Chapter 1140
“When did he bury so many divine thunders, I really don’t know, I saw a cold sweat, horror, too terrifying!”
“Yes, yes, it is worthy of such an ancient great god, even the Holy Lord does not know what to do, that Lihua Peak Lord from the Tai Xuan Dao Sect is also helpless, Xu Lao also did not perceive it, oh my God, where did these people come from, too
strong!” “It is very strong, but there is a stronger middle hand among the strong, and it is estimated that it will come out stronger…!”
“…”
The disciples below gradually sounded a chattering voice.
They can be regarded as an eye-opener today, it turns out that there are so many more terrifying powerhouses in the Canglan Realm, originally thought that their own holy land was powerful enough, full of holy realms, but they didn’t expect that they weren’t even a fart in front of these old monsters.
Also, what did they just say, Long Han Daishi, Qixiong Daishi, what did that mean?
Here, seeing that Sima Nan had more and more divine thunder in his hand, the middle-aged man’s face gradually slowed down.
About a moment later, Sima Nan threw up his hand and said, “Since Daoist wants to devour the treasures of this holy place alone, then the poor road will not stay here for long, today it is you who wins and retreats.”
After that, Sima Nan turned his head and left.
It’s just that at this moment, the middle-aged man behind him suddenly sneered: “Don’t think that the Buddha-figure can’t see what your calculations are, you think that the divine thunder buried in other places, the Buddha-figure can’t perceive it?”
“How do you see that?” In
fact, he seemed to have taken back all the Xue Tianshen Thunder just now, but he still hid a large part of it, ready to fish in troubled waters.
But unexpectedly, it was still seen through by this person.
“My
God, these ancient great gods are really more ruthless than one, if it weren’t for that middle-aged man’s monstrous perception, I’m afraid we would have been fooled through!”
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Yes…” There was
another burst of disciples’ discussion below.
“How can this figure see it, don’t bother Sima Daoyou, if you know the face, within one breath, take away all the Xue Tianshen Thunder, otherwise you won’t be able to leave alive today.” The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.
“Okay, okay, I recognize the planting when I meet you, and the poor road will do as you say!” Sima Nan was discouraged for a while, admitting that he was unlucky, and then raised his palm, and suddenly somewhere hidden below, a little brilliance flew out, like the stars in the night sky, one after another, shining silver, shining, full of extraordinary breath.
Countless people looked at it in surprise, only to see that these Xuetian Divine Thunder were densely numbered, and brighter than those just now, and they were bigger, and at a glance, they knew how many times stronger the power was than just now, if this suddenly exploded, where could it be reasonable?
Those divine thunders quickly flew back to Sima Nan’s palm, and then shrunk rapidly, becoming the size of hair, and then were collected into his sleeve.
“Daoyou, what is going on now?” Sima Nan looked at the middle-aged man on the opposite side.
The middle-aged man nodded and barely showed a smile: “You can roll.” ”
The poor road retreated. Sima Nan knew that he was not this person’s opponent, and he didn’t know what to say in his mouth, and the void suddenly cracked, and he raised his foot and stepped into the crack and disappeared.
But the next moment, the corner of the middle-aged man’s mouth suddenly raised upward, and he snorted coldly in his mouth, a sharp light, like a blood-devouring wolf’s tooth, suddenly appeared in his hand, he swung it vigorously, and suddenly the dagger was thrown out, stabbing towards the void where Sima Nan disappeared in front.
“Thorn Lala…” The extremely sharp dagger even cut the air flow to the cracked air explosion, and there was a terrifying sound of gold and iron impacting, like cutting iron, terrifying and abnormal.
“Daoist, you…” When the dagger pierced into Sima Nan’s disappearing void, Sima Nan’s terrified voice suddenly came from there.
“Daoist, didn’t you say let me go, what does this mean?” The
middle-aged man smiled coldly and said coldly: “Let you go?
Obviously, when the dagger pierced over, it was not aimed at Sima Nan, but at the Xue Tianshen Thunder in his hand.