readx;? The gray bronze temple was misty gray, full of dead air, as if it came from the land of death, and the layers of gray ripples rippled, eliminating the kind of destiny aura on the body of the laughing non-quasi-emperor, and then quickly approached, constantly expanding and getting bigger, and in the blink of an eye, there was a huge radius of millions of miles and kilometers, suspended in the void, suppressed from the top of the head of the laughing non-quasi-emperor. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This temple is very strange, and it actually dissolves the aura of destiny.

"That's ...... It actually appeared?" The million-year-old heroic soul gasped, and a hint of jealousy flashed in his eyes.

Ye Qingyu asked, "What is it, is this Gray Bronze Temple terrifying?"

"The forbidden things that have been handed down since ancient times have appeared in the era of the Three Emperors and the Five Emperors, and they have set off a great killing and robbery ......" The million-year-old heroic soul said solemnly: "In the past, every time it appeared, there must be something big happening, and it is rumored that there was the fall of the Martial Arts Emperor, which was related to this gray bronze temple." ”

"What?" Ye Qingyu only felt a cold air enveloping his body.

Something to do with the fall of the Martial Emperor?

Could it be that the Gray Bronze Temple can suppress the Martial Emperor?

It's also incredible.

If that's the case, wouldn't it be dangerous to laugh at Emperor Quasi-Emperor?

Ye Qingyu's heart suddenly rose again.

"You want to suppress me?" "Emperor Xiaofei laughed loudly: "For four thousand years, haven't I understood your secrets?" He made a move, and slammed his fist into the gray bronze temple, and the fist runes that carried the mandate of heaven contained a chaotic aura, and there was a kind of groundbreaking failure, and the Shenhua woven by the chains of various runes was surging like an ocean.

Rumble!

A terrible breath surged.

A deafening sound wave permeated the void of the universe.

The Gray Bronze Temple shook up, and it was smashed by this punch and flew upwards for hundreds of thousands of miles.

Ye Qingyu and the others cheered.

But soon the cheers will come to an abrupt end.

Because the gray copper temple was intact, on the copper wall full of sword holes, the ancient vicissitudes of life, the chaotic and sluggish light patterns flowed, like a whirlpool, exuding endless gray dead air, slowly rotating like a large grinding disc, falling again, and suppressing it towards the top of the head of the laughing non-quasi-emperor, which was even more terrifying than the previous time.

Sure enough, it's not that simple.

Ye Qingyu's heart hung again.

What kind of force is it that wants to prevent the Terrans from rising a great martial arts emperor again?

Before Emperor Xiao Fei opened his mouth to speak, he mentioned the word 'you', that is to say, isn't it only the Gray Bronze Temple that is secretly spying on all this?

Rumble!

Violent Dao sound vibrations sounded again.

Emperor Xiao Fei punched again, containing even more terrifying power, and constantly bombarded the Gray Bronze Temple.

The gray bronze temple was bombarded again and again and flew upwards, and even the beaten crooked as if it was about to fall, but each time it quickly adjusted its rhythm, slowly rotating and pressing down like a grinding disc, slow and firm, containing terrifying power, as if it was to wear out the laughing non-quasi-emperor inch by inch.

"Impossible...... This bronze hall represents death and destruction, and no living being can resist his will. The million-year-old heroic soul sighed: "In the past, several of the three emperors and five emperors had the supreme existence, and they all took action to conquer it, but they never performed it, and now it still exists, Li Xiaofei has not become an emperor, how to fight it?"

When Ye Qingyu heard such words, his heart tightened.

The existence of the three emperors and the five emperors has not been destroyed?

What kind of terrifying existence lives in this gray bronze temple?

Boom Boom!

One after another, the roar resounded through this dark and deep cosmic starry sky.

At this time, the laughing non-quasi-emperor is the real demeanor of the strongest man in the world, every punch that hits out, it will shake the heavens and the earth, as if the world is resonating with his fist, his law is millions of miles high, just like the primordial giant, it actually triggered the chaotic storm around him and the power of the thunder and lightning tribulation in it, and roared the gray bronze temple.

Bang Dang!

Bang Dang!

The sound of Dao sound like striking iron roared.

The fluctuations above the gray bronze temple became more and more obvious, and the body of the temple also shook violently, and the gray dead qi light mist faintly had a tendency to collapse.

Ye Qingyu's heart swelled with a trace of expectation.

"With the help of the power of the Mandate of Heaven and the Emperor Tribulation to fight against the Gray Bronze Temple, ...... idea" The eyes of the million-year-old heroic soul lit up, but then shook his head again: "It's still too simple, if this great thing is so easy to defeat, wouldn't it have been eradicated by the Martial Emperor a long time ago." ”

He still doesn't like to laugh at the non-quasi-emperor.

Sure enough, as time passed, the gray bronze temple became more and more terrifying, the gray dead qi that was far from gathering was permeated, and the body of the temple continued to expand, huge to an incredible extent, and the law body of the Quasi-Emperor was as high as millions of kilometers, but under this temple, it was like a small pebble under the rock......

Rumble!

The sound roared.

The figure of the Quasi-Emperor was shocked.

"I'm here to help you. The old man, Emperor Zhun, roared, his body bloomed with ten thousand rays of light, and his body was about to expand again, recovering his peak Dharma body to help Emperor Xiaofei fight against the mysterious Gray Bronze Temple together.

"No, you can't. The laughing non-quasi-emperor shouted: "Brother Lu Dao, don't forget our agreement, the human race must not be guarded by the quasi-emperor." ”

The old man's body stiffened.

He obviously remembered something, although he wanted to make a move, wanted to help his former friend, but in the end he didn't make a move, the old man's eyes were full of grief and unwillingness, and he roared: "God don't bless my human race...... How much blood has been shed in my generation, how long will the blood of heroes flow......"

The quasi-emperor howled.

Sadness circulates in the void of the universe, which makes people cry.

"Grandpa......" Lu Wei hugged the old man tightly, for the first time in his life, the rebellious young man felt that his grandfather was so weak and helpless, which made the young man's heart squeeze up fiercely, and he wanted to tear apart the gray bronze temple filled with the cold breath of death in the distance, but he knew that he was still too far away.

Lu Wei's gaze couldn't help but look at Ye Qingyu.

For some reason, he always felt that the boy must have a way, even though it was ridiculous.

At this time, Emperor Xiaofei gradually fell to the bottom of the wind.

The terrifyingly huge gray bronze temple spun and fell, bending the waist of the non-quasi-emperor dharma body.

At this time, Emperor Xiao Fei supported the Gray Bronze Temple with his huge body, just like the giant who supported the Heavenly Dome with his body after the collapse of the Heavenly Dome in ancient legends, he roared angrily, dragging the base of the Gray Copper Temple with both hands, and the Dharma Body was surging with endless Shenhua, wanting to lift the Gray Copper Temple out.

But the gray bronze temple slowly pressed down and rotated slowly, like a grinding plate, grinding the palm of Emperor Xiaofei's Dharma Body, grinding off the flesh and skin, grinding the bones, and the blood soaked the cold metal base of the gray copper, flowing down Li Xiaofei's arms, as if to grind Li Xiaofei's Dharma Body into powder inch by inch.

Blood flowed, burned.

"Ahhhh......h

Half of his Dharma Body's arms were worn off in the blink of an eye, and above his elbows, they were all ground into flesh and blood.

He was about to lose his grip.

After all, the Gray Bronze Temple was a murderous thing that had been related to the fall of the Martial Emperor.

Ye Qingyu's eyes turned red.

It's really hateful.

Why is this happening?

At this moment, an unexpected change appeared, and suddenly an intermittent and extremely faint voice sounded.

"Ancestor...... Calabash...... The gourd is here!"

An incomparably weak, familiar voice came from the far void in the distance.

Ye Qingyu was shocked.

He turned his head to look.

But in the void in the distance, a broken turtle shell, full of cracks, as if it would crack at any time, emitting a faint cyan brilliance, and its next chubby figure was already a blur of flesh and blood, as if it was a puddle of rotten meat, slowly squirming, extremely difficult, inch by inch towards the battlefield, crawling over the place, leaving a long blood mark, shocking......

Li Shengyan?!

"Fatty, you ......"

Ye Qingyu's figure flashed, and for the first time, he opened the brilliance of the Yunding copper furnace and protected the fat man.

At this time, the fat man seemed to have experienced a thousand cuts, his flesh and blood were blurred, and there was no complete piece of meat on his body, which was simply not human-shaped.

His spirit is also in a state of almost exhaustion, his eyes are unconscious, he just keeps crawling forward, he keeps crawling forward, he has nothing outside his heart, and in his bloody hand, he holds a licorice gourd, and hands it forward, and his mouth just repeats it over and over again: "Ancestor...... Calabash...... The gourd is here...... Hulu ......"

After Ye Qingyu was stunned, his eyes immediately turned red.

This fat man.

He immediately understood what was going on.

This fat man who is not strong enough did not choose to stop and improve halfway through Du Tianfeng like Qin Yanzi, Zhang Wudao and others, but under the terrible pressure, he actually climbed inch by inch, little by little, moving, whether it was ** or spirit, he was under tremendous pressure, and he was already tending to collapse, but he just held it in one breath, and with the power of his spirit, he actually got here......

Ye Qingyu's heart set off a stormy wave.

The fat man is at most a half-step sage, without the protection of other masters, how much pressure do you have to endure all the way?

When ordinary great sages arrive here, I'm afraid they will all turn into dust.

This fat man, how the hell did he persevere?

The strength of the turtle shell that protected him had almost been wiped out, and the moment Ye Qingyu protected Li Shengyan, it clicked and turned into powder and ashes and dissipated.

At this time, Li Shengyan was already confused.

He couldn't recognize Ye Qingyu, he couldn't recognize everyone else, he just squirmed, squirmed, and kept moving forward.

He was bleeding all over, white bones, every time he moved, he would bleed, fall off the flesh, and even have bones, he was holding a licorice gourd in his bloody hand, his eyes were staring at Xiao Fei Zhun Emperor, and the family blood flowing in his body made him instinctively crawl towards Xiao Fei Zhun Emperor, and a faint voice came out of his throat: "Old Ancestor...... Hulu ......"

He sent licorice gourd to Emperor Xiaofei.

This gourd is the last foundation of the Li family in the Ming Realm.

It's broken, but it's powerful.

In the past, this gourd was given to the fat man by the laughing non-quasi-emperor, hoping to protect him at a critical moment, after all, the laughing non-quasi-emperor is invincible in the world, but there are also countless enemies, so the gourd is given to the fat man to protect himself, and now at the critical moment, the fat man is worried about the ancestor, so at all costs, he came here, and wants to give the gourd to the laughing non-quasi-emperor to meet the enemy!

The little licorice gourd, soaked in the blood of the fat man-

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