The World That Tao Rules

Looking at the picture in front of him, the middle-aged man's gaze has a flash of light.

After a long time, the light in his eyes gradually receded, reaching out to rub his own chin, saying to himself: "The former domain door is open, although we old guys will pay attention, but it must at least wait until the last moment. ”

"But, this time the domain door has just been opened. This is only three years in the past. Those subordinate monks have not finished the first heavens. How can these people not sit still?"

"Is it wrong, is it related to my emptiness?"

After a moment of indulging, the middle-aged man suddenly faintly said: "Virtual North!"

As the man's voice fell, there was a shackle in the emptiness of the surroundings, and a gray-haired old man came out of it.

The old man clasped his fists to the middle-aged man's hands, lowered his head, and looked very respectful. He did not dare to look at each other.

The man glanced at the old man and reached out to the ancient domain of the picture in front of the picture: "Virtual North, look, what the **** is going on!"

Not waiting for the old man to answer, he has already said: "In this ancient territory, in addition to the voice of the spirit war, is there anything else that has happened?"

The old man named Virtual North raised his head and looked at the picture.

At first glance, he suddenly understood, gently nodded and said: "Tianzun Mingjian, this time the domain door opened, it is indeed a few odd things happened."

Naturally, this middle-aged man is one of the nine celestial sects of the nine heavens in the world. It is also the original owner of Jiang Yun’s illusory.

Although there is concern about the opening of the domain door, as a god, he is not likely to be like other people, always watching the situation in the ancient domain of the spirit.

Even if it is not because he feels that his own illusory has entered the ancient domain of the spirit, he will not appear in the last moment.

However, the picture he just saw was a little shocking to him, so he invited his own people and asked.

Hearing the return of the virtual north, the face of the vain face reveals the color of interest: "Oh? There is something happening, let’s listen!"

Virtual North once again held a fist: "Yes!"

"After the disappearance of the sound of the spirit war, there have been several things happening in the Linggu domain. Although it is not a major event, it all happens in a heaven."

There is no opening for the vain, and the virtual north continues to say: "In the stepless battlefield, the person who presided over a scorpio was killed. So far, no murderer has been found."

"The advanced battlefield, the person who hosts a big scorpion, is also killed!"

"And just a few hours before, the middle-level battlefield, the host of the Scorpio, was all killed."

"In addition to the people who were killed in the lower-level battlefields, in short, there are quite a few people who died this time!"

Hearing here, the color of interest on the face of the emptiness of the sky is more intense: "Which party is hosting this one?"

Xu North replied: "Gu Shi's men, eight days!"

"Gushi, Bajietian!"

The imaginary mourning of these two names, a sneer on his face, but fleeting, restored the normal way: "Although all the people who have hosted the Scorpio have been killed in the past, but the four major battlefields are the host of the Scorpio All killed, this is the first time!"

Virtual North Road: "Not all are killed, at least the final test of a stepless battlefield has not yet begun, and the eight dragons are still alive."

Nothingness shook his head: "That is just a few small pawns, dead and alive, there is no difference!"

"Interestingly, is this someone deliberately targeting eight heavens, deliberately disgusting with them?"

"Tianzun Mingjian!"

The virtual north once again took the arrogant arrogance: "After the ninth person was killed in the Ministry of Heaven, Ba Shitian finally became angry and immediately sent people to send three questions!"

The face of the vain face once again flashed a sneer: "There was even a question from the heavens, and it seems that the Eight Heavens are really urgent."

"Also, the killing of the tribe is a trivial matter, but losing face is a big deal."

"Especially, the trials of the heavens are coming soon. This kind of thing is happening at this festival. If you don't want to cover up the ugly, I am afraid that the Eight Heavens may fall out of the sky!"

Asking the heavenly order is a token of the heavens, including the patrol angels, the nine great gods, and other top powers distributed to the major heavens.

Its role is that if the major days of the discovery of unfair or eccentric things, the token can be sent directly to the top forces such as the patrolling angels and the nine great gods, seeking a reply.

In short, asking the heavenly order is to give each of the great heavens an opportunity to listen directly to the heavens.

However, for this opportunity, there are very few days that will be used throughout the ages.

Although the major forces have given you the opportunity, if you really ask the heavenly order, it is tantamount to questioning the nine great gods and the angels.

This kind of questioning, on the surface, will not have anything, but anyone who receives a request for a heavenly order, no matter which Tianzun or a patrol angel, will certainly not feel comfortable in his heart.

You make them uncomfortable, and of course they will make you not happy!

The imaginary body leaned back and leaned back: "The three heavens asked the heavens, who gave them each!"

Xu North replied: "One gave it to Gu Shi, one gave it to the patrolling angel, and one gave it to the singer!"

"Yep?"

The imaginary body just backed up and suddenly sat up again, and the face showed a doubtful color: "Give Gu's, Gu's is their backing, and it is understandable to the angels, but why? Will it be sent to the lack of heaven?"

"The Eight Heavens believe that their people are killed, is it the hand of the singer?"

The lack of Tianzun is naturally one of the nine great gods!

Xubei shook his head and said: "The Eight Heavens do not think that the killing of the tribes is the hand of the Tianzun, but because the jade of the host who was presided over this time is made by the lack of Tianzun."

"When the other three tribes of the Eighth Days were killed, they did not crush the jade, and there should be no time to crush them."

"But the people in their heavenly world have already crushed the jade, but they have not succeeded in fleeing the Scorpio, but they are still killed by murder."

"Therefore, Ba Tiantian questioned the lack of Tianzun, is it a mistake when making a communication jade?"

"Ha ha ha!"

Nothing can't help but laugh loudly: "The communication jade is not a panacea. Even if it is made by hand, he can't guarantee 100%."

"What's more, how can the production of jade simplifications be made by hand-made singers, which must be what his disciples and grandchildren do, and what can be related to him."

"This is lacking, it is really pitiful. It is completely a drowning dog that was forced to pull down under the help of Ba Datian. It has suffered innocent disasters!"

Xubei looked at the imaginary and fascinating imaginary, and boldly said: "The disciple guessed that the real purpose of Bajietian should not be to question the lack of Tianzun, but to want to make this happen."

"It is also a way to show their attitudes and positions, and to tell the whole of the heavens." They are not the soft persimmons that everyone can pinch!"

"Hey!" The emptiness of the sky is cold and cold, and the smile on his face suddenly converges: "They are not soft persimmons, they are just three slaves!"

Shaking his head, Nothing is too lazy to mention the things of the Eight Heavens. Reaching his hand again points to the picture in front of him: "Why is there a shortage, I know, what about the other two?"

"Since they have not received the order, why should they send people to the ancient domain of the spirit, is it because they want to see the excitement?"

At this moment, in this picture, around the ancient domain of Ling, which is firmly bound by countless chains, quietly suspended a chessboard, a symbol, and a hammer!