The Master of the Great Xia Dynasty

On the Tianyu peak, the supreme power begins to fight. When the two most powerful people fight for heaven, they try their best to fight. The magic and the aura of heaven and earth crisscross, shaking the world.

No more words, more words are just sophistry, no explanation, explanation is just prevarication, and the shocking aftereffect of heaven shaking change is the great terror of the top of the world.

Yin Yang fairy art creates heaven and earth, the black moon appears, blocking the void, and the terrible tearing force presses on women without mercy.

The sky Whisperer's eyes look at the black moon, shining like a starry sky. His slim hands are raised, and streams of light converge. The sky and the earth are vast, and the endless aura rolls to annihilate the black moon.

Two kinds of terrible forces collided, and the aftershocks swung away one after another. Over the whole sky language peak, the rumbling sound of vibration resounded all over the world, and the terrible breath could be felt thousands of miles apart.

In the battle of doomsday, the sky was darkened, and the sky was stirred into nothingness by the aftershocks. The fluctuation became more and more astonishing. Within thousands of miles, all living beings were crawling, afraid to breathe aloud, for fear of frightening the immortal in the sky.

The opponent can be well-known in the heart by fighting several moves. The Mohist master and the Tianyu master are extremely brilliant all over the body, and their skills and bodies are constantly improved.

"The heavenly language of the world is worthy of its name"

the Yin Yang fairy art was completely dissolved for the first time, and the ink master's face was coagulated and he walked slowly.

Tianyu's eyes look into the distance. There is a flash of color in her beautiful eyes. She should hurry up, otherwise, the two children will be in real danger.

"It's too late to give up." the ink master saw the former's mind and calmed down.

"The light of the sky"

without saying much, the sky Whisperer raised his hand, the surrounding wind and cloud were rolling, the sea of clouds were separated, the light of the sky was present, in an instant, the whole world was burning, the image of burning the sky and boiling the sea was shaking the world.

The figure of the ink master moves, stepping between the skylights, avoiding the flames of the sky.

"Wake up Yuanming, seven rainbow burial day"

the sky is full of light, and there is no way to avoid it. The master of ink is determined to walk, and the colorful glow surges around his body, which turns into one rainbow after another to protect his body and block the wake-up sky.

The sky is endless and colorful. The battle of the strongest in the world is exciting in the setting sun.

The master of Mohism is unfathomable, and the eye opening heavenly talker is even more extraordinary. Heaven and earth are powerful, and there is no enemy in the world.

The sound of the battle, shaking on the sky peak, startled thousands of heavy snow, so beautiful, for this world shaking war add a point of desolation.

"Immortal art, joys and sorrows"

Master Mo raised his hand, and the immortal Dharma passed the world. He suddenly revealed the power of destroying heaven and earth, and the black moon and white sun appeared. In an instant, yin and Yang mingled and disappeared at the same time.

When the supreme immortal skill comes, the eyes of the heavenly Whisperer flash with colorful colors, twist the fingers, recite the mantra, and add the power of the scorching sun to the body, so as to strengthen the unshakable guard and block the power of the immortal skill.

Visible to the naked eye, bipolar annihilation at the same time, the aftershock of terror swings away sharply, and one piece of heaven and earth collapses, and vanishes in this terrible power.

The huge black chamber appeared in the sky, which madly engulfed the surrounding wind, snow and brilliance. The shocking scene continued to spread, and the power of the strong was beyond the bearing of heaven and earth.

Every drop of blood is dripping, and the snow is red. The corner of the ink master's mouth is covered with blood, and his breath is unsteady. His old eyes look at the sky Whisperer in front of him, sighing in his heart. It seems that only the incarnation can't stop this terrible existence.

He who speaks in heaven deserves to be the closest man to the gods.

Time is becoming more and more urgent. Apart from nothingness, those who speak in heaven are unwilling to delay any longer. They turn their hands, and their breath rises sharply. They talk with heaven, thunder and punishment reappear.

"Doomsday punishment, heaven's judgment"

in an instant, the sky and the earth split, and looking back, within a thousand miles, the thunder world came, and the thunder came, engulfing everything.

It's a terrible sight that can't be uttered. In the end of the day, all things don't exist. The people who speak in heaven and earth are killed, just like the anger of heaven and earth, destroying the thunder of anger, purifying all the filth of the world, leaving no vitality.

In the thunder, Mo Zhu's solidified body becomes illusory again, and the breath of yin and Yang gradually dissipates, which is hard to support.

In the voice of the words, "I admire today's World War I, and I look forward to seeing you again in the future at the moment of life and death"

in the voice of the words, the main body of Mohism disperses and gradually disappears between heaven and earth.

Looking at the disappearing figure in the thunder, the heavenly Whisperer waved away the punishment of heaven, and a touch of fatigue flashed through his beautiful eyes. A moment later, his eyes closed slowly, and his divine sense swept the black clothes under the apricot tree, which was still experiencing the magic test. Without any further delay, he stepped on the lotus step and rushed to the West quickly.

In the sky above Lijia village, the clouds are rolling, and the leader of the three peaks of mohmen appears. In order to kill the leader of the ninth peak who defected, mohmen has sent out the strongest team, leaving no way to survive.

The order of master Mo can't be violated. The three of them have no choice. The figure of the master of the seventh peak slowly falls from the sky. Looking at the figure on the little girl's back not far away, a touch of helplessness flashed in their eyes.

When the strong man comes, he feels the sound of Ning Chen's blessing everywhere. His delicate body trembles and looks at the figure behind him. His beautiful little face shows the color of panic.

"Yin'er, give me the ninth younger martial brother." the seventh peak said in a soft voice.

"No way"

yin'er steps back, looks at the person in front of him, and pleads, "elder martial brother seven, Ning Chen can't wake up, so let him go."At this moment, on the horizon, Qi Huan and the Lord of the sixth peak also fell down. Looking at the retreating little girl, they all sighed.

"Five elder martial brother, please, let us go this time"

seeing Qi Huan appear, yin'er looks over and pleads.

Not far away, seeing the three immortals from the sky, the people of Lijia village were shocked, and they were too nervous to move.

The woman and the little boy, who were closest to each other, were equally shocked. Although they had been prepared, they still felt so unreal.

"I'm sorry, I can promise you anything else, but it can't do"

hearing the little girl's request, Qi Huan sighed, shook his head, and immediately stepped forward, full of strong breath, strong and depressed.

The sound son sees, two words don't say, turn round to run.

"You can't escape"

with a whisper, Qi Huan's figure flashed by, stood in front of him, raised his hand and grabbed the young man in red on the little girl's back.

"Bang"

at this moment, the aura of heaven and earth automatically protects the master and blocks the hand of the former.

"Well?"

Qi Huan was slightly surprised. Doubts flashed through his eyes. Zhenyuan in his hand added a point to urge him to open the little girl in front of him.

"What's the matter?" the Lord of the sixth peak came forward, puzzled.

"There is something strange about this child," Qi Huan replied.

"Then don't be merciful and take it by force, in case the night is long and the dreams are many." the Lord of the sixth peak said.

"I'll trap her, you go to rob her, don't hurt her, just take the younger martial brother"

Qi Huan said, his right hand raised, and a terrible force spread out, blocking the surrounding world.

The Lord of the seventh peak steps forward, grabs the little girl and puts the man on her back.

Yin'er's face shows an urgent color, breaks away the shackles, turns around and sweeps toward the sky.

"Strange"

seeing this, Qi Huan frowned. What's the matter with the little girl? She was able to break away from him again and again.

"Laoliu" thought of this, Qi Huan looked to the side of the sixth peak of the Lord, opened his mouth.

"Well"

the Lord of the sixth peak nodded, and his whole body was full of blue light. All of a sudden, on the horizon, the space condensed, just like a mire, and it was hard to walk.

With the change of space, the little girl's body was once again bound and struggling.

"Mother"

in the village, the little boy pulled the woman beside him and said anxiously.

"Immortal fight, we can't help it"

the woman's face was full of worry and helplessness. She answered softly. Everyone could see that these people are here to catch the music and the young man. Moreover, the strength of these people is far beyond the ability of a little girl to compete.

Above the void, yin'er's body is bound, and her face is frightened. However, the magic power does not appear again, and it is hard to do half a step.

Looking at the sky, Qi Huan knew that yin'er might have a magical power, but she could not master it herself.

"Magic, Fu Shen"

the Lord of the seventh peak waves his hand, and the purple light shines on the void, turning it into a net, blocking the void heavily.

Under strong pressure, heaven and earth are distorted sharply, and the void is blocked heavily, and it is hard to escape.

With the crisis, the little girl's eyes were filled with tears. In the village, a villager came out and looked at the helpless little girl in the sky. She couldn't bear it and prayed subconsciously.

People are not saints. It's hard to distinguish between good and evil. There are evil thoughts and good thoughts. Even if there is great kindness, there will be a moment of desire. Even if there is great evil, there will be a moment of compassion. Today, looking at the little girl who has been forced into a desperate situation, people will be compassionate all their lives and pray to heaven.

One person, two people, ten people, 100 people, 170 families, more than 1000 villagers look up to the sky and pray, a thread of chanting flies to the sky, continuously, converges into a clear visible force, through the constraints of space, into two people's bodies.

Qi Huan had a feeling. Looking at the power gathering around him, his eyes were frozen. What was the will of all living beings?

"Don't delay any longer, make a quick decision"

the feeling of uneasiness rises, and the figure of the Lord of the seventh peak passes by, catching the little girl in front.

At this moment, the void suddenly sank, without any sign, and the whole earth vibrated, and the snow fell and floated into the air.

At the next moment, a force beyond words rises. Within a hundred Li, everything changes. Vegetation is the sword, ice and snow is the sword, and Nianli is the sword. Everything in the world is the sword, circling and rushing to the sky.

"What's this?"

Seeing the changes around them, the three of them were all in a daze. They immediately reacted and looked at the person on the little girl's back.

The red clothes, whose eyes have not yet been opened, and whose breath is already strong, make people difficult to look sideways. Ten thousand swords are crawling and singing softly, and are displayed in the void one after another, as if they are welcoming the return of the sword from the top.

The little girl looks at Ling Li's figure in red. Her grievances are hard to suppress. Her hands are constantly wiping the tears on her face. It's pitiful.I have been praying for hundreds of people, thousands of people and thousands of people. I have been sleepless for a hundred days. I have been praying for people and worshiping people until he wakes up.

There is a woman in the sky, who knocks 3000 times in front of us, and turns to life and death on the way to the yellow spring.