The ultimate opportunity!

There is no doubt that the people of the tribes in front of Zhuhai are very aware of the weight of these four words, and in a normal sense, they are half a step higher than the saints.

And the Starry Sky Martial Arts Conference has always been very mysterious, and every time it comes out, those who can get the supreme opportunity are generally no more than five fingers, and few people know what happened inside, because there are only extremely vague memories left, but no matter what, for all races, the young heroes of any clan get the supreme opportunity, which is much better than the human race.

The air in front of the bamboo sea became thinner and even cold, and all kinds of obscure qi gradually intertwined, and the aura of slaughter was permeated.

"Are you afraid?"

At this time, the only remaining Terran Sage on this spirit star said in a deep voice, he stepped out from dozens of Terran masters, dressed in a purple-striped battle suit hunting, black hair lightly, his eyes were sharp at this moment, swept everywhere in the wilderness, and said again: "The promotion of a junior makes you scared?"

"Uncle Ancestor...... "The middle-aged Terran powerhouse muttered, obviously not expecting this scene in front of him.

Airplanes!

At this moment, recklessly, countless eyes converged, there was no shortage of divine masters, and the middle-aged human race saint with gray temples condensed in the void around him, as if he had been squeezed by several divine mountains and mountains, which was a great spiritual oppression, and at the same time, in the face of so many strong people, even the saints were terrified.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, but he didn't regret it, no matter how big the controversy of the Locked Heaven One Pulse was, a person who was expected to be supreme in the Locked Heaven was better able than him to build a strong and unhurried heavenly moat in the starry sky of the human world.

"The struggle between the races and the human race has never been about our face. ”

The voice of the Thunder Spirit Saint sounded again, his tone was unusually calm, he re-connected the small half of his body, and the fracture healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the silver-purple beads suspended above his head, sprinkling an ancient and mysterious light.

The Gu Yin Saint and the Golden Valley Saint stared slightly, they had heard it earlier, this Thunder Spirit Saint really got that person's relics, but they didn't know how much they had refined.

Immediately, the two of them restrained their thoughts, and their eyes fell on the coarse white-robed young figure in front of Zhuhai, compared to the Lei Ling Sage, this is the real enemy, not their enemy, but the enemy of all races.

Isn't it? The younger generation, looking at this age, to this step in front of them, even if the emperor or even the emperor was young, I am afraid that it is nothing more than this, it is really outstanding and stunning in the world.

More importantly, the other party has obtained a supreme opportunity and transformed into a prototype of the power of order, which is not trivial, three supreme heavenly passes, one immortal will, two power of order, three starry sky imprints, three heavenly passes, and the crossing of each heavenly pass requires great opportunity and accumulation, and the difficulties in it are beyond the imagination of ordinary people, enough to make the saint despair.

To put it more bluntly, this young heir of the Lock Heaven has transformed into the prototype of the power of order in advance, and under the refining of the feeding, the promotion of the immortal will is only the length of time and months, and once the immortal will is achieved, the prototype of the power of order will be evolved again, and the leap of the first two heavenly passes, and the reappearance of the world, is no longer a saint, but a ......

Quasi-king!

These two words seemed to have some kind of demonic nature, even the Holy Realm giants like the Ancient Yin Saint and the Golden Valley Saint felt their breath burning, and the holy blood was faintly surging.

Immediately afterwards, including the Thunder Spirit Saint, the three saints unabashedly released their killing intent, this piece of desolation seemed to be frozen, the killing aura in the air almost turned into substance, the void was trembling, the earth was shaking, and there were constantly cracks breeding, staggered and concluded, like a spider weaving a web, to trap sentient beings.

Withdraw!

Including some holy masters, all began to stay away from this area, and even the supreme saints had to be cautious in the confrontation of the saint level.

At the same time, some of the sages of the alien race are also cold-eyed, locking up a few dozen people such as the sages of the human race, although the immeasurable sea of stars accommodates hundreds of races, but the human race has always been unpopular here, it is okay on weekdays, and they can barely get along with each other, and now they don't have so many scruples, since the heirs of the lock sky can't live, these people are also buried together.

"Who dares to touch them. ”

In front of the bamboo sea, Su Qinian spoke, his tone was cold, but his eyes seemed very calm, and he swept in all directions.

It's too terrifying, even if it is a holy master, it is difficult to look directly, that gaze is like a heavenly sword, as if it wants to pierce the soul, it is hard to imagine that this kind of power appears in a young man, more terrifying than ordinary saints, some people show hesitation, even if this one has not yet achieved success, but after all, it is a young overlord, except for the three saints, no one is invincible.

"Lock the sky, take care of yourself!"

The tone of the ancient yin saint was as cold as his temperament, he looked very young, but he was a genuine old monster, at this moment, a long dark blue hair was sonorous, and everywhere he passed, the void was frozen, and then shattered into countless pieces, like thousands of sharp swords hanging in the air, and the sword body reflected a deep abyss, like a cosmic ice cave reappeared.

"I'm excited to kill a young dragon. ”

The Golden Valley Sage licked the corners of his lips, he looked radiant, but he also had a crazy temperament, at this moment he did not hide his interest in Su Qinian, he wanted to take the road of Shenwu, and in ancient mythology, Shenwu once fought with the Heavenly Dragon, although he was defeated in the end, but he was also one of the few old enemies of the king of ancient divine beasts.

From Su Qiannian's body, the Golden Valley Sage felt an unprecedented pure dragon qi, nourished by the breath of the old enemy, awakening the ancient imprint in the depths of the bloodline, the Golden Valley Sage seemed to see a supreme avenue blooming in front of his eyes, he desperately wanted to decompose this young man, and he couldn't bear it for a moment.

Rumble!

As soon as the thought moved, the sage of Jingu pinched the paw print with one hand, and grabbed it in front of the bamboo sea in the air.

In an instant, the sage's qi exploded like a sun lake, and the scorching light crowded the entire heavenly dome, and behind the golden valley sage, there was a faint golden divine feather full of golden divine feathers, and a distinctive golden crow phantom appeared.

"Shenwu!"

A strange color appeared in the eyes of the Lei Ling Saint, this old thing has really cultivated to the Heavenly Skill, and the atavism has been successful?

Burst!

Blood spilled from the corners of the mouth of the two Terran Sages with white temples, this was the power of the Saint Realm giants, just the majesty of the qi that overflowed from the shot, it made his breath stagnant as a Great Sage, and his internal organs were all shocked, it was not that he had never seen a saint, and the Golden Valley Saint in front of him, including the other two, undoubtedly had terrifying combat power that was above ordinary saints.

Airplanes!

At this moment, a continuous knife groan sounded in the void, it was hundreds of millions of divine knives suspended in the bamboo sea, Su Qinian was expressionless, and a hand pressed in front of his knee raised his virtual grip, and hundreds of millions of wisps of knife light instantly converged in the palm of his hand, turning into a long glass knife, and then slashed down in the air.

Rumble!

Too fast, a ray of sword light, but it was like a sea of stars bursting the embankment, the heavenly river poured back, poof, the hand belonging to the golden valley saint was cut off, the sword light swept away, and the residual momentum was unabated, drowning the golden crow phantom.