Immortal Primordial World

With the ripple rippling, a pair of cold and familiar eyes appeared in front of him.

The God of burying tears suddenly widened his eyes. He was shocked in his heart. His eyes were full of incredible colors. He looked at situ Xuan in disbelief!

Three buried eyes!

Or... It's Meng Xuan's eyes!

Ho ho, ho ho.

The body of the God of burying and weeping trembled, and his fear reached the extreme.

"How can it be, how can it be!" The God of mourning roared in his heart.

Isn't he abandoned by the night family's crazy night three autumn?

Well, even if he didn't waste, he still had the peak state before... So why did he enter the cultivation of the immortal giant in such a short time?

In any case, he never thought that situ Xuan's real body was Meng Xuan!

No one will believe it or dare to believe it. The Immortal King giant is the supreme figure of the Immortal King, and every one of them is earth shaking.

The king of burial came again with the immortal spirit all over the sky. His hands move, suddenly, his arms appeared endless thunder. Each one is as strong as a mountain.

He waved the thunder all over the sky and attacked and killed situ Xuan.

The God of burying and weeping reacted and suddenly roared: "he is..."

The voice of the words stopped abruptly, and situ Xuan put his palm on the cover of his spirit. Buried cry God eyes instantly become confused, that part of the memory in the mind is completely erased.

The burial King brought endless thunder and lightning to kill him, but he was crushed by situ Xuan with his bare hands.

The endless arc flowed between his palms and fingers, and then dissipated into invisibility.

"Who is the God of mourning?" The burial king asked in a deep voice. He knew that at that moment, only the burial God could see the appearance of situ Xuan clearly!

But the bewilderment in the eyes of the God of burying and weeping became more and more intense, and then he roared: "Lord burying, I don't know, I've been erased from my memory!"

"Wait for me to kill you." Situ xuanleng snorted and threw the God of burying and weeping aside. "How dare you unite with the Western church to attack and kill China?"

The burial King stopped his body. Although he was the Immortal King giant, he knew that he was not the opponent of situ Xuan at all.

The reason why the extreme Taoist is powerful is that he has gained cultivation in exchange for countless years of Shouyuan.

"Situ Xuan, come here for a fight." In the western religion, a huge demon roared.

His whole body is flowing with gold colored magma, Tauren body, holding a huge sword, the flame is beating, the immortal giant's peak cultivation is frightening everywhere.

With a flash of cold light in situ Xuan's eyes, he held a halberd and killed the western religion directly.

"I'm going to meet for a while. How terrible are the three kings who have been in the western religion for countless years." Situ Xuan said softly.

He so straight into the territory of the western religion.

This is a different land, full of the essence of heaven and earth everywhere. There are also twelve strong forces of faith that feed back from the depth of endless nothingness and pour into every corner.

Ordinary friars can't see anything, but situ Xuan really does.

The essence of heaven and earth in the void is golden. In such a situation, practice can get twice the result with half the effort. It's no wonder that the western religion can give birth to many gifted creatures.

This kind of cultivation environment is comparable to the peak of the golden age.

As soon as situ Xuangang's feet fell into the western religion, he felt that one powerful force after another was dormant. Among them, the most powerful is the three kings.

Wick, candle, disaster.

At this moment, the recovery is the king of disaster!

The king of calamity has no divinity, but his power has reached a peak. He turned his body into a mountain, lying between heaven and earth, quietly looking at situ Xuan.

Situ Xuan just came near, and he shot immediately. The gold sword in hand is lifted up directly, and one sword falls down!

There was a loud click, and he was still at the end of the world. That cut directly tore the endless void, turned into a huge crack, spread and killed situ Xuan!

Situ Xuan's face was indistinguishable, but his breath was slightly heavy.

He just spilled a faint breath, and the whole western religion felt the pressure of Taishan. Except for the giant fairy king, all the creatures crawled on the ground, shivering.

The big crack then directly submerged situ Xuan's body.

Bang bang.

Situ Xuan's long silver hair was flying, which had been dragged to his waist, and then spread wildly, reaching the heel in the blink of an eye!

In the big crack, situ Xuan raised his hand and cut it in front of him.

Later, he waved his hands repeatedly, and each palm was isolated from the void. Form an absolute space in front of your body, protect your body. Then he took a sudden step under his feet.

The big cracks disappeared. Situ Xuan's body reappeared on the earth.

He stood upright as a javelin. But everyone can see clearly, there is a bright blood in front of situ Xuan's body!

"He's hurt!"

"Situ Xuan was wounded by the king of disaster!"

"They are not of the same level at all."

There is a lot of discussion in China and Turkey.

"But that's all." The king's voice is like thunder.

Situ Xuan raised his palm, wiped off a wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth, and chuckled: "but so."

What do you mean, everyone is in a daze?

Situ Xuan didn't explain. He turned slowly: "I'm not your opponent, but I'm still young. My real body will come to take your life."

After that, his body became old again, his hair retracted, the halberd in his palm gradually turned into a crutch, and his waist became bent. In a breath, he is as old as countless years.

"Kill him!"

"Keep this man!"

"It's unforgivable to kill our western religion Protoss!"

The Western gods roared and roared wildly.

The king of disaster has moved and stepped forward.

He's so big, he can cross thousands of miles in a small step. Endless mountains at his feet like a mud ball in general, a round of Ocean only the size of his feet, directly annihilated by his step!

"I let you go?" The evil fight king stepped forward, and the golden sword in his hand pointed to situ Xuan's back.

Situ Xuan's body was too weak compared with the point of the sword. The tip of the sword points directly to his back. Once he is hit, situ Xuan will be badly hurt even if he is not dead!

Many of the friars in the Middle Kingdom were so rash.

The three kings of the western religion have lived for at least three years! Some even once lived in an era with the LORD God and failed to compete for the divine status!

Situ Xuantou did not return: "I am not your opponent."

"But I have to go. In the whole world, basically no one can keep me, nor can the LORD God."

Situ Xuan's voice was very light, full of a sense of arrogance. But no one is absolutely proud of him, and even thinks that he has the strength