Darkness and light tore the sky into two distinct halves, both the temple coalition and the desolate people were frightened by this terrible sight, and when everyone was afraid, Ye Yun was leisurely brushing the hot pot with his master.

Naturally, they won't miss such a big battle, so they are also in the wasteland, but no one has found them.

Ye Yun will not miss this battle because after this battle, the master will ascend to the sky to fight Haotian, the master will not miss it because his apprentice is still here, and more importantly, he wants to find out if there is a Hades King, so the two of them came.

With the strength of the two of them, they naturally disdain to make a move, because with their strength, they can overturn the entire wasteland with a flip, so at Ye Yun's suggestion, the two of them brushed up the hot pot.

When Ye Yun looked at the sky where black and white were distinct, and was about to pick up the tripe in the pot, a thunderclap sounded from high in the sky!

Boom!

The thunder descended on the wasteland, and all the blood condensed in the soil of the field was shaken out, bounced up about knee-high, and then fell, like a rain of blood from above.

The bones of those who fell to the ground were also shaken into the air, and the whole wasteland became extremely miserable.

In this situation, Ye Yun was no longer in the mood to brush things, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and set his eyes on the sky.

The thunder resounded in the sky, rising behind the clouds, and the white clouds grew brighter and brighter, not only on the edges, but even in the thick center, as if to burn, scattering light and heat to the ground.

Ye Yun knew that this thunder was actually just the sound of the door opening, the sound of the door opening leading to the gate of the Haotian Divine Kingdom. Xiling Zhangjiao used his own strength to communicate with Haotian's divine kingdom and open the divine gate to Xiling.

Mougins, a huge golden dragon head poked out from above the white clouds, it exuded immeasurable light, making it impossible for people to look directly at the sky, only a few people could see it, the golden dragon head looked down on the wasteland with an indifferent expression.

The golden dragon head is very huge, far in the sky, but it seems to appear in front of everyone's eyes, all the details can be seen very clearly, the scales like a mirror, the dragon horns like a volcano, have a specific shape, but it is indescribable, the color is like pure gold, but it seems to be transparent, emitting infinite light and heat, sprinkled to the ground of the wasteland.

The bright incarnation representing Haotian's will suddenly appeared in the wasteland, making the people in the wasteland almost crazy, only a few of the wasteland and the pale Sangsang were still holding on, refusing to kneel.

Ignoring the huge dragon head below seeing this scene, he felt that his majesty was being challenged, so he groaned softly, and in an instant, all those who refused to kneel fell down, and no one could resist Haotian's majesty.

No, it's not that no one dares to fight against the majesty of the golden dragon head, by Sang Sang's side, Ning Que, who was kneeling on the ground, picked up his iron bow again at this moment, stretched his bow and arrows, and slowly pulled the bowstring.

Sangsang is his everything, so if someone wants to kill Sangsang, even if it is the representative of Haotian, Ning Que will dare to kill you.

The golden dragon descended to the world on behalf of Haotian, and the people living in the world could only kneel down to show awe, or surrender, or be silent like a stone, but no one would think of killing it.

Because that's not possible.

Ning Que did so, because Sangsang was everything to him.

Ning Que's Yuan Thirteen Arrows did have the characteristic of ignoring spatial distance, but unfortunately his strength was too weak, so the arrows he shot were evaporated by the scorching light before they reached the front of the golden dragon, and the golden dragon also gave him back a breath of dragon breath.

The scorching and bright dragon's breath sprinkled into the wasteland, and where the dragon's breath spoke, everything was purified, especially the desolate, and the golden sands of the dragon's breath like gravel fell on their bodies as a bloody hole.

Dragon's breath is the breath of the dragon, and after exhaling is inhaling.

Between Mougins, the golden dragon in the sky leaned down and opened its big mouth that could swallow a city, and the dragon's body suddenly became a little thicker. At the same time, on the ground of the wasteland, a huge wind suddenly blew, whistling and circling, sweeping up the sprinkled golden sand grains and the breath of heaven and earth in the corpse of the desolate man, which was also sucked away by the tornado.

At this time, under the light of the golden dragon, the dark night in the north had slowly receded, and the big black umbrella no longer spewed out breath, Sangsang's connection with the night was interrupted, and the breath around her had long been purified, and the smoke, dust and gravel kept dancing wildly.

Sangsang, who had lost the support of the night, was carried off the ground by the tornado, left the ice and snow like a white lotus, and floated into the air.

The real target of the Golden Dragon has always been Sangsang, and the Heaven and Earth Yuan in those barren bodies is just a sweet tooth piggybacked.

Sangsang was owned by Ning Que, so naturally he couldn't let the golden dragon take Sangsang away, so he struggled to jump up and hugged her legs, trying to pull her frightened Sangsang back to the ground.

However, it was still the same sentence, his strength was too weak and weak compared to the golden dragon, but even if the arm holding Sang Sang was broken, he still didn't let go.

The golden dragon glanced at the two of them indifferently, and then Ning Que found that his body had also become much lighter, and the two of them slowly flew towards the giant mouth of the golden dragon.

Ye Yun in the distance couldn't help but sigh when he saw this scene, he had tried to keep the master just now, but the master just smiled, and then came under Ning Que and grabbed Ning Que's feet.

Although the master also knew that this could be a trap, he thought about it for more than a thousand years, and now he didn't want to think about it anymore, he wanted to see what the truth of the matter was, so he went out.

Ye Yun couldn't hear the words of the master and Ning Que very clearly, but it should be not much different from the original book, and when the master was talking to Ning Que, the golden dragon in the sky was angry.

The fat that was about to be in its hands suddenly disappeared, and then it saw a tall figure standing with its back to it in front of the two preys, which made it furious, and it let out a breath of dragon breath.

However, something frightened it happened, the Haotian Divine Radiance, which originally represented the purest in the world, was actually purified and disappeared when it fell on that tall figure.

The enraged golden dragon roared into the sky, squeezing the dragon's body out of the clouds, and a golden rope dozens of feet thick was tied to the dragon's body, and the golden rope was tightened, pulling a chariot made of pure gold out of the clouds.

On the golden chariot stood a god general with an extremely indifferent expression and an extremely perfect face, and this god general was condensed from the soul of a strong man who passed away in the last eternal night, and he gathered the best of everyone, so no matter who looked at him, he would think he was perfect.

However, in the face of this perfect divine general, the master just stretched out his right hand in the air and said softly to the south of the world, "Sword!" ”

The clouds broke through the darkness, and a sword came from thousands of miles away from the south.

The sword was full of antiquity, the sword was as hot as dawn, and it came through the clouds, falling into the thick palm of the master's hand, humming slightly, expressing his own surrender and awe, and the pride of being able to be controlled by the master.

At the same time, the Sword Pavilion of the Southern Jin Dynasty, Sword Saint Liu Bai, sat cross-legged on the side of the pool, looking at the dry pool in front of him, silent, with a complicated expression.

The sword was already in hand, so the next moment the master swung out the ancient sword in his hand, and then, the god general died as a matter of course. He was cut in half by a long sword that looked like a fine sword compared to him, and it shattered and disintegrated.

(End of chapter)