Mysterious Taixu God Emperor

It would be great if at this time, a human saint could descend from the sky to turn the world around.

But now, everyone's illusions have been shattered, and there is only endless despair left in their hearts.

Divine Physique King Physique and even Ye Fan clenched their fists tightly, with monstrous anger in their hearts.

An ancient king looked around Yaochi with a contemptuous smile on his lips, how ridiculous this so-called grand event of all races is.

"Hmph, the grand event of all races, it's very loud, there is no one who matches our identity and strength, how to hold it? Yangyang clan, is there anyone who can be on an equal footing with us?"

Daoyin is mighty and asks everyone, is there a strong human race on an equal footing with them?

Several ancient kings sneered again and again, and their faces were full of sarcasm.

And at this time.

The sound of footsteps suddenly sounded, like a twilight drum and a morning bell, ringing the silent Yaochi.

The sound of footsteps was light, but the mysterious Taoist method carried in it was extremely heavy. Every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's heart, like thunder and roaring, and a giant mountain fell.

The setting sun set in the west, and the glow of the rays burned half of the sky red, shedding blood all over the sky, shrouding the earth in a dream-like haze.

The setting sun is like blood, and the footsteps are like thunder.

The complexion of the seven ancient kings changed, and every time the footsteps sounded, their complexions became paler.

It was as if some terrifying existence was about to step into the Jade Pond.

Outside the Jade Lake, the divine bell rang, reflecting the sky with some rays of sunshine, and the bell sounded with some piety, as if the heaven and the earth were kneeling.

At the end of the world, a figure is getting closer and closer.

"It is very true that this ten thousand race event is indeed boring."

"If it wasn't for the disciple's invitation, I really have no interest in coming."

"Now here, ask the ancient tribes of ten thousand branches, is there any existence that can be on an equal footing with me? If not, the ten thousand tribes should be silent."

Chapter [-] Sit back and wait for the ancient kings of the world to worship!

The sound is mighty and wild.

A figure stepped into the Jade Pool step by step.

Strong terror, unfathomable.

This is the first definition that everyone gave to the figure who walked in at this moment.

The black hair is flying wildly, and the face is handsome. The young man looks like a young man in his early twenties, but the stars are spinning in his eyes, as if a universe is born, and all things rise and fall in it, and reincarnation is endless.

The black robe hunting, giving people a domineering feeling, that figure is like the foundation of the world, surrounded by stars.

This is a figure of me alone, and everyone can't help but float a touch of heart that wants to kneel and worship.

"Master of the Holy Body! God King Taixu!"

The powerhouses of the human race are boiling, and their faces are full of hope again. These ancient races who have just recovered do not know, but they know it for real. This is too virtual god king, but he has survived the quasi-emperor calamity. , a heaven-defying existence who dares to confront the terror in the forbidden land of life.

Human race, saved!

Ye Fan clenched his fists tightly. Although he knew in advance that the Master would appear, he was still enthusiastic. He did not expect that the Master would choose to appear at this juncture.

The human race was on the verge of despair, and the appearance of Lin Wudao gave the race hope of life, like a rebirth of nirvana and regained its vitality.

At the same time, it is also a blow to the head of the complacent ancient people.

There was a commotion in the crowd.

"Nannan, why are you crying?" Li Heihuo suddenly said in surprise, not knowing what happened, and on his shoulders, a cute little girl smiled, with tears in the corners of her eyes.

There were tears in the smile, and it was a little weird, which made Li Heihuo a little flustered.

"Nannan doesn't know either. Seeing that brother, Nannan looks familiar and very happy, but it's also very uncomfortable. I want to laugh, but I can't control my tears."

The little girl said so, but her big tearful eyes stared at the figure in the field without blinking.

"Who are you!"

The eyelids of the seven ancient kings twitched wildly, but listening to what they had just said was used by this person to ridicule them, their faces were extremely ugly.

"The weak human race in your mouth." Lin Wudao's voice was flat, and Gujing had no waves.

A hand flicked slightly, as if to dispel dust.

And the ancient king who just asked aloud was actually beaten, his body cracked, blood burst out, his body flew out, fell in the middle of the Yaochi, and exploded the blood flowers all over the sky.

However, the ancient king did not die.

Lin Wudao deliberately kept him alive and let him survive.

"You!" The eyes of the remaining six ancient kings were full of horror, what kind of existence is this, just a blow out of thin air, and an ancient king is dying?

What kind of strength is this man?

They couldn't see through the sudden appearance of the figure at all, they only felt a burst of fear, facing this person directly, as if they were fighting against a vast universe.

"The strong people in the ten thousand clans are like clouds. Your Excellency, don't be too quick, and make the mistake of the human race. There is still room for relaxation between the human race and the ten thousand clans."

Countless human races looked at each other angrily. Just now, why didn't he say this?