Chapter 399
Outside.
Three figures walked out in the darkness, stepping in the void, the terrible coercion gradually increased, the void collapsed, the earth shattered, and the extreme coercion mercilessly crushed this heaven and earth.
The three carry their hands on their backs.
Dorsal phase.
Everyone stood like an ancient true god, and terrible coercion spread out, oppressing thousands of miles.
“Boom!” The
ground instantly collapsed downward, cracking open canyons and abysses.
“Shhh
!” “Ghost
Saint!” “Oh my God
!” “And the Blood Saint
is here!” “Even the Qingcang Sword Saint is here!” One
by one, the eyes were terrified, and the three figures were walking in the void, each of them was an ancient saint, a quasi-saint cultivator, and the breath swept out of his body was a landslide tsunami, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea could easily send people’s souls back to hell.
Three ancient saints appeared at the same time, and a heart-rending scream instantly sounded in the silent night, you must know that even if it is not three, even if it is only one saint coming, it can be broken and turned into ruins.
Now.
Three came at once.
”
Shhh!”
In the pavilion, Zhou Jing snorted fiercely, his hands and feet did not listen to the command, trembling and trembling under this coercion, and his face was as pale as earth.
The Nether Saint Lord also gasped and looked at it with a short breath, and when he saw the three ancient saints who erupted in the void, his face was shocked, and his heart jumped out of his throat.
“These three saints
!” “They all have extremely strong physiques
!” “On the Judgment Day of the Ancient Era, they fought the Terminator with a strong physique, and after defeat, they slashed themselves to seal the Origin and escaped the Great Reckoning, which was terrifying!” The Nether Saint Lord shivered, and also prayed: “I hope they can’t
exert their original strength, otherwise…” There were also others who looked up to the sky and prayed, hoping that the three marauders would not be able to exert their original strength.
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Those three saints don’t talk about their strength, just being able to dodge three times under the Terminator is enough to prove their strength, but the loss of strength by slashing themselves is also terrifying, they should not be able to break out a complete Saint Realm cultivation at present, but even if they can’t break out their original strength, the three together are enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.
Saint soldiers are good.
Huang
Jiulong was afraid in his heart, the Nether Saint Lord was no longer able to do it, counting on Xiao Transparent, could it?
Only Yu Yanyu on the fifth floor did not panic at all.
Dare to come and kidnap the holy soldiers?
It’s purely looking for death!
As for Su Changge.
He took a sip of tea lightly, then waved his sleeves lightly, and said, “Things have finally become interesting.” ”
Under the Blood Moon.
Ghost Saint.
Bloody saints.
Qingcang Sword Saint.
The eyes are also swept away, the eyes penetrate everything to see the scene of the attic below, the corners of the mouth are raised upwards and the eyes are also contemptuous and indifferent, as if looking at a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, with a sneer on his lips, Qi brushed and said: “A little chicken cub also dares to escort the holy soldier?
The ghost saint’s haze pupils swept over, his gaze pierced straight through the attic, and he had already seen the holy soldier in Su Chang’s singer, although the holy soldier is good, but only the strong can escort, such a weak chicken is also worthy of the escort’s name to speak loudly, and is still drinking tea with an indifferent look, I really don’t know how to write dead words!”
The Blood Hao Saint cursed angrily, and a bloody war halberd appeared in his hand ready to kill, this is a fighting halberd, famous for being stained with the blood of the saint, I don’t know how much holy blood I took the opportunity to absorb on the day of the ancient liquidation.
Qingcang Sword Saint holds a blood-drinking sword, which can absorb the blood of the world to nourish his body, nourish the war with battle, and fight a hundred battles, and now he is closing his eyes to heal his wounds, and only a wisp of breath overflows on his body to make the firmament shattered, the earth collapsed, and the terrifying holy realm power pushed the earth.
In the attic.
Everyone is afraid and terrified, their eyes are solemn and it is difficult to hide the shock in their hearts, the three saints are here to plunder and slaughter, even if His Highness is terrifying, but in the face of the three saints there is no chance of victory, for now I only hope that they can not exert their original strength, dragged until reinforcements arrive.
Someone was about to send a burning signal for help.
Suddenly.
I saw a figure in white clothes coming out of the air, stepping on nothingness, fluttering in front of everyone’s eyes.
He turned his back to everyone.
It’s like turning your back to the sky.
Holding a mottled big sword, a surging momentum burst out, and his clothes flew in the wind, like a dazzling ancient supreme stepping through the chains of time and space, at this moment, ascending to heaven and earth.