Prehistoric: Create a Purgatory Version of Volume Tribulation, Frighten Hongjun

052. Although Tongtian is not holy, it is better than a saint!

“The final battle?”

Tongtian vs Three Thousand Demon Gods.

This battle undoubtedly pushed Tongtian into a myth, a transcendent myth.

But the battle doesn’t seem to be over yet.

There are also some residual demon gods, who are wanton wielding the law.

Three thousand ghosts of demon gods represent three thousand laws and three thousand Taos.

“kill!”

The war is raging.

The coercion of the gods and demons, the breath of the sky is stirring, shaking the entire chaotic space.

This level of battle is enough to push three thousand worlds horizontally.

Although Tongtian is a bit messy, these demon gods are not much better, and I don’t know how many were killed.

At this moment, Tongtian somewhat understood.

He understood how God the Father felt back then.

The Qingping Sword in his hand was swung out.

A sword light was hundreds of millions of trillions long, gathered into a sea of ​​swords, melted with laws, and swallowed up the vast sky.

The remaining demon gods also rushed over.

The collision of various laws interweaves the light of doomsday, terrifying visions, one after another.

Tongtian’s actions made these demon gods go mad with rage, roaring like thunder.

They are the supreme demon gods, but now they have no choice but to take one?

Tongtian also fought to the point of madness.

The Dao Heart does not die, and the attack does not stop.

who is he?

He is heaven!

Entrusted with the long-cherished wish of all living beings.

Only by his own strength, he will also open a way for future generations.

Everything forced him to become an undefeated god of war, and he wanted to slaughter the devil.

This battle, from the center of the world to the frontier of the universe, from the frontier of the universe to the end of the apocalypse.

Everything is being destroyed, stained with blood, chaotic and silent.

hiss! hiss! hiss!

“Amazing, really awesome.”

“Although Tongtian is not holy, it is better than a saint.”

As an ancestor witch, Di Jiang saw such a battle and couldn’t help himself for a while.

Their twelve witch tribes raised their heads one after another.

My heart is cheering for Tongtian.

There are too few people like Tongtian in this world.

There is only one Tongtian created by an era, which never existed before, nor will it exist in the future.

If Tongtian fails, then in this world, who else can continue Pangu’s glory?

“Hahaha, although I still felt a little arrogant before, but now I feel like a frog in the bottom of a well.”

Zhu Rong is a violent temper, and no one will make him surrender.

But on this day, he was convinced by the Taoist.

Like a madman, like a madman.

But it was such a crazy Taoist who made him see the character of God the Father back then.

Not only these sorcerers, but most of the people present believed that Tongtian could compose myths.

If Tongtian succeeds, it will represent the entire prehistoric world.

No matter what happened before.

Today, they believe in their hearts that the Taoist will once again engrave an immortal legend for the prehistoric world and for all beings.

And this passage is no longer about the great god Pangu, but belongs to the legend of the world.

The blood of the demon gods is intertwined and gathered into a blood-colored galaxy, which runs across every battlefield.

The stumps, broken arms, and fragments of magical instruments are also covered with the starry sky, the real mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, the real hell and the yellow spring.

Unparalleled attack.

The power of the law is endless.

The huge attacks of the demon gods traverse the years, blending coercion, blending laws, and their power is enough to destroy thousands of realms.

Seeing this scene, Tong Tian didn’t have any expression on his face, holding the long sword in his hand, still as firm as the original.

His sword is still shining like light, just like him.

“The years of monasticism have been cold and autumn, and I have never taken a head with a flying sword.”

The blood-stained sword was raised high again.

With this sword, the entire chaos dimmed.

Qingping sword is like a roaming dragon, tainted with the blood of countless gods and demons.

A halo that destroys the sky and the earth extends infinitely to all directions.

Wherever it went, the chaos collapsed inch by inch and subverted inch by inch.

When the Sky Flying Sword came out of its orifice, countless heads of gods and demons fell.

The Three Thousand Demon God’s Tribulation actually ended because of this.

“It’s done, Tongtian really succeeded, and destroyed the three thousand demon gods with his own power.”

“Oh my God, I didn’t expect the poor Tao to see such a picture in his lifetime.”

A monk exclaimed that he didn’t know what to say.

“People have seen too many sinister hearts and conspiracies in their lives, but this is the style of this era.”

“If you see it imperceptibly, your original intention will change, and you will become the person you didn’t want to be in the first place, and you hate it.”

“This kind of disgust is lingering, I just want me to sleep with the sentient beings of this world.”

“But now I don’t think so. There is great beauty in the world. I have waited for thousands of years, and finally I have waited.”

He is expounding his most true thoughts.

And let him be like this, it is completely the influence that Tongtian has brought to him.

Do whatever you want, maybe this is what can be praised in the true sense.

“finished?”

The Three Thousand Demon Gods’ resistance has ended.

In other words, the so-called catastrophe is over.

But at this moment, the chaos changed drastically.

In the endless chaos, thunder that shocked the soul was heard.

“Boom!”

This thunder made countless people’s eyes widened, creating an unimaginable possibility.

“Could the avenue come? It will also bring calamity?!”

Seeing this scene, many people who expressed confidence in Tongtian couldn’t help it.

They want to contribute to the people they admire, no matter how small…

What innate spiritual treasures, spiritual roots, and panacea were taken out one after another.

But they looked at Tongtian’s firm eyes, but the words came to a stop.

That Taoist always believed in the sword in his hand, just as we believed that he would definitely win.

With the appearance of the Great Dao Thunder Tribulation, Qingping’s sword was shaking more and more severely.

Stand out from the dead.

“The one who defends the sky is dead!”

The supreme will comes.

The icy voice of the avenue spread through the universe.

Completely chaotic, a mysterious thunder and lightning appeared, carrying a power of destruction, yearning for the sky to be smashed.

This is a robbery.

It is also the calamity of the Tao.

Success will derive the world, and reappearance is a myth of the world.

If you fail, the world will no longer reach the sky.

While Tongtian stared at the Great Dao Divine Thunder, the surging in his heart reached a peak.

He felt the threat of death and realized the unyielding of sentient beings who want to break free from their destiny.

At this moment, in front of the world, the Taoist smiled up to the sky, and leaped deeply towards the Dao Lei Hai.

“I’m listening to my funeral song. On the road, I insisted, witnessing my way in the moth fighting the fire…My longevity.”*