Martial Breaks Nine Desolate

The three main groups, Jujiao moved to the Singularity World.

With the help of the four powerhouses including King Wan and King Wind, they set up camp and re-established the realm of the group in the great forbidden sky of Lihao.

After hundreds of years have passed, they have truly integrated in.

Today's singularity world is still in its primitive period.

Since Xiao Ye's departure, crops of chaotic treasures have been born here, all of which can be nurtured in the environment where the chaos first opened.

Although the world of Singularity is peaceful, it is also relative.

In weekdays, it is inevitable to fight for territory and resources.

This is a natural rule between heaven and earth, because in this environment can one grow up.

But as long as the three masters are moved to take the treasure, there will be no obstruction, and even someone will take it and offer it actively.

All forces in the world of Singularity are fulfilling their promises.

Give the three masters the highest courtesy!

As for the three main creatures, they came from the Chaos of Consummation, and there is no lack of orthodoxy, no lack of chaos secret techniques, and they control a complete system of cultivation.

Combining the resources of the singularity world, given time, it will inevitably fly into the sky until it touches the shackles of the realm here.

and.

There are no killings, no enemies, and an absolute paradise.

It's just that the three main creatures, behind the strong smile, there is sorrow that can't be concealed, and the heart image is missing and empty.

As long as they think of that, the man who has always paid for them will never appear again, and they will feel like a knife.

"He will come back."

"We are waiting for him here!"

Wearing a plain robe, Bing Ya, with an elegant temperament, seemed unaffected, and, as before, became the backbone of the Three Lords.

In addition to arranging daily affairs, he is also practicing hard, combining the treasures of the singularity world, and developing orthodoxy.

This is the singularity world.

It was not in common with Chaos, even if Xia Feng waited for the time to pass the truth, there was no way back.

For Xiao Ye, they can only wait.

"If I don't see the bones with my own eyes, I don't believe he has fallen!"

The Four True Spirits and the others are all like this. They strengthened their spirit and began to experience in the world of singularity.

Today's singularity world has reached the **** level calendar, the seventieth century.

even though.

The practice rules here have not been further promoted.

But under the shroud of time, the Singularity World has already begun to take shape, one by one, the powers of the innate gods and spirits in the chaos.

Even, the innate gods have been born on their own.

Because of the number of creatures, it has grown exponentially.

Even the alternate Peripheral impacts are looming.

The god-level creatures of the singularity world are performing their own wonderfulness.

The starry sky universe and the rolling mortal world are equally wonderful.

Just like in the starry sky universe, the number of spirit-level creatures is already innumerable like the stars, and even the number of holy-rank creatures is already in units of billions.

Where there are creatures, there is no way to avoid fighting.

‘Heaven Curse’ star field.

Whoosh!

A man in a Tsing Yi is walking at extreme speed, crossing the mountains and rivers in the universe.

He looks so handsome and strange, with long black hair scattered, and the surging holy power in his thin figure condenses a green lotus to accompany him.

just.

He was obviously injured, and also used a forbidden technique, blood was constantly spraying from his mouth, and his face became paler.

"Sage Qinglian, you can be regarded as one of the best geniuses in the Sky Curse Star Region for tens of thousands of years."

"What you did not do well, you just want to provoke our'Supreme Temple'!"

Behind the man in Tsing Yi, three old figures appeared, and the presumptuous laughter, like the sound of a loud bell, made the nearby creatures change their colors.

The Supreme Temple.

That is the superpower that overwhelms the endless star field. There are more than ten holy masters, and it is a real behemoth. Wherever he goes, who can be the leader?

"What about the Supreme Palace?"

"There is no immortal thing in this world."

"As a superpower, your Supreme Palace does not shoulder its due responsibilities, and you still kill all living beings. Sooner or later, you will be overthrown by others!"

The sage Qinglian slowed down, looking at the three old figures who were catching up, and said coldly.

"Your so-called cruelty to sentient beings is nothing more than the law of the weak and the strong. If you don't want us to do it yourself, then you can judge yourself!"

Those three old figures had already surrounded Saint Qinglian, making a cold voice.

No matter how talented the opponent is against the sky, it is only a new saint.

And they are already valuable as the holy kings, the result of this competition is already doomed.

however.

The sage Qinglian just stood there, and there was a trace of mockery at the corner of his mouth.

"court death!"

The three old figures were all furious. They shot at almost the same time and were about to kill each other.

"You are optimistic, where is this!"

Sage Qinglian suddenly shouted, causing the three saint kings to be taken aback for a moment, his gaze swept around, and his gaze suddenly stared.

I saw a star not far away.

There is a temple standing on it.

Although the surface of the temple is mottled and filled with the traces of the years, the incense still flourishes.

"This is the temple of the creator!"

"Within a million li of the temple, no fights and fights are allowed. You should be very clear about what will happen to the violators!"

Sage Qinglian sneered.

He was not too far away from that temple, exactly one million miles.

"Damn thing, he escaped here deliberately!"

"We were careless!"

The three saint kings were stiff, and they all stopped, shouting in anger.

Since they were born, they have known that there is a creator in this world, and they are worshipped by sentient beings in all realms.

The Temple of the Creator is all over the mortal and starry universe, and even...the upper realm of Chaos!

If anyone dares to pollute the temple with blood.

Not to mention the starry sky and universe, people will naturally come to the Chaos Upper Realm to carry out cruel killings!

Even if they come from the Supreme Hall, they won't work and will be pushed horizontally.

"Hey!"

The sage Qinglian glanced mockingly at the three saint kings, and then flew to the star.

Inside the temple, it was spotless.

The flickering candlelight illuminates the temple.

The idol of a black-clothed man is standing in it, with deep eyes looking out of the temple, there is an indescribable charm.

"Master Creation God, the younger Qinglian is desperate and can only take refuge in your temple. Please forgive me!"

The sage Qinglian tidied his clothes and got rid of blood stains, and then walked into the temple, took incense, bowed and bowed.

"I don't know what kind of character the Creation God is, who can attract sentient beings, and even the adults of the Chaos Upper Realm, so support..."

After the prostrate, Saint Qinglian sat down in the corner, looking at the idol, in a daze.

He was tossed around the star regions, already exhausted physically and mentally, and now in this temple, feeling extremely safe, he fell asleep in the past.

In a dream.

He saw the idol and lived!

(The third one!)