A palm came out, cracking the void, and one giant palm after another shook and scattered backwards, and there was a loud bang everywhere.

In a trance, they saw a hand poking out from the figures. In the blink of an eye, the palm was missing again.

Perhaps, they have never seen it. All I saw was a gust of wind, because the giant palms of the hundred giant palms fell one after another, causing the void to be confused, and the hundred giant palms collided together.

Each giant palm has the ability to destroy the sky, the power of rolling, and naturally the ability to shatter other palms.

The giant palm is shattered, and the power should be there. But it swam around everyone like a fresh breeze, without any noise.

The breeze rotates, and when the drift is behind, it is a big worship. The breeze turned into a violent wind, violently shaking even if it was a great power of destruction.

What kind of wind is this that can shake the power of destroying the realm?

The strong people were shocked, this would definitely not be an illusion. They literally saw a palm poking out of the closed body.

Some ghosts and gods struck again to find out, and the rest of the people avoided it. Their eyes widened, wanting to see the truth clearly.

Their eyes widened, and the next moment, they held their breath, and they were all shocked.

It's not an illusion, that hand has reappeared!

Just poking out, just a gentle stroke, the giant palm with earth-shattering momentum instantly disintegrated, disintegrating into a breeze. They didn't touch the body of the man in the slightest, they all retreated, and when they reached the nearby ghost, they worshipped and shook him far away.

People were dumbfounded, this palm came too suddenly, it can be said to be a flash in the pan.

They didn't find any figures, nor did they feel any fluctuations in their breath.

So, where did this hand come from?

The previous wind had not completely dissipated, and the black mist on the ghosts and gods that slapped was undulating.

"This is really someone blocking me and waiting!" said a ghost and god, forcibly calm, but in his heart he was afraid.

"Could it be that the human race in this world has made a move?" someone said in confusion.

In the nearly 1,000 years of war, it was a battle between the Protoss and the powerhouses outside the realm. The human race has the power to destroy the realm, and it has never made a move. This may be a special command from God, or perhaps they are indifferent by nature and have nothing to do with foreigners.

For the strong people outside the realm, the aura and blood of the Terran cultivators are far less vigorous than those of the Protoss, and more importantly, the Terran has two strongest people, so the strong people outside the realm have never made a move against the Terrans.

It's just that even if the Terran Destruction Realm is powerful at this moment. It will not be erased with such a light description. It's a much stronger ripple.

Who is it, silently, who can sweep away him with all his might. Who is it who can wipe out the blow they have joined forces with one hand?

Even if God joins forces with Panzu, this cannot be done.

Although that level is above the Annihilation Realm, it can't easily erase the ghosts and gods with all their might.

At this moment, everyone no longer dared to act at will, and they were very jealous. If you can erase the earth-shattering momentum with your hand, you can suppress them with your hand. It's just like the ghost-faced man back then.

It's just that the ghost-faced man, the momentum spread on his body is extremely evil. Even more than the Ten Standing Generals. And the breath at this moment is like a spring breeze, although the follow-up wind is very strong, making their bodies shake, but the whole body is still refreshing.

This definitely won't be the ghost-faced man.

Some people still set their eyes on the stone statue sitting on the back of the white tiger.

They found an anomaly!

As the pages in the statue's hand turned rapidly, as the Changhong continued to pour into the sky, there were more and more cracks on the face, and the face showed smooth skin.

Shattered like an eggshell, revealing a smooth face. There was an eye there, revealing sadness, drop by drop, tears in a row.

It was as if a whisper was heard.

"Master ......."

The rifts grew more and more, and in an instant, they continued in the body. At this moment, a loud roar came from heaven and earth. A little red light burst out from the stone statue, revealing the flame of heaven and earth.

A Vermilion Bird Divine Shadow descended from the Nine Heavens and landed behind the statue, as if transformed into a guardian.

At this moment, the world was shocked. The two old men in the holy mountain narrowed their pupils even more, and their eyes were shocked.

Both of them are supreme powerhouses, and there are few things in the world that can surprise them so much.

"It's... Suzaku Fire.... The Elephant of the Four Spirits. Person... Who the hell is !!?"

Whether it is a strong person outside the realm, or a powerful human race in this world, they are all short of breath.

The appearance of the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast represents the return of the four spirits. People felt a majestic presence in an extremely distant place.

It was the edge of the Seven Realms of the Divine Realm, and there was chaos. However, at this moment, it is a white mist, as if it is about to open another realm.

Then there was a cracking sound in the heavens and the earth, and then there was another dragon roar.

"How is it possible.... Suzaku Manifestation... It can be said that this person is the Holy Spirit of Suzaku. Why did the dragon roar sound one after another?"

God's heart was shaken, and when he looked up, he saw a phantom slowly taking shape.

"It's... Xuanwu Holy Spirit ........"

There are three sides in heaven and earth, the majestic tide rises and falls, and then the continuation of one side.

There was a sigh, and I thought about it in heaven and earth.

There is a heaven and earth, the sky is bright red, and it is full of red plums in a thought, which continues to a huge stone statue.

There are countless flying sands, collapsing into the statue of a man, and between the circulation, a white dress and white hair are displayed.

"I was in a dream and heard someone say. In March, the plum blossoms on the mountain will bloom in the morning breeze, and on the slopes of the surrounding mountains, the plum blossoms of the trees are as white as snow. ”

"I wanted to wait and see this scene, not because of the self-descent of heaven and earth, but by the pride of relying on the seed of all things to grow and turn and turn. ”

"It's just that what you want is not finished. Whether it was back then, or now, I haven't really seen that wind curtain. ”

"I'm asking myself, can I see it now?"

"I know that even if I can really see it, it is not the bloom of the year. It's just that I still want to see it. ”

"See, the plum blossoms they speak of are like snow. ”

Plum blossoms are like snow, but they are diametrically opposed. What he saw was plum blossoms like blood.

The blood of this earth has penetrated into the earth countless thousands of feet. Even if it is countless thousands of years, it will not fade.

People saw that the white robe stood there motionless, just with his hands behind his back, looking at the red house.

A sigh.

"I have seen, heard, heard. It is the view of the world, the view of all beings!"

"I'm here, and I'm here to look at the library!"

The white-haired man slowly closed his eyes, and opened his eyes again with a soft sigh.

It's not something he's seen or seen. It is that this world has been precipitated for countless thousands of years.

He reached out and spat out a word softly. In the distance, Changhong appeared.

There is a pen, drawn from afar, gently falling in his hand, lightly stroked, one stroke. With these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, I wish to become ink.