Chapter 599: Transformation into Saint! .

Chapter 599: Transformation into Saint! .

The faces of many Transformed Saints below the stage were different. This was a true Transformed Saint level. The two Dao protectors above were Dao protectors of the Immortal King. Although they were infinitely close to Transformed Saints, they were not real Transformed Saints after all. The sect strictly stipulated that the peak of the Immortal King could only be Dao protectors of the Immortal King level, and the peak of the Transformed Saint could only be Dao protectors of the Transformed Saint level. The same would apply in the future. The fact that the two Immortal King Dao protectors sought help from the real Transformed Saint was enough to show the seriousness of the situation.

But there were already Transformed Saints ready to move forward and experience the style of the Saint Realm.

Saint Realm.

To achieve the Saint Realm.

It was the dream of countless people.

It was the dream of countless practitioners.

Throughout their lives.

From beginning to end.

Even if their beards were gray.

They all dreamed of achieving the Saint Realm.

And.

If they fought with the Saint Realm masters, they would feel their blood boiling just thinking about it!

"Hua La!"

Someone moved.

A tall and straight figure suddenly stood up straight, his eyes were blazing, and the Taoist weapon in his hand was ready, ready to burst out a brilliant attack at any time.

Wang Teng.

The eldest son of the Wang family, the ancient royal family of Tiansheng City.

The chief senior brother of the Holy Transformation.

The most likely person to be promoted to the Holy Realm.

He is also the goal and lifelong pursuit of many Holy Transformations.

Born with divine power, he has been able to lift tripods since he was a child. When he grew up, he used his cultivation to move mountains. When he reached the Blood Moving Realm, he could move mountains and fill the sea alone. He was so powerful.

"It's Senior Brother Wang!"

"He's going to make a move!"

"Everyone, look!"

All eyes were on him.

Under the attention of thousands of people, Wang Teng waved his hand, and the Taoist weapon in his hand suddenly burst into mottled divine light, and the talismans on it lit up, shining like stars, releasing, steaming, and brewing terrible power.

But he had not left his seat yet.

Suddenly, he felt a ray of light sweeping over him, and in an instant, the scene in front of him was shattered and destroyed. The saint on the stage cast a pupil, and the entire martial arts altar was instantly shaking and shattered, the entire sect was ruined and destroyed, and the whole world was declining and trembling.

The sky suddenly dimmed, as if night had fallen.

It was as if a giant hand had fallen from the sky, wanting to wipe out everything.

Wang Teng was horrified for a moment.

His hair stood on end.

He stood upright in the same place, his eyes were already dull, my God, what was this in front of him, was it an illusion, or was it real?

That glance directly took him to the end of the ancient times, to the day of reckoning billions of years away, with corpses all over the ground and screams of slaughtered pigs, countless great men fled in panic, but they were all beheaded by a sword, and the blood dyed the sky red.

Countless quasi-saints joined forces and sacrificed all their Taoist soldiers, but they were ruthlessly overturned like ants under that person's sword.

There were also true saints who cut themselves with a knife to protect themselves...

But they still escaped the fateful sword.

Scenes played out like paintings. Any character who appeared started out as an immortal king, and although the saints were strong, they had no resistance and were overturned like ants. As for the saints, they were all running around in panic to protect themselves. This was a great reckoning, an unprecedented great reckoning.

Wang Teng's pupils widened.

There was an unparalleled shock in his eyes.

Oh my God, the person who carried out the reckoning... that was... that was...

The picture froze and then dissipated.

The figure in golden armor on the Martial God Altar gradually emerged in front of him, with a head full of golden hair flowing with the wind, like real gold flowing, as if it were fireworks, rendering eternal brilliance, eyes like stars, looking at him as if overlooking an ant.

Wang Teng was overwhelmed.

He was covered in cold sweat.

He was sweating profusely.

Oh my God, in the picture just now, the Immortal King was like an ant, the Saint could be destroyed with a snap of a finger, and the Saint also died, almost all beings were equal, this... this... this... is... it's her! She had ended everything on the ancient day of reckoning, slaughtered the Saints with her own hands, and slaughtered countless great figures. She was extremely powerful. On that terrifying day of reckoning, she left behind terrible legends for future generations.

But how could such a terrifying person stand next to Tomo?

Crazy, this world is crazy!

"Run!"

Without hesitation, Wang Teng ran away, retreating thousands of miles in an instant, leaving the Taixuan Dao Sect, leaving a trail of black smoke along the way, like a ray shooting from the Taixuan Dao Sect to thousands of miles away, but even after retreating so far, he was still terrified, retreating again and again, until he retreated thousands of miles, he took a breath, looked at it with heavy eyes, breathing rapidly, and was terrified.

Fortunately.

Fortunately.

In the Taixuan Dao Sect.

Countless people were stunned, why did the strongest Wang Teng on the stage flee directly after a glance? Was he still confident and ready to sacrifice the Dao soldiers just now? Why did he run away like a mouse seeing a cat in the blink of an eye, did he smell some taboo?

Others also looked at him in disbelief, feeling that things were extremely abnormal. Wang Teng's mind was so strange just now that he seemed to be dying for a moment, and he couldn't even breathe. He didn't know what happened, but what was certain was that the glance from the stage seemed to do something to him. He was scared to death in an instant, and retreated thousands of miles.

"Boom!"

Su Lianyue's palm swept past, ruthlessly and easily killing the four immortal kings, leaving four groups of sad and beautiful blood mist in the void, as beautiful as fireworks, but also fleeting, and was ruthlessly destroyed as a breath of holy land swept over.

At that moment.

Two protectors.

Ye Qing and King Jiang.

All of them were in despair. They couldn't figure out why Wang Teng ran away like that when they were urgently asking for help. He didn't even care about Huasheng's face, and even his fellow disciples' feelings. Did he see something terrible at that glance?

"Buzz!"

The four people were teleported to the stage. They all gasped, their limbs were numb, and their heads were spinning. Oh my god, fortunately, he was really dead. If not, hiss!

There was a dead silence under the stage.

No one spoke.

Everyone was shocked by that palm. Oh my god, who did Xiao Mingming call over? The dignified Huasheng senior brother turned around and ran away. This was too normal. Didn't he still shout that he wanted to fight with the saint last month?

"Disciple, when will you take action?"

Ye Qingyao whispered softly.

It can be seen that although this saint is strong, she is also like you. You seem to be much stronger than her.

Lin Wudi and the eight peaks were stunned for a moment, but they quickly reacted. The saint's eyes changed dramatically. At that moment, she seemed to show Wang Teng something terrifying, so that he fled in public.

Huang Jiulong, Hu Han and others were sweating all over, and their livers were scared to death. Oh my God, how could the people called by Tomoyu be so strong?

The scene of slapping four immortal kings to death.

It scared them.

They were all on guard.

And the one look scared the saint away thousands of miles.

It also shocked their brains and caused an uproar.

The scene was quiet for a moment.

Su Lianyue glanced at the audience and said, "Who is the next one to challenge the young master?"

No one came on stage.

No sound was heard in the field.

Everyone was shocked, shocked from the bottom of their hearts. Since the appearance of this saint, he has brought sudden explosions to everyone. If he has killed eight people in a row, who dares to challenge him?

Then he glanced at the transparent one.

He shuddered and dared not look directly at him.

With such a strong man protecting him, who dares to provoke him?

"Bang!"

Suddenly, the sky exploded, and a wisp of quasi-saint's breath overflowed. In an instant, the mountains collapsed and the tsunami swept across the four seas and eight wildernesses. The mountains in a radius of billions of miles creaked and were about to collapse at any time, and the void above was directly annihilated, revealing the dark void turbulence behind.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a quasi-saint rising into the air and landing on the Martial God Altar. His bright golden eyes were filled with terrifying fluctuations, as if a sleeping Taotie had revived. He stared at the saint opposite and smiled coldly: "What's the point of letting you take action? Let Xiao Mingming take action!"

PS:

The martial arts competition was written very excitingly, and the Terminator chapter was even more exciting. The calamity of all races, the collapse of the sky and the collapse of the earth, and the bloody battle in the restricted area, the chaos of the ten thousand supreme beings, the excitement of the excitement.

In addition, the character will expose his identity and cultivation. It was said before that the martial arts competition would be exposed, so it must be exposed. The story is advancing step by step with the rhythm, with rhythm and order, and moving forward in an orderly manner, otherwise it will be chaotic.

The martial arts tournament is only one chapter of this book. There will be better things to come later, and the finale will be even better. However, we are still a long way from the finale.