A strong will to break through the mín fog. The moment of trembling made the heavens tremble unknown. Almost, the dry amount of the emperor is the representative of the limit in the mortal world at this moment. Although his strength is not enough to become the greatest being in the entire mortal realm. However, his ròu body has already represented the culmination that the strong of the human race can reach for millions of years.

Within a breath, the shattered pieces of the world around them were blown away for a long time. With a slight lift of his hand, a huge meteorite with a radius of 100 miles was wiped out in an instant.

That's what he's capable of now.

Seeing such a dry no emperor, or the ancestor of dry weight, Cang Ye's expression was rarely solemn. He always felt that after destroying a big world, the Qianliang Wuhuang seemed to be a little different. It's just that it's wrong, but he can't say it, he can't think of it.

However, since you can't say it, you don't need to say it. Since you can't think of it, you don't have to think about it.

He continued to feel the invincible might of this now Supreme Spirit Emperor. In his eyes, he became infinitely solemn.

Or as long as he uses his power to destroy, as long as the summoning of reincarnation appears, after the infinite blessing. Even if he is strong, he can definitely only become a loser under his sword.

But could he do that?

If you can't destroy that super power, take the Black Emperor's Scepter. If the Emperor of Emperor Destruction has stayed in the mortal realm of life. Then it is destined that his power of destruction will not be able to be used. And the two ultimate powers of reincarnation and destruction are lost. He was not at all an opponent of Emperor Tiga's destruction.

Cangye is not a person who waits for a miracle to appear, what he likes most is to create a miracle by himself!

Therefore, he has to fight! All the way from the Far West to the entire Void Battlefield. With the help of countless battles, take everything you have to the limit!

Taking this opportunity, even if he didn't have the two most extreme powers, he would still be able to fight with Emperor Diga!

Therefore, even if he is on the verge of life and death, he still will not use the last hole card, absolutely, no!

"The sword destroys the heavens..."

Seeing that he had just shattered a big world, he had become a world-destroying powerhouse. The arrogance and jīng qi of the ancestor of Qianliang were almost about to break through the limit.

At this moment, Cangye no longer had the slightest reservation. The strongest sword that has smelted the true meaning of space has finally appeared.

The heavens are unfair, the fate is unfair, I respect all sentient beings and destroy everything!

Space Annihilation. Illusions abound.

Countless monstrous trolls seemed to tear the space, countless desolate war gods seemed to have split the golden ancient coffin, and countless ancient gods seemed to have returned from the unknown.

In the midst of heaven and earth, the great calamity came, and countless annihilations continued to appear.

At the last moment, a giant sword was born.

What the sword points to, heaven and earth are intimidated!

Boundless disillusionment!

In all the moments of the end, it carries the arrogance of destroying everything, and carries the belief in suppressing the trolls of heaven and earth.

The long sword is born!

At this moment, the sword that tore out of the illusion lost the domineering that it had in the illusion. It has no form, and everything in heaven and earth is the place where it exists. As long as there is space, there is it!

Under a sword, cover all, emerge from all places!

Every moment, every inch, every space, everything in the space, there is a smell of end.

At this moment, the ancestor of Qianliang is full of fierce flames. The hazy image behind him seemed to be inexplicably summoned. I started to move slowly.

In an instant, I don't know if it was the action of the Emperor of Dry Quantity that drove the illusion, or whether the illusion cào indulged the ancestor of the Dry Measure. The actions of the two are unexpectedly the same.

With the end of their occult moves. A terrifying aura that did not belong to the mortal realm suddenly skyrocketed.

Almost this moment. The sword of the night has destroyed the heavens.

All the unknowns have become apparent. The figure of the night is finally completely violent from all existence.

Almost incarnated as a sword, as if the whole person was the sword, as if the sword of the end was the essence of the night!

Under the sword, go forward bravely!

No regrets, no tears, no life, no fear!

Heaven and earth are blocked, a sword, obliterate!

The gods stand in the way, a sword, obliterate!

Troll Monster, One Sword, Obliterate!

On behalf of all living beings, I write an immortal chapter for all my mortal existence! I still, without hesitation, without regrets, without flinching!

Beneath the sword, merge with the void. Countless giant swords came with the night, breaking through everything from countless spaces and descending on the hún void!

There is no bōlan of terror.

The terrifying giant hand of the ancestor of Qianliang Baizhang directly held the sky-killing giant sword completely!

And around him, in the almost countless terrifying spaces, it seemed to be inexplicably restricted, and it was completely stagnant in mid-air.

At the last moment, the illusion behind him moved!

He himself, on his own, moved!

Gently stretched out his hazy palm, facing the night, and slowly punched out.

The speed is so slow. It seems that even a child can escape. But under this punch, Cangye found that he couldn't avoid it!

Or thirty-three days of yellow spring breath can be. However, he is not yet at such a high level to perform.

The surrounding space has been completely locked under this punch. And his body was completely frozen by the inexplicable power!

Can't escape!

Avoidance?

When the fist of the illusion was gently placed on the night. All time, standing still.

In this moment of stillness, the countenance of the night, is astonishment, pain, mí, is, death...

In a trance, it seems that the body is no longer there. The night flutters lightly within the endless clouds. It was beautiful, comfortable and relaxing.

The battle had been forgotten, and now he just wanted to lie here quietly, enjoying the kind of enjoyment that seemed to be worth it forever.

His eyes didn't have any sparkle. Or if there is any performance, it is nothing more than mí, a kind of complete mí.

The night seems to be trapped in an unknown huò.

He was thinking, thinking about the meaning of his existence.

Fight for life, fight for the people you protect, that's right.

But are those innocent who perished at his hands wrong? Yes!

Although he didn't mean to, as a result, he still led to countless deaths.

Countless battles, he jīang, he bloody. But he was just as tired, just as tired.

Is it really good to be born in the world?

Or just die, return to the embrace of hún, and let everything dissipate is the most perfect!

At that time, there was no sorrow, no parting, no sadness, no fighting. will also, without yourself.

That kind of existence is the most perfect...

So, why do you still have to live, you still have to live tiredly, and you have to continue to face it. Your own injuries hurt others. Be strong on your own, let someone hurt. In the end, it is for them to continue to experience endless sorrow. Perhaps, dying together is the best destination...

Laughed, this moment of the night, smiled.

His smile was full of a kind of relief, a smile of abandonment.

He slowly raised his arm.

In a daze, the raised arm became a sword-like existence.

Right-handed holy sword. This is the exclusive supernatural power condensed by Cang Ye's five-year retreat after losing reincarnation.

But at this moment, this holy sword, the greatest glory, is used to end itself...

Lifted to the highest position, and, downward, fell...

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