was constantly encroached upon by the other party, and the six reincarnations with thicker colors could no longer support it, and began to be slowly assimilated by the other party. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info six paths, six paths, six different layers of reincarnation are set aside layer by layer, layer by layer to be eliminated.

"Bastard, if you want to destroy my Wu clan's lineage, but it is absolutely impossible, the six reincarnations cannot be lost, work together, follow me!" Candle Jiuyin went up to the sky with a solemn face. As the Ancestor of Time, he couldn't figure out how he moved, as if he had been in the sky before.

"Time, condensation!" As a finger of Candle Jiuyin pointed out, the time within the range of this Beiju Luzhou seemed to have been stopped, and everyone's behavior and demeanor were suspended, and even their thinking was blank.

The time of suspension naturally includes the six reincarnations of the two parties that are fighting. Candle Jiuyin's strength is only between the Enlightenment Realm Quasi-Saint and the Peak Quasi-Saint, naturally there is no way to order the entire Central Great World or even the entire Chaos Universe to be stationary, but within the small range he can control, not many people can dodge.

The six realms of reincarnation are still rotating. Due to the standing of time, its speed has been greatly reduced, and although it does not stop directly, it has at least a little effect.

"Roar!" Candle Jiuyin's ears seemed to hear a low roar. It was this roar that didn't have much strength, and it actually shook Candle Jiuyin directly and injured his internal organs, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood. Rao is like this, he was shocked and star-studded, he still gritted his teeth, desperately controlling the law of time.

"Shameless villain, dare to come to my Beiju Luzhou Wu clan to be presumptuous! Look at my co-worker's supernatural powers!" Gonggong is also a person with a violent personality, where can he still calm down?

With one hand, he easily pulled over a mountain, and the co-worker roared, wielding the mountain directly as a weapon. How heavy does a mountain weigh? It can't be measured by weight. In the hands of the co-workers, it is as light as a feather.

The power of the six reincarnations that had the upper hand was undiminished, and it was still slowly devouring. Time stands still only slowing him down, but it can't stop it completely. In the face of the terrifying power of the body of the Gonggong Ancestor Witch, the six reincarnations were treated as if they were nothing, and they seized the time to devour them continuously.

The mountain smashed on the six realms of reincarnation, and the entire mountain was directly smashed by the six realms of heaven, humanity, hell, beast, aura, and hungry ghosts in an instant. If the arm that was wider than the river hadn't been withdrawn faster, it was estimated that the end would be similar to that of the mountain.

The catastrophe, the catastrophe of the Wu clan, here, is the real beginning.

Mu Ran, who had obtained the Pure World Blue Lotus, did not directly search for a more secluded place and began refining it. In his opinion, there is really no place that can be called "safe" in this central world. Instead of deliberately dodging, it is better to face it directly.

The Twelve-Rank Pure World Blue Lotus was in Mu Ran's body, and it was always refining in the light emitted by the red lotus and the black lotus. Although not being able to concentrate on it will lead to at least half of the efficiency, it is enough for Mu Ran.

When he was in a hurry, Mu Ran had been constantly improving his own way. The effect of self-cultivation will not be manifested in a short period of time, and the effect of simulated combat in one's own world cannot be immediate, at least Mu Ran will not be interrupted.

"I've kept you waiting. Spit out such a sentence from his mouth, Mu Ran suddenly woke up, and found that even you don't know who you are saying this sentence to.

Glancing at the original boundary of the Central World, Mu Ran seemed to see the knife again, that strange knife.

The demonic scimitar is very gorgeous, and the gorgeous can only be described as demonic.

Daytime has always been the favorite time period for light creatures like angels, and it is only during the day that they can fully exert their strength.

The world has merged, but the Lord God of the Lord, with a strength that is slightly stronger than the peak quasi-saint, still thrives in the central world, and is impressive. Under his hands, except for the archangels of all walks of life who have their own thinking, everything else is just some combat weapons that have been manufactured, even if everyone in the world has betrayed, these combat weapons will never betray.

Jehovah was very happy, really happy.

His old enemy, the feared demon god of Hell, was defeated at the hands of another demon. Although hell was not defeated by him, he was able to be happy, heartily happy.

It has been more than one time to wave troops to attack this manor. Many times, his men had to go home. He knew that the other party had a knife in his hand, a knife that was extremely terrifying.

It was this bewitching scimitar that had killed at least two twelve-winged archangels under his hands.

Yahweh was angry, his heart ached, but he was also excited. In his opinion, this scimitar will be in his pocket sooner or later.

Grandpa Mo is not in the manor, this is a very normal thing. Although this manor is nominally Mo Gonggong's, he rarely comes over.

Hill is abolished, the strength of the Red Child, the Black Wind Demon King, and the Pengbei Demon King is still inferior, and only Li Jiancheng, a quasi-saint-level master who is proficient in easy counting algorithms, can withstand a twelve-winged archangel about one, and the situation of the manor is really precarious.

"Greedy?" In the darkness, there was no emotion on the old man's face. These days, he really understands a lot, is it the oppression of death?

The old man didn't know that death was always extremely frightening. Even now, he is still afraid of death, but as long as he is alive, he must not watch the people around him die one by one.

The old man's fingers lightly buckled on the body of the demonic scimitar.

"Buzz, buzz!"

No one could see that strange sword aura, and the Lord God of the Lord was no exception. He didn't know how this knife was cut, or rather, it couldn't be regarded as a knife technique at all, but a kind of judgment that could not be escaped at all.

Raguil, the ruling angel of the Divine Court in the past, one of the twelve winged archangels. I'm afraid he never imagined in his life that he would be adjudicated one day.

One knife out, all winds are removed.

The sword wind blows, and the wings fall.

Raguil was still chanting his own incantation in the air, and the whole person was suddenly divided into two parts, cracked from the middle, and the wound was not even the slightest bit.

There was a little fear in the heart of the Lord God. The murderous aura, what he felt, was an extremely terrifying murderous aura, so thick that it almost suffocated him.

How many people would have to be killed to accumulate such a horrible murderous aura? Jehovah never thought about it, and never dared to think about it. There are countless demons that have died at his hands, but if you really want to count them, I am afraid that they will not even reach a tenth of this murderous aura.

"Even if it's not mine, help me. Perhaps, my battle is almost coming to an end. The old man's lowered head suddenly lifted, and the decadent feeling in his eyes disappeared, replaced by killing intent, a strong killing intent.

"The way of killing, he, has become?" In the distance, Mu Ran's self-cultivation and refining suddenly stopped, and his eyes were once again cast here.