulations came suddenly, feeling the meaning of destruction, but at this time, he was willing to bear all these karmic obstacles, and bear all these causes and effects.

Thankfully, you're okay.

"I have a bridge higher than the sky!"

I have a bridge, and I don't compete with the world, but I preach higher than the sky!

The bridge of the world is of different colors, and I have a bridge that is higher than the sky!

The door of the warrior, open!

The thunder is long, the river is suddenly lost, the avenue is ruthless, and people are also affectionate.

The thirteen doors of the warriors were opened for the first time, neatly arranged on the top of Wang Hao's head, and the dark gate in the middle was particularly conspicuous, like an emperor, saying that it was erecting this thousands of domes.

Will of Ice, Now!

Will of the Wind, Now!

The Will of Water, Now!

Guardian will, now!

Wendao will, now!

The will of the heavy, now!

Space Will, Now!

Zu Yuzhen only heard a voice from Wang Hao in his ears, and suddenly opened his eyes, but saw Wang Hao's punch, wrapped in thousands of yellow springs, and smashed the fifty thunder tribulations above his head.

Stepping on the shore sand, stepping on the moon, I look at these thousands of mountains and rivers, all in a moment and a half.

Go down to the west of the broken bridge, sparse autumn water lonely pu, deserted clear moon reed flowers.

The meaning of Huangquan, give me the present!

How is the way of heaven, what about the thunder tribulation, those who dare to touch her will be killed!

"Wang Hao!"

Zu Umbrella Zhen called him with tears in his eyes, Wang Hao was originally moving the mountain realm nine times, that is, he was about to break through the moving sea realm steadily, but at this critical moment, he gave up becoming a reclamation power, and the ancestral umbrella really blocked this catastrophe.

"Wang Hao!"

"Don't worry, I'm here,

Heaven can't bear you!"

Zu Umbrella really looked at Wang Hao's face greedily: he is still alive, Wang Hao is still alive, what a golden Dengtang Bridge, what thirteen martial arts gates, at this moment, I am not surprised at all, only Wang Hao, Wang Hao is still alive

But for his own sake, he gave up the opportunity to become a reclamation powerhouse.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I have repeatedly accepted such a heavy kindness from you, but I can't do anything about you now.

The punch wrapped in Wang Hao's infinite strength suddenly smashed towards the fifty thunder tribulations, and the thunder tribulations stumbled slightly, and collapsed.

Others were just cautious, lest they anger the thunder tribulation, but Wang Hao smashed the thunder tribulation with one punch.

Heaven is angry, how can Heaven not be angry?

This person despises himself, ignores the avenue he descends, that woman should have died, she forcibly broke through the Star Picking Realm thousands of years ago, she should have died, she actually survived for a thousand years, such a momentum, she will definitely die, she actually got the opportunity to defy the sky, live again, and dare to provoke her majesty again!

That woman's name is the judge's life-killing pen, and that woman's life is the reincarnation soul of the underworld, and it is so rampant to collude with this person, it's simply hateful!

A group of people who were originally standing outside suddenly saw that the life tribulation illusion world suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, the black clouds turned over the ink did not cover the mountains, and the white rain did not fall, but under the thunderbolt in the clear sky, a full hundred thunder tribulations permeated with the way of heaven, and each of the hundred thunder tribulations was the size of the python's body, and the end was extremely terrifying and extremely powerful.

"You are unfair to God, she is under the avenue, she has been injured once, if you have pity, you can stop in moderation, and you actually intensified it, in a vain attempt to crush her bones and scatter ashes, Heaven is unfair, what can you do about it?"

Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs, and saints are unkind, and people are used as dogs.

Since you are not benevolent, why should I believe in your heavenly way!

My monstrous Yellow Spring, send you a ride, your limit has arrived, if you don't enter the Yellow Spring, how can the evil fate melt?

The hundred thunderbolts like pythons came in an instant, and the Dengtang Bridge above Wang Hao's head suddenly became golden and clear.

Thirteen martial arts doors suddenly opened, and the sound of the Great Dao filled the air!

is a backmountain person, and he is occasionally a guest in front of the hall.

Drunk dancing Golden Pavilion half a book, sitting in the well and saying that the sky is wide.

Dazhi drama fame, sea bucket blessings and misfortunes.

When it comes to the shyness in the bag, he angrily points to the mistake!

Wendao will, break it for me!

The will of Wendao is the will closest to it under the will of the origin, which can derive all the martial arts in the world, Wang Hao could only use it superficially before, but now he suddenly used it, and he actually added a sense of chic and unrestrained.

From the top of Tianyu, a golden horse suddenly descended out of thin air, directly replaced it with a golden book, and together with the thirteen martial arts gates, it stopped behind Wang Hao.

When it comes to the shyness in the bag, he angrily points to the mistake!

"The way of heaven is unfair, I will destroy your way of heaven today!"

The thunder tribulation like a hundred thick white horses smashed down and smashed on the top of Wang Hao's head, but Wang Hao raised a punch fiercely, and the bridge of the hall was full of light, and he couldn't open his eyes for a while.

"Today's punch to destroy your Heavenly Dao is a punch I directly hit under the bridge of my Wang Hao's Dengtang and the martial artist's door, and anything in the world is not flawless, but my Wang Hao's punch today is a fist without time!"

With a bang, Wang Hao was like a small black dot under the panic thunder tribulation, but the golden fist wrapped in boundless power was like a spark of stars, but it could burn the prairie and smash it together with the boundless heavenly thunder tribulation, and suddenly took the junction point as the center, in a plane circular direction, suddenly scattered to both sides, and strangled all living beings.

The group of people closest to the outside of the calamity cloud didn't have time to escape, and under the power of this heavenly dao, they were directly strangled and killed, and they didn't even splash a drop of water.

The golden light stretched and almost covered the entire Life Tribulation Illusion Realm, and in the distance, whether it was the martial artist who was fighting, or the spirit beast that was hunting, they all raised their heads in unison, obviously seeing this scene, and suddenly stopped.

On the top of that high mountain, there were a hundred supreme rulers of Youyin Yangzhou, and at this time, they suddenly saw a light that suddenly radiated from the abyss to the dome in the boundless land of Youyin Yangzhou.

It's like the sun in the abyss, shining all this brightly.

In that distant Wanfu, it is the disciples of the quicksand oasis who look up and stop; in the beautiful and picturesque mountain tower, it is the young uncle's cheeks and eyebrows that are difficult to understand; in the thousands of counties, there is the anticipation of countless living beings; and above the palace of the Taoist lord of Yizhou, which towers into the sky, is the muttering of a figure.

"Is this what he is in this life?"

Bu Chengfan naturally saw it, but suddenly saw the huge golden page lying in the sky, and suddenly shook violently. Suddenly, Wang Hao's name jumped directly, and at first it was still outside the million, but now it suddenly moved up, and suddenly became the 10,000th.

His face suddenly changed greatly, "Let's go quickly, it will change later, this Wang Hao has something strange!"

Wang Hao may not have noticed that at this time, his points rose because the onlookers near the cloud did not have time to escape, and they were all affected and died at once, and this point naturally cannot be recorded on the head of others, but only on Wang Hao's head, and the person who came to watch also has points on his body, which are superimposed on each other, and Wang Hao's points have actually risen to more than 100,000.

Zu Yuzhen's throat was astringent, and when he saw the figure of Wang Hao rushing over for himself at the end, he only felt that he had nothing to say: Wang Hao.

The ancestral umbrella really shed two bloody tears.

The dark red dust suddenly brightened, and the hot spring light was cold for a while.

The aftermath dissipated, and the clouds suddenly cleared up, and everyone saw two corpses as black as ink, motionless as if they were dead.