Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1187 King Qingyang, you have an opinion, hold back!

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In the Golden Sun Valley, pieces of gravel slowly floated up as if pulled by some invisible force.

On the edge of the tiankeng, Su Qinian's eyes were also slightly cold. There are always some people who think that they can vent their majesty at will if they have reached a high enough level of life through evolution, and they regard themselves as a giant dragon swimming above the nine heavens. They are all ants as fine as dust on the earth.

"It really doesn't stop."

The old man in gray robe sighed, stroked his gray beard, and protected the girl behind him. His eyes were far away at this moment, as if recalling all the past. As for worries, they did not exist at all. Thrilling and terrifying, but for an existence who has mastered the star picker, it is too ridiculous.

Even up to this moment, the gray-robed old man still felt a little unreal, it was the Star Picker, and no one could understand more deeply than those who have reached this stage of the formation, what it means to master the Star Picker To put it plainly, it is a kind of profound foundation, and to put it in a deeper level, it is the qualification to take that step...

The sky was dark, the gravel was floating in the air, and even the lightning and thunder followed, as if the gods in the heavens were beating the drums of war, intending to cast calamity and destroy the world.

Pfft!Pfft!
Finally, in the Golden Sun Valley, someone could not help kneeling on the ground, like a saint, he couldn't protect everyone at this time, because his own mind was also trembling, the higher the cultivation base, the more he could understand the invisible power that filled the world at this moment Majesty, like a god standing between heaven and earth, overlooking the earth, the sense of oppression is real, heavier than mountains.

Rumble!
One after another, the quaint big stars rotate, like a galaxy, rolling in from afar, surging under the dark sky, in the bright starlight, a majestic and hazy figure emerges, the sky and the earth suddenly become translucent, as if A round of blue sky and white sun, which lasted forever, that kind of brilliance and aura is everywhere, as if born from the void in all directions.

"Qing... King Qingyang..."

The tone of the Yangyuan sage was a bit dry, better than the supreme sage who peeked into the position of a sage, and his tone was also difficult to coherent at this moment, because the person who came was not an ordinary person, nor a quasi-king, but a real supreme king.

The clan leader of King Qingyang, the current King of Qingyang!

Only such an existence who has been so powerful in the Western Wilderness for more than ten thousand years can have such a vast atmosphere. The rolling galaxy, the simple big stars, such an existence as the Yangyuan Saint, can already feel it. Seeing the power of Zhiyang sword hidden in it, enough to destroy the sky and the earth, looking at the entire Western Wilderness, the only one who is close to his Jinyang King's family, has two ways, and stands in the supreme realm, is the Qingyang Sword King !
close!

The galaxy rolled, crushed the dark sky, crushed the dark clouds, and finally stopped in front of Jinyang Mountain.

scoff!

The black cloud was torn apart, as if two rounds of Shenyang had appeared above the cloud layer. Looking carefully, it was clearly a pair of eyes, and the hazy figure finally revealed some outlines.

I'm afraid it can be more than four thousand feet high, more majestic than many ancient mountains and great mountains. This kind of combat body, even many saints of the Jinyang King's Department, feel suffocated. Subconsciously comparing themselves with it, it is too small. The gap Can't tell the truth.

The starlight lingers, accompanied by thick chaotic air, like a waterfall from the sky, hanging down from his shoulders, this is the supreme powerhouse, just standing there, it seems to be the only one in this world, the only one in this void The master, the spirit is everywhere, and the majesty fills every inch of the air.

"Yang Yuan...greetings to Qingyang Sword King!"

In Jinyang Valley, barely calming down the turbulent and trembling mood, the Yangyuan sage gritted his teeth and said, whether it was done by the Suotian lineage or not, this is Jinyang Valley, and Jinyang Mountain is his Jinyang King tribe land.

Surrounded by starlight and chaos, the towering figure of the contemporary king of the Qingyang King Department towering into the sky, a pair of eyes more terrifying than Shenri fell, and the entire Golden Sun Valley was as bright as daylight, even a little glaring, especially Mai The area where the middle-aged man is located is even more blazing white. However, whether it is the middle-aged man in linen, the old man in gray robe, or Su Qinian, standing in this dazzling light, they can clearly see the outlines, like their own , more splendid than this brilliance.

"It's you who destroyed Qing Ji's physical battle soul!"

A loud and icy voice resounded above the nine heavens, more deafening than thunder, as if the whole world was questioning, coming from all directions, everywhere.

Needless to say, everyone understands that this is said to the middle-aged man in Mai. As for the senior brother who locks the sky, no one can explain why. This is the means of the supreme power. This level of life, All kinds of methods have been close to supernatural powers, and it is no exaggeration to say that they are supernatural powers.

The face of the Yangyuan saint was ashen, and the faces of all the saints of the Jinyang King's Department were also ugly. This is a kind of ignorance. Even if the other party is the head of the clan and the supreme existence, they are also saints. It is recognized that it is enough to be ranked among the strongest in the heavens, and no one can easily underestimate it.

"Why, do you have an opinion..."

At this time, Mai's middle-aged voice sounded, and his tone calmed down again, even a little indifferent, saying: "Hold on!"

His voice was not very loud, but it was heard clearly in everyone's ears. Even if the Golden Sun Valley was completely shrouded under the majesty of a king, it still couldn't stop the voice from spreading.

Everything is quiet!

In other words, the expression on almost everyone's face seemed to froze for a moment, because they couldn't believe that there would be such a response. Truly supreme being.

The gray-robed old man smiled wryly and shook his head. After so many years, this Luo Sheng has not only improved, but also his temper. There are not many normal people in this lineage. In his view, they are all a group of monsters.

However, after thinking about the one in the ancestral land of this lineage, the old man remained silent again, and even showed a solemn and solemn expression. That senior is definitely a legend, and it can even be said to be a myth. With the addition of some special inheritance, it is certain that that one is definitely an odd number. Although it is not clear what state it is at the moment, no matter what form it is, from the end of ancient times to the third in the vast starry sky right now. The era is also enough to shake the past and shine the present.

After a brief silence, there was a terrifying aura that shook the entire Jinyang Mountain.

For example, Qingyang Sword King, the patriarch of the royal family, a generation of supreme powerhouses, never thought that his questioning would receive such a response. Although Qingji fell, under his protection, the star of fate still remained. There is a trace of a true spirit, and it is far from being able to be reborn, but after all, tell him some things intermittently.

But so what if the mastery breaks taboos?So what if he is a further quasi-king?Even if it is overestimated, what can a supreme being be?

But at present, it seems that he is more inclined to be a master of formation, or even a quasi-grandmaster. Because he has the ability to destroy taboos, he can stand shoulder to shoulder with a quasi-king and have the power to crush a saint.

This is Jinyang Mountain, adjacent to his Qingyang King's Department. As a strong man who has been in the supreme realm for nearly ten thousand years, looking at the entire Western Wilderness, there are not many people who are really worthy of his fear. how?In the shocking change three years ago, Zhu Qiang speculated that it was nearing the end of its battle, and it was impossible to get out of the ancestral land.

Lock the sky!
These four words are a shame that lasts for several epochs to his Qingyang King's Department. Otherwise, this Jinyang Mountain should be renamed Qingyang Mountain, and his Qingyang King's Department will not only occupy a few percent of the output. , never more than half.

"Sword come!"

There was a cold and muffled killing sound resounding between the heaven and the earth, around the starlight and the chaotic figure, one after another the quaint big stars were turning, suddenly deviated from their orbits, and fell towards the Golden Sun Valley, and there was even a faint sword The sound of chanting was not high at first, but in an instant, it was like thunder rolling, and it was like a river of heaven rushing, as if what fell was not an ancient star, but a shocking sword.

scoff!

As the big star fell, the void was split, revealing a pale world of annihilation, reaching the depths of the white hole.

This kind of paleness is more terrifying than blackness. It is the world behind the broken black hole, which annihilates everything and destroys everything. It is rumored that it is the origin of breaking taboos.

The gray-robed old man focused his attention and looked at the middle-aged man in the linen clothes. Su Qinian was as calm as water. At this moment, there were some striking similarities in the temperament of the two brothers.

hum!
The middle-aged man in Mai didn't say any more, he shot straight away, even looking a little casual, raised one hand, and seemingly casually grabbed it upwards, starlight emerged between his fingers, and the ancient and vicissitudes of life flowed, isn't it? It was very strong, but as the hand stretched out, the fallen ancient star turned upside down and went up against the sky, striking towards the Qingyang Sword King.

"Star Picker..."

The old man in gray robe murmured, showing obsession, even intoxication, and soon regained consciousness, with a rare and lonely expression.

"you……"

The sudden change was obviously beyond the expectations of the Qingyang Sword King. The astral body transformed by his own sword power and will was out of his control. Those so-called array masters, and even a respectable array master, have a completely different aura.

boom!
Many stars exploded before they approached, and the sword light illuminated the nine heavens and ten lands, thousands of miles and eight desolations, the starlight was shredded, and the chaos was torn apart. Staggering backwards.

"Broken!"

Then, the middle-aged man in Mai put his fingers together, and with his palms facing outwards, a ball of dark purple light magnified in his palms, turning slowly, only about a foot high, but the aura of shattering was more than ten times stronger than when he attacked Saint Qingji before. .

The dark purple light cluster is magnificent, with a mysterious beauty of charm, but behind the magnificence, only the utter destruction will be ushered in. (Genuine subscription is the biggest support for Shibu!)
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