The most powerful system in history

Chapter 1759 The Saint's Praise

The rock-like quasi-sage moved before the golden rod, and immediately waved his hands, pulling the huge golden rod vigorously.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he used the power in his body casually, the golden rod remained motionless.

After a while, the quasi-sage was sweating profusely, and large crystal clear sweat dripped from his forehead, falling on the ground, gradually forming a small river.

But Solanum nigrum, Kong Kong'er and Liu Er gathered together, boasting to each other.

Solanum nigrum "Junior Sister Kong Konger, thanks to your good strategy."

Hearing the words, Xiao Liu couldn't help but nodded in praise.

"Yes! Kong Kong'er's strategy can be called the best in the world!"

Hearing the title of No. [-], Kong Konger quickly waved his little hand to express his refusal.

In front of Master, who dares to be number one?

When it comes to strategy, you should put your own master as the first!After all, he was cunning and scheming, but there was no way for him, an apprentice, to avoid him and hide him.

Kong Konger spit out the words in his heart, and immediately got the strong approval of the two people around him.

Master's schemes are mostly black-bellied, for details, you can refer to the little one who fell on the ground...

The quasi-sage on the ground tried several times, but it was useless. Suddenly, more vigorous anger arose in his chest, and he shifted his gaze from the one lying on the ground to the third son, waving his rock-like fist, roaring He was about to rush towards the three of them.

Just when the third son felt that he was about to fall into a new round of fierce battle, the quasi-sage stopped.

Not only the quasi-sage, but even their bodies seemed to be sealed in mid-air, and they were also unable to move.

Some Tianjiao people who were not affected by the battle just now stiffened their bodies with tenacious vitality. Even Wu Liang frowned slightly, and his body was restrained.

This is by no means the power of a human being, nor the power of an ordinary Taoist, but the power of a saint!

Sure enough, a saint in golden clothes sitting on a golden lotus appeared in the sky.

Different from that Louis, the golden lotus under the seat is an illusion, but the golden sword above is a genuine golden sword.

The saint's whole body emanated a golden light, brilliant and dazzling, splashing on the ground below, and suddenly, the broken ground seemed to be covered with gold, very dazzling.

Wu Liang rolled his eyes, looked at the saint in the sky, and realized that this was not his real body, it was probably projected from the vast universe!However, it can be as real as it is, which can also explain the powerful and stalwart of its skill.

The saint glanced slightly at the vast land, and then spoke to the remaining quasi-sages.

"Since you are a referee, you don't preside over the game, but you cause more troubles, which really disappoints me!"

As soon as the sage opened his mouth, he uttered golden lotuses, and when he dropped a word, a golden lotus fell down. After a while, his body was filled with blooming golden lotuses.

It should be known that the whole body of the saint is full of strength, and every word he utters at this moment contains the meaning of scolding, so every time he utters a word, a thunderbolt falls on the quasi-sage.

At this time, the quasi-sage is suffering and cannot tell!Although he is a quasi-sage, he never got any advantage from the battle just now.

Now he still has to be blamed by the sage, thunderbolts strike his body, and thousands of electric currents pass through his body, his skin and flesh are all scorched black and numb.

At the same time, a strong pressure spread from the whole body of the saint in the sky, pressing on his head, and the ground below him also shattered, being filled with terrifying cracks.

Under the sky, there is a silence that has been rare for thousands of years. At this time, the wind is no longer blowing, and only the resounding voice of the saint is left in the sky, permeating the earth.

After the saint finished dealing with it, he turned to look at the third son who was floating in mid-air.

The third son only felt that the overwhelming pressure like a dark night filled their surroundings, squeezing their bodies.

Although they have come from pressure along the way, they have never been relaxed, but the pressure in front of them is something they have never seen before.

This pressure is like the pressure that puts people in the vast universe, the universe is distorted and squeezed together, like a boundless abyss.

It was just a glance of the saint's eyes projected from the sky that made the third son so flustered. If he was blaming him, he would probably have died in the boundless thunder.

For example, the quasi-sage off the court just suffered a series of criticisms from the saint, so he lost his life in the thunder.

The sage looked at the third son, but was silent at first, and then smiled brightly at the third son.

The third son was stunned, only to feel a gloomy cold wind blowing past his face.

They couldn't bear the laughter of a saint!
However, the third son did not expect that what happened next made them even more unbearable.

Because the saint above the sky actually started to praise them.

"These four sons will surely become great weapons!"

As soon as the words came out, the third son realized that the sage had brought the little one with him, which showed that he had been paying attention to this battle from the beginning, but he stopped it at this time, which also fully demonstrated his respect for the fourth son. value.

Wu Liang stared blankly at the saint above the sky, showing dissatisfaction on his face. Although the saint was gentle enough to help the third son get rid of the quasi-sage, but——

The fourth son was his disciple, this sage actually praised his disciple directly, which made Wu Liang very dissatisfied, he felt that he should praise himself no matter what.

When Wu Liang was thinking this way, the sage above the boundless sky cast his eyes and smiled at Wu Liang.

Wu Liang was not as timid as the third son, he faced the saint directly, and gave him a smile as well, feeling a bit reciprocal.

It's like saying hello, very casual.

Wu Liang waited there silently, waiting for the sage's praise, but the sage above the sky just looked at him indifferently, not to mention the praise, and didn't say a word.

After the saint receded, the entire sky returned to a clear state, with blue sky and white clouds, without any abnormalities.

Under the sky, the state of silence was still maintained, and everyone was firmly shrouded in shock.

It can be said that the Tianjiao off the field never thought that one day they would be able to meet the saint, so they were shocked.

And the third son never thought that he would be praised by the saint, so he was shocked.

Off the court, Wu Liang was the only one who felt a sense of resentment, just because the saint didn't praise him.

After a long time, all the people got out of the shock. Among the three sons, Solanum nigrum picked up the little one, and they came to the side of their master together.

The entire vast land is already in shattered condition, now that the quasi-sage who is acting as the referee is not there, the saint has also left, and it seems that he does not intend to come back, so the battle of Tianjiao was forced to end.

And the fourth son, who was praised by the sage, became the best among all the arrogance, and his limelight was second to none.

(End of this chapter)