Tripod Reverses the Heaven

At this moment, qingtianpeng's eyes turned red and his endless anger began to spread. He directly took out the black plume and stabbed it at the big hand.

It's shameless and arrogant. A real God not only killed the ancient customs by despicable means, but also wants to kill their ancient friends by bullying the small.

Who can bear it!

The black plume glowed, and suddenly went retrograde and pierced the overwhelming hand.

The old master of the Jiang family only heard a scream, and his whole arm was blown to pieces. The blow was completely disintegrated by the black plume.

Hiss!

The person who saw this scene immediately took a breath and his back was cold.

It's really incredible that the magnificent true God was stabbed by a black plume.

What the hell is that black plume? Why is there such power?

Such thoughts are surging up in the hearts of countless people, and it is difficult to calm down.

You know, that's true God. It's the highest level of existence in Kyushu. They control the lifeline of Kyushu and the lives of all living creatures.

When they were angry, the mountains and rivers turned upside down, the universe turned pale, and thousands of people were slaughtered.

But now, it's unimaginable that a young man just took out an insignificant feather and let a powerful true God be hurt.

"Ah... Child, how dare you hurt me?"

One palm was blown to pieces. The ancestor of the Jiang family was completely angry and felt unable to hang his face. He waved his big hand again to completely end the lives of several young children in front of him.

But at this time, his big hand was blocked by the other two big hands.

It was the dean of the heavenly king's holy courtyard and the true God of Wuhua mountain.

I saw the dean of the heavenly king's holy courtyard yell angrily: "enough, a real God, even repeatedly shot at the younger generation. Are you ashamed?"

"Hum!"

The ancestor of the Jiang family uttered a cold hum. As soon as he shook his sleeves, he really stopped fighting.

On that day, the president of Wang Shengyuan spoke again: "it's ok if you killed Gu Feng in this way, but I still have to advise you not to make any more decisions about these little children. Our Kyushu mainland is far from as simple as you think. Although we are the real gods above, we are not the real masters. "

After that, the president of the heavenly king's holy courtyard motioned to the ancestors of the Jiang family to look at the black plume. Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was already self-evident.

The black feather Xiaoqing took out was obviously not a magic weapon, it was just a simple feather. But even so, it can hurt the true God.

That only shows that it is very different from Lingyu's master. Maybe his cultivation is far above their true gods.

The ancestor of the Jiang family was also an old and refined figure. After a little reflection, he understood the key, and his back felt cold.

Indeed, in the whole Kyushu continent, it is really not as simple as it seems on the surface. These true gods are not necessarily the real masters.

Just because those powerful beings don't appear easily doesn't mean they don't exist in this world.

The adult Kunpeng in Luoshen lake is the best example. He was one of the ten generals of Dayu emperor in the past. Can it be said that his cultivation will be low?

It's just that such a powerful existence disdains the world.

But what if his children die outside? Maybe he'll overturn the whole continent.

True gods can turn mountains and rivers upside down when they are angry, not to mention giants like them who have survived from ancient times.

Xiaoqing put away her black plumes, looked bad and stared at the ancestor of the Jiang family. Finally, she took LAN binger and others away.

He was very angry and wanted to kill the shameless dog directly, but now he can't do it.

Therefore, the evil spirit in my heart can only be tolerated temporarily. Although he endured the evil spirit, the great hatred was deeply imprinted in his heart.

"Ancient style!" LAN bing'er was lost and whispered. Up to now, she can't accept this fact.

Those demons are really terrible. They have seen their power with their own eyes. All contacts turn into mud. You can't escape such bad luck if you have great skills.

Therefore, she knew that the ancient wind was really dead this time, and there would be no accident.

LAN binger doesn't know how to leave. Her mind is full of ancient customs.

After they left, Tianmo canyon was not calm, and endless anger and criticism directed at the Jiang family.

Just now, Jiang Yu killed more than 2000 people in order to escape.

You know, which of those killed by him is not an elite disciple trained by the forces of the big family?

The disciples who spent countless costs and resources died in front of their own eyes. How can those people stop?

However, although they were angry, they did not dare to take substantive action, because the Jiang family had the ancestor of the true God. Once they really start, they only have to suffer. Many people dare to be angry but dare not speak. When their gifted disciples die, they can only bury this hatred deep in their hearts.

The ancestor of the Jiang family ignored everyone's anger and took Jiang Yu away.

If there were not four true gods here, according to his violent temper, he would kill again.

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After the ancient wind was thrown into the door, it was swallowed up by the endless evil Qi in an instant. In a short moment, his body began to rot, and he had no strength to prevent the tragedy.

After the flesh was decayed, his head began to be swallowed and decayed.

If nothing happens, he will die completely.

But after those evil spirits swallowed up his holy palace, the original Qi of the demon star that had been living in it began to shine, and firmly guarded his original God.

Then, the red light flourished and shrouded an area. He was reborn in that red light and began to reorganize his flesh.

The essence of endless life began to moisten his body, winding his whole body up and down, and sending out a little bit of glow.

This is the rapid operation of his life law, which madly moistens his flesh at this moment.

After the body was reorganized, the ancient style was like nirvana. Instead of being weak, he felt stronger than before.

This is the beauty of the law of life. Countless people want to understand this profound meaning, but few can do it.

"Hum, you don't have the ability to kill me!"

The ancient wind was wrapped by a red awn, with a sneer in his mouth and a cold in his eyes.

"Damn it, I'm trapped here now. How can I get out?"