Wu Po Jiuxiao

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The sound of singing became louder and louder, showing a vague posture like a huge wave rolling, and the terrifying breath rushed towards his face. Even Ye Fantian couldn't help but began to back away again and again, with a look of horror on his face.

vast!No match!Boundless!sacred……!

Ye Fantian no longer knew what words to use to describe such a vast and unparalleled power.

The muscles crackled, and the bones on the body even trembled.

The severe pain couldn't be concealed, but Ye Fantian's face showed a trace of moistness, until tears welled up in his eyes.

Bloodline, the breath of bloodline that cannot be concealed.

"We evolve with life, lead with flesh and blood, and at the cost of endless life, cover everything in the world, and completely seal this unfair way of heaven... Martial arts! The strongest!"

boom……

The voice began to surge, and there was a resolute attitude in the mighty voice, as if he had seen through the world, and what was there was only a kind of infinite love.

Great love, that is beyond everything in the world, for the sake of all beings.

This voice may be evil, or holy, or carry a trace of demonic energy, but it cannot conceal the awe-inspiring righteousness emanating from the body.

clang clang...

Countless magical weapons began to wail. At this time, they seemed to be crying and indignant, unable to conceal the sadness in their bodies. The psychic wailing moved the world and the heaven.

The sky rolled and roared.

"You are destroying the laws of heaven and earth. I will never become one with you. Break it for me...in my name, break the injustice of this world and create a supremely pure world!"

A voice overwhelmed all these voices. This voice contained infinite anger, and the anger was burning, setting off a wave of terror. There was no so-called compassion, no kindness, and only the principles in my heart. The purest emotion.

"Rumble..."

Before Ye Fantian's eyes, everything was changing.

A series of pictures unexpectedly appeared in front of him.

The dense white bones and endless armor shone with a silver light that flowed like glass.

It evolved to the most terrifying moment, and in the end, all this resurfaced again.

kill!

Endless killing!

The Confucian scholar holding a lupine, chatting and laughing, everything was wiped out, his body was stained red with residual blood, but there was a pitiful smile on his face.

The ascetic monks holding the magic stick, their faces are firm, with the will to destroy everything.

The Taoist sitting on the nine heavens, with an angry expression on his miserable face, waved his robes, or stretched out his arms, and punched out a series of divine fists and divine lights.

With endless evil spirit, Wuxiu dressed in black armor looked down on the world, holding a sharp gun, swinging it freely, every swing was stained with endless blood flow.

The same is true for their enemies, either dressed in Confucian divine robes, or chanting Buddhist texts that seem to be compassionate but actually carry endless killing intent. In it, there is a terrifying power enough to make the world collapse.

kill!

kill kill kill!

The sword in his hand has never drank blood, the fist in his hand has never been reconciled to shattering, and the anger, justice, and grandeur in his heart have never dissipated.

At this moment, everything is about to collapse, and their awe-inspiring righteousness shakes the sky.