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"Cangtian is dead! Huang Tian stands!"

The power of the sky and the power of the sky are like sweeping swarms from all directions, mixed with countless anger and unwillingness, and countless arrogance and hegemony.

That golden iris was still flashing.

The vast and terrible power is still spreading.

The turbulence here also rolled like crazy waves.

In the turbulence, the ancient Qingfeng offered sacrifice, and originally wanted to investigate one or two. After thinking about it carefully, he gave up after all.

It's not that you don't want to, but you dare not.

Yes.

I dare not.

This movement, this scene, the posture was too great, especially the spread of the power, not only shocked his mind, but also made him feel uncomfortable and have a feeling of suffocation.

You should know that even in the face of Tianwei, Gu Qingfeng has not been so frightened.

His intuition told him that there must be something terrible that was born, and it was absolutely a terrible existence beyond imagination.

He can feel it.

"Cangtian is dead, Huang Tian is standing!"

The sky's momentum continued to explode, and the people were shocked and shaken.

The ancient breeze is so.

Awesome monks are no exception.

This is true of the black water maiden, the old beggar, Bai Chou, the Shuiyue Bodhisattva, and the peacock emperor and the floating emperor who had a relationship with the ancient Qingfeng. No one is exception, even the gods of the ancestors in the ancient times Recognizing the avatar seemed appalled.

"Cang Tian is dead, Huang Tian is standing ..."

Daxing Monk's face is very bad. It is difficult to see exactly. He stared at his eyes, his face turned pale, staring at the golden yellow Changhong whispering, "What kind of existence is there, how can it have such a terrible power, Is it really that one Huang Tian ancestor failed? "

"Do not!"

The Daxing epic shook his head and said, "Aren't all those Huang Tian ancestors dead?"

"Who is it? Who is it?"

Suddenly, Daxing Leng Monk seemed to think of something, and his white face tightened sharply, and said, "Willn't it be him?"

"No! Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The Daxing epic shook his head again.

"Guzi! I think we should leave here quickly. This mother is not the one to be provoked at first glance. The ghost knows which terrible existence was born."

The Daxing episcopal played a retreat, and his voice had just fallen. Somehow, the turbulent current that was like a stormy sea gradually rotated under the powerful power of the golden yellow Changhong, and a huge turbulent vortex was formed.

As soon as the situation was unsatisfactory, the Daxing epic monk Sayazi ran, and Gu Qingfeng did not leave, leaving the turbulent vortex to involve himself in it.

He was not a curious person, but this time, he really wanted to know which big man was born.

"Guzi! Your mother is impatient!"

It was found that Gu Qingfeng didn't mean to leave. The Daxing monk was anxious, and his heart was extremely entangled. His reason told himself that it was dangerous here and he must leave as soon as possible, but at the same time he was afraid to see what great person he was. Born, and more curious than Gu Qingfeng.

After thinking about it, Daxing epilepsy bit his teeth and stomped his feet, no longer escaping, clasping Gu Qingfeng's shoulders, and following Gu Qingfeng's deeper and deeper in the turbulent vortex.

"Isn't your old bald donkey **** mother gone? What are you dragging me to do!"

Gu Qingfeng yelled.

Daxing Leng Monk did not respond, but firmly clasped Gu Qingfeng's shoulder.

He dragged Gu Qingfeng because he had something to say to Gu Qingfeng. Of course, this is only the second thing. The important thing is that Daxing Acolyte already realized that when he deceived Gu Qingfeng into the ancient black hole in the desert, his destiny was already doomed to ancient times. The breeze was tied together.

Gu Qingfeng was born, he was dead, Gu Qingfeng was dead, he was still dead, and in the absence of any living path, the Daxing Ape Monk could only drag Gu Qingfeng, the biggest variable between heaven and earth, to find a way to live.

When he wanted to come to this ancient and modern place, if anyone can give himself a way of life, then this person must be ancient Qingfeng.

There will never be a second.

Gu Qingfeng's mind is now full of the mighty golden yellow light, and he doesn't bother to care about the monks.

With the deeper and deeper in the turbulent vortex, the ancient breeze is getting closer and closer to that golden yellow rainbow.

Even so.

He still dared not sacrifice insight.

The closer to the golden rainbow, the more clearly he could feel the terrible power contained in it.

This mighty power is beyond his imagination, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a rare life.

He is also grateful that he did not blindly sacrifice his insights, otherwise he touched this golden yellow iris, and the consequences would be unimaginable if he was backwashed by the power within him.

Unable to sacrifice insight, only to observe with a pair of naked eyes.

Fortunately, he had already developed a pair of golden eyes.

Through the golden yellow light, the ancient Qingfeng faintly saw a person.

Maybe it's alone.

He couldn't see it clearly ~ www.readwn.com ~ The man stood like a lone peak in the middle of the turbulent vortex, wearing thousands of golden lights, his hands as if they were behind him, his head slightly raised, like staring at the sky Average.

"Cangtian doesn't die, Huangtian doesn't stop there!"

"Cangtian never dies, Huang Tian is endless!"

I saw the man leaping, and the golden ray of light suddenly exploded. The immense power contained in it burst the spot of the turbulent vortex that was formed, and was caught in the vortex of the ancient breeze and the great epilepsy. The monk also flew out.

Too powerful!

so horrible!

Too scary!

That feeling is like being wiped out by the ashes flying between the fingers, and more like being crushed instantly by powerful forces, sacrificing an immortal monk who sacrifice the golden body, and the ancient Qingfeng who is as powerful as the flesh are shocked by this might The pain was so terrible, the bones seemed to fall apart, and the whole person was so shocked that Zhen could not stop flying in turbulence.

I do n’t know how long it has been, I really do n’t know, no matter whether it is Gu Qingfeng or Daxing Leng Monk, the minds of the two are filled with the eight words that the sky is dead, Huang Tiandangli, and they are constantly blasting like curses The ringing echoed, could not drive away, and could not spread.

When they returned to God and stopped their figures, they looked again. The golden yellow light had long disappeared, and the turbulent vortex had already collapsed. Only the turbulent turbulence roared and roared in the ancient black hole.

Regardless of his pain, Gu Qingfeng flew over and wanted to find it. However, he didn't find it after searching for a long time. It seems that the person really disappeared, disappearing without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Close your eyes.

Huang Tiandangli's eight words are still reverberating in his head. Gu Qingfeng shook his head and murmured, "What kind of existence is this damn, isn't it terrible?"