Villain: Whitewashing of Life, Empresses Revolt

But this hesitation, this resignation, is undoubtedly too late for the Bei Xuan cultivator at this moment.

The real dragon phantom and the impact of the French Open.

The vast wave of divine might suddenly exploded.

Like a volcanic eruption, it was extremely turbulent, and the dazzling rainbow was raging, and everything within tens of thousands of miles was washed away like duckweed.

No one could see what happened in the battlefield. All the creatures outside the battlefield were washed away by the battle ripples, and the dazzling rays of light made the entire Bei Xuan bright.

It also caused the entire Bei Xuan to be shocked.

The world-destroying explosion sounded immortal in Bei Xuan, and all the cultivators covered their ears and sealed their consciousness.

This kind of power, even if you just stick out your divine sense and take a look at it, your divine sense will be torn apart.

"..."

The impact of the two, even without a stalemate for a moment, will determine the outcome.

The Law Divine Net was torn open, the real dragon phantom roared for nine days, majestic sound waves, and mighty divine might. In the impacted battlefield, all the monks except the man spit out a mouthful of blood!

This is an absolute crushing victory.

Rolling without a trace of resistance.

The divine net was like paper paste, and it was washed into powder in an instant.

Just like many monks and that man.

Under that punch, everyone, like ants, has no place to resist.

"What kind of monster is this!!

There was a hoarse roar in the battlefield.

Unwilling, shocked, fearful, helpless...

Many emotions shrouded the hearts of every cultivator.

They were remorseful.

But now, it's too late to do anything.

Many great emperors and half-step immortal scattered cultivators gathered together, and under the pressure of this man, they couldn't even escape.

"town!!

In the midst of fear, the monks heard a vast exclamation.

There is a mysterious and terrifying mysterious light of divine power, coming from the sky, like a big sun, the divine light of dark yellow is overwhelming.

Shenwei is like a row of mountains and seas, the impact of the monk's robes and robes is hunting, and his cheeks are hideous.

It seems that even the body will be torn apart by divine might.

a moment.

Qun Xiu finally saw the origin of that mysterious yellow light.

It was an ancient bell, an extremely broken ancient bell! It didn't have the majesty that a magic soldier should have at all.

It seems to have gone through countless eons, and nothing around it is intact.

But with such a bell, the divine might was as terrifying as the sky collapsed, bringing intense depression and deep despair to the hearts of all cultivators.

Endless Divine Runes, shrouded in terrifying Divine Blood, the mighty divinity avoids breaking the long river of time and space, and is about to slay all the powerful enemies of the heavens.

That ancient bell buried the heavens!

"clang!"

With a bell ringing, the dust settled.

The vast sound calmed everything, the world no longer shook, and the bright light disappeared.

Above the Heavenly Palace.

The remaining Loose Cultivators Supreme, Zhundi and other cultivators all looked towards this realm.

But I saw that there was only one figure in the heaven and earth of Nantianmen.

He stood proudly on the towering Nantian Gate, black hair dancing wildly, white clothes hunting, as if he could penetrate everything, his eyes were full of icy coldness.

The emperor's power scattered around is extremely depressing and frightening.

And the great emperor who once faced off against that man, a half-step immortal powerhouse, at this moment, all turned into nothingness and disappeared between heaven and earth.

this moment.

In everyone's eyes, violent emotional fluctuations rose, and the thick shock was difficult to calm for a long time.

"Failed..."

"How can he lose, he has only one person, he has only one person!"

Many monks let out unbelievable and unbelievable exclamations.

Staring at the Nantianmen, the man who stood on the top of the world and was overwhelming, everyone felt endless despair in their hearts.

"withdraw!

"Run!"

"Escape!"

The next moment, Qun Xiu fled wildly like a group of bereaved dogs.

No one could even mention the fighting spirit.

Such a scene was too terrifying, the man's divine appearance was carved into the depths of their souls.

It will be a nightmare they will never dare to remember!

Outside the ancient bronze mirror.

Qun Xiu's expression also contained a hint of surprise.

"That's it?

A surprised voice sounded.

Although such a result was expected, no one expected that the process would be so dramatic.

Obviously it is a battle at the level of the emperor.

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There are many people who have fought for hundreds of years.

But now, the score is too fast.

"I knew that the Beixuan cultivator would lose, but I didn't expect that this event that made the Emperor of Heaven move Beixuan, pushed the Heavenly Palace to the peak of coercion of the Three Realms, and even recorded the first battle of Shi Zhi, the Emperor of Heaven, just blasted out One punch. 39

Some monks sighed.

At this moment, many monks were silent.

Everyone did not expect that the process turned out to be like this.

That's the ultimate reputation!

Coercion of the Three Realms, Footsteps on all beings!

Ordinary people, exhausted through the ages, may only be able to touch the threshold.

But when this man took this step, it was only a punch in the true sense.

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outrageous!!

And those juniors who belonged to the loose cultivators in the ancient bronze mirror are full of sadness at this moment.

Suffocated, so embarrassed!

How great is the ancestor of my family in my heart, but what about now?

The drama of the scene, the understatement, is simply shameless to stand in this world.

"Hey.

These cultivators have mixed feelings at this moment, seeing their ancestors die like this, there are too many complexities in their hearts.

In an ancient bronze mirror.

The so-called group cultivator riot was quelled like this.

Just like when the group of cultivators came, they came in a hurry and left in a hurry, not taking away a cloud, but a ripple.

"We must win, we must win!!

The Heavenly Soldier and Heavenly General looked at the man standing proudly on the Nantian Gate and let out a monstrous cry.

Everyone's eyes are extremely hot, and everyone's heart is boiling with blood.

From now on, it is destined that the image of this man in their hearts will be even more stalwart!

Gu Changqing glanced at the monk who fled in a hurry, but he ignored it.

His eyes slowly fell under the funeral bell.

Consciousness blooms.

In Gu Changqing's mind, the image of the funeral bell appeared.

And this picture is also presented on the bronze ancient mirror.

Staring at the scene in the picture.

At that moment, all the monks outside the ancient bronze mirror were stunned for a long time.

Those cultivators who were saddened by the death of their ancestors were full of shock at this moment.