Heaven and earth changed color and thunder prison was born only because of the king's thoughts, and the vitality turned into a thirty-nine-story tower, wanting to suppress the presumptuous evil in front of him.

Ji Yan's face was cold, and everything was slaughtered, which was the domineering of heaven and earth that turned with thoughts.

And in this quiet and solemn world, there is a thin man, sitting cross-legged with a relaxed face, and the vitality around him is agile and lively, although he is in the same sky, the painting style is completely different.

The man was even in the mood to quipped at the black-faced Killing God: "Sure enough, the status is too high to hear the truth, or does it mean that the Sect Master Ji Yan actually understands it in his heart, but he doesn't want to admit it?"

Ji Yan had forgotten how long it had been since no one dared to talk to him in person like this, and this kind of offense beyond expectation made him subconsciously want to imprint the Thirty-Nine Heavy Town Domain Ming King Pagoda directly on the annoying face of the person in front of him.

But considering that the person in front of him is now Ji's indispensable helper, he still stubbornly resisted this impulse, and just coldly warned: "Han's and An's are unfair and don't wear the sky." It is naturally easy to be false and wrong, but once An knows the details of the dean, the recurrence of Longxi's disaster will also be instantaneous. ”

This is a reminder, and it is also the bottom line, Tang Luo's actions have already made the Han allies feel uncomfortable, this time Ji Yan came, not for the third holy path, but to find out the true thoughts of this ally, and give a warning by the way.

Don't forget, the Tang clan and the Han clan are grasshoppers tied to a rope, and they can't walk me or escape you.

When Tang Luo heard this, he carefully looked at the face of the ally in front of him, and he didn't know if it was the benefit brought by the realm ascension, as he studied the Divine Pupil more and more, the more information he could see.

Nowadays, as long as he stares intently, he can see many traces that ordinary people can't see.

These traces are all engraved from those immutable pasts, whether visible or invisible, all pieced together to form the so-called present.

Staring at a big tree, Tang Luo could not only see the lush leaves and strong branches that ordinary people could see, but also the axe blades that had been added, the broken branches that showed off in the forest peaks, the leaves that fell in autumn and winter, and the winds that lasted all year round.

From the moment when I saw the budding tree plant.

If you use these divine pupils to see people, then there will be more information, non-stop penance, hearty battles, and dark and difficult residues.

If it was said that in the past, if you could see the meridian aura, you could calculate the strengths of a martial artist, then now Tang Luo only needs to look at it, and all the martial artists have nothing to hide.

It's just that the lives of the weak are strange, but the lives of the strong are mostly the same.

Those who are noble in front of people will inevitably suffer after people, whether it is a grandmaster or a human king, except for the difference in temperament, the loneliness and patience are like carved out of a mold.

This was the first time he had looked at Ji Yan so seriously, the face of the master of the Lingxiao Sect in the north was square, and the face shape like a knife cut made people feel the awe-inspiring righteousness at a glance.

But if you shift your attention to the facial features, the first impression brought by the face shape will be instantly destroyed.

Ji Yan's eyebrows are shaped like a sword, and there are diamond-shaped seals composed of dozens of interlaced silver marks in the center of his eyebrows.

The face is like white jade, the eyes are narrow and long, and the pupils are like jasper.

The lower end of the nose is as tall and straight as a mountain peak, but the wings of the nose are extremely narrow, and even when you breathe, you can't see any ups and downs, like mud pinched and then cut by a knife.

His lips were lilac, slender and thin, and when he pursed his lips, he could only see a line of lilac.

Anyone who meets him for the first time can see that this person is not easy to mess with, especially when the other party has a black face.

Through the robe, the divine pupil can see the divine patterns printed on the king's body like embroidery, these lines are lit up in different positions into arrays, and they are linked together to form an endless cycle, and the whole seven indicate that the person in front of him has reached the level of the three-grade immortal battle body, and the six-dimensional golden body of the second-grade King Kong is not bad, and it is only a little bit away.

As for the Bing Feng Battle Method, it has been cultivated to an unprecedented level, under one thought, the vitality of heaven and earth all move with the thought, one hundred and eight sword soldiers, three thousand spiritual weapons, and even nine kinds of heaven and earth wonders, as soon as the thought is endless, killing and robbery without consuming a little of their own origin spiritual power.

Is this the human king who appeared after the first holy place of Xihe lingered for a thousand years?

In martial arts, Tang Luo admired Ji Yan's attainments very much, but he still couldn't stop being disappointed.

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"Isn't it said that it is not a common day, and it has been a thousand years? Besides, now your surname is Ji, not Han. ”

If you make a list of the words that can be responded to at this time, then Tang Luo's sentence is the most eyeless, this degree of offense even makes Ji Yan a little stunned, but the one who has no eyesight never stops: "I understand that the sect master Ji Yan has always had the great ambition of restoration, and I can also see the fear buried in the heart of Your Excellency, why don't you allow the disciples of the North to travel to Zhongzhou, are you afraid that those disciples of the Ji clan will lose their determination to restore after seeing the current situation in Zhongzhou?"

Why are you in such a hurry, have you also seen the gap between the Northern Territory and the Holy Land of the Three Realms, and are afraid that if you don't grasp this hundred years, you won't even dare to mention it in the next hundred years?

A thousand years have passed, do you feel that Xihe is getting smaller and smaller, and even the vast Zhongzhou seems to be unable to accommodate the aspirations of the Holy Land of the Three Realms?

Are you afraid that when the Three Realms Holy Land reaches out, those Han clan people hidden underground will have nothing to hide, and they won't even have a chance to resist at that time?

Obviously thinking like this, why don't you dare to admit it? Hatred is no longer Han's greatest motivation for restoration, fear is. ”

Rumble!

Like a string that suddenly broke, Ji Yan only felt that his mind was blank, and the thirty-nine heavy town of the Prison King Tower, which stood like a pillar of heaven, fell towards the top of Donglan Mountain.

Heaven and earth shook at the same time, and the ten gods laid down thunder and robbery, transforming into thunder casting spirit soldiers, and coming towards Tang Luo's location.

The mountains roared, and a pair of ice eyes born from the breath of the earth opened on the mountain wall, and the turquoise pupils reflected the endless cold and icy aura.

In just a hundredth of a breath, the cloudless Donglan Mountain peak was flooded with endless killing and robbery, and the Luanzhou Temple, which was thousands of miles away, also felt this indescribable killing intent shock.

Tang Luo, who was sitting cross-legged, got up lazily in front of the Ten Thousand Dao Killing Tribulation, and didn't see any movement, but no matter whether the thunder soldiers turned into Shenxiao or the cold eyes shot out of the ice eyes, all of them were submerged in his body, and they dissociated into pure vitality, and he didn't know where to go.

Thirty-nine Heavy Town Prison King Spirit Pagoda roared to the ground, Tang Luo only then leaned back, his right palm probed into the sky, and at the moment of standing up, it had grown into a giant arm that could cover the sky, spread out his palm like Luo Tianhua, and each of his five fingers became a pillar of heaven, holding the fallen Prison King Tower.