Fantasy Prehistoric Supreme Through The Sky

The first thousand two hundred and sixty-two chapters die in peace!

“You do heaven-defying in this way, even if you reach the upper realm, there will be no good results!”

Tuoqi was still stubborn, because he knew the situation in the upper realm well, so he was not optimistic about what the so-called Rebel Alliance could achieve.

But Luo Chong was terrified at this time, looking at Tongtian in the void without saying a word, his face was full of fear.

He naturally knew the Lord of the Taoist Palace, and the existence of the Primordial Relics to clear the way for him should not be underestimated.

But he never thought that the so-called master of the Taoist Palace could unite the entire wasteland heaven-defying!

What is this going to do?

This is definitely going to do something!

“You won’t bother with this matter, you can die with peace of mind.”

The War Emperor was not willing to give Tuoqi a chance to continue speaking, because what this person said was really disgusting.

So, the War Emperor waved the halberd and slashed severely, dragging Qi immediately separated the corpse.

Luo Chong on the side saw his eyes straight, his face turned pale, and he hurriedly pleaded, “Palace lord, palace lord! The little one has eyes but doesn’t know Mount Tai. He offended the palace lord and asked the palace lord to spare him a little one. Fate!”

“You said it was a dog’s life, how much money is it worth?”

At this time, the Emperor Zhong was also planning to join in the fun, waving his palm horizontally, and Luo Chong immediately lost his soul.

The last patriarch of the three tribes of Taikoo saw that the two in front of them were doing both soft and hard but it was of no effect, so he simply gave up the struggle, “You forge yourself in the way of others, and sooner or later you will provoke retribution.”

This word reached Tongtian’s ears, and he saw Tongtian’s gaze suddenly turned to that person.

When the man saw this, he was shocked and somewhat delighted. As long as he could impress the Lord of the Taoist Palace, wouldn’t it mean that there was still hope for survival?

So he looked at Tongtian pitifully, hoping that Tongtian would give him a chance to continue living.

In fact, no one is not afraid of death, they just don’t want to die.

Just like the patriarchs of these three tribes, are they afraid of death? They are not afraid, but at the same time they don’t want to die even more, so they appear “generous”.

After seeing the death of the previous two, the last patriarch didn’t want to die even more, so he wanted to find another way to find a way out.

“Retribution?” Tong Tianhu’s brows stretched out, and a slight smile appeared on his face. “The thing I don’t believe in this life is retribution.”

When the voice fell, it would be better for a patriarch to immediately turn into nothingness.

The Five Emperors looked at Tongtian respectfully, thinking about his words.

What is retribution?

Why is there retribution?

“Thank you Palace Master for your help, and you are grateful for the Mending Pavilion!”

Zhang Zhihuan is not dead yet, but he can’t bear it anymore.

At this moment, Tongtian was rescued. Although Butian Pavilion was preserved, it lost the existence of the sacrificial spirit, and there was no future at all.

Looking at Zhang Zhihuan, Tong Tian said lightly, “If you disperse, you will disperse.”

The sacrifice to the spirit is dead, and it’s time for Butian Pavilion to disperse.

Zhang Zhihuan knew this well, so he would use “Butian Pavilion Shangxia” to express his gratitude to Tongtian.

He was actually asking Tongtian whether he was going to leave the doorman.

And Tongtian naturally knows the laws of the world. Without the sacrifice of spirits, the Butian Pavilion would have no support for existence. This is the basic requirement of a sect.

Tongtian will not change anything, because he has never thought of changing, he just wants to create.