Carry out obscenity to the end

But at this time, accompanied by thunderstorms and lightning flashes, the will of heaven descended on Liaocheng, and descended on this Lang Mansion.

A supreme will swept across the crowd forcefully.

At this moment, all the monks felt so humble and insignificant that they could only face this will with worship and faith.

It was still the extreme oppression of the familiarity, Wu Sanguan felt that his mind seemed to be a little distracted, but fortunately, this will only stayed on him for a finger, and then turned into the forbidden area of ​​the Lang Mansion.

Mo Yi looked at the number of spirit-scented wines in front of him, and just as he breathed a sigh of relief, his heart suddenly felt inexplicable palpitations. [

Then, a familiar feeling came, it almost became the will of heaven of an old acquaintance, domineeringly invaded Mo Yi's soul.

He stabbed his sea of ​​consciousness so hard that Mo Yi almost died of pain.

Then this will, with a sigh of emotion, returned to the sky.

At this moment, Mo Yi's head hurts like being stabbed by thousands of fine needles, the pain is so painful that he wants to smash his head.

Brother, isn’t it just to brew some divine wine?

As for making such a big battle every time?

Being so violent and unfriendly this time, Mo Yi kept complaining in his heart.

He really felt that Tiandao was really idle and had nothing to do, doing all kinds of fussy things, is it fun to be surprised?

While Mo Yi was cursing in pain, our Master Wu actually soared into the sky of Liaocheng.

Just at this time, thunderbolts flashed across the sky, illuminating the gloomy sky in Liaocheng.

At the same time, a super huge thunder exploded in the clouds. Any monks who came to this scene had to avoid it.

But Mr. Wu suddenly lost his nerve and rushed to the most dangerous high altitude.

Really, there was a loud noise in the sky, and the No. [-] fool in Tianzi made his debut.

Master Wu was not wearing a golden battle armor, and naturally there were no colorful auspicious clouds under his feet, but when his aura of an old monster was unreservedly exuded, the whole world was filled with a faint fragrance of wine.

Although his divine power is not as supreme as the will of heaven, it is something that people dare to confront head-on.

At this moment, he is not the god of war, but he has become the god that everyone in Liaocheng looks up to.

What is not neuropathy?

The catastrophe is about to land, and the fool also understands that when he encounters a catastrophe, the higher he flies, the stronger the catastrophe he needs to bear.

No matter how proud a person is, he is always small in front of Heavenly Tribulation. [

So what if you are an old monster?

Are there fewer old monsters who died under the catastrophe?

The contempt of the crowd did not affect Wu Sanguan.

For the first time in his life, this incomprehensible old man had such a cool performance.

The title of the most intriguing man in all ages cannot be neglected.

The history books for thousands of years in the future will record the unrivaled arrogance of Wu Sanguan today.

At this moment, the will of heaven has been retracted, and behind the gathering of dark clouds, although there are still lightning and thunder, but the momentum is not as murderous as before.

Of course, only Uncle Wu, who is at the highest point in Liaocheng, can feel this point.

Therefore, he concentrated his energy, and made a sword finger with the index finger and middle finger of his right hand.

The spiritual energy in the abdominal cavity circulates rapidly, and the energy sinks in the dantian and is ready to go.

At this moment, everyone looked up at this old demon-level powerhouse who usually sees his head but never sees his tail. His right hand made a two. This head made a two. Could it be that his fingers also made a two?

At this time, if you are not ready to take out your weapons to meet the catastrophe, do you really want to live?

For Wu Sanguan's actions, they couldn't understand, couldn't understand, is the thinking of an expert really so weird?

But then, they heard and saw a scene that they will never forget.

This scene, until they died, was still engraved in their minds.

Wu Sanguan raised his right sword finger high, pointing directly at the dark clouds, thunder and lightning above the sky.

His roar was like thunder, and the sound shook the sky: "Scatter."

This sound, just one word, echoed continuously in this world, turning into the only voice in this world.

The sound of howling wind is inaudible, and the sound of rolling thunder is inaudible. The only thing that shakes people's hearts is the word "scattered".

In addition, the sword pointed directly at the sky, full of provocation and arrogance.

Such arrogance, throughout the ages, in terms of courage, he is not the first, but if he can survive, then he is really the only one.

The monks who have always dared to despise and provoke the Heavenly Tribulation have died ugly. [

However, when Wu Sanguan's domineering and insolent voice, the scattered characters that echoed across the world were transmitted into the heavenly robbery cloud, the lightning behind the robbery cloud began to emit blazing light, and the thunder seemed to be irritated, dying. roar.

A tyrannical divine power that seemed to destroy the world and destroy everything descended from the clouds of calamity. Whether it was Wu Sanguan or the millions of monks in Liaocheng, they all seemed to have seen the end of the world and the destruction of all living beings.

The power of this heavenly tribulation is surprisingly that of the world-destroying thunder tribulation, a terrifying thunder tribulation that destroys all obstacles, and even ten thousand people can hardly survive alone.

Wu Sanguan's face turned pale, and his heart was pounding.

According to experience, at this moment, the sky full of robbery clouds should quickly dissipate under his heroic roar.

And this is even more terrifying?

Are you being too cool?

Wu Sanguan wanted to cry a little, hating himself for seeming to play too big.

At this time, the robbery clouds in the sky gathered a vicissitudes of face, and the eyes of this face were facing Wu Sanguan, making Master Wu sweat profusely in an instant.

His face was faintly visible, and people could see his sigh.

The lightning had torn through the Jieyun, and thousands of silver rays of light shone over Liaocheng, like a sky-slashing sword.

And the sparks of Jielei had already appeared ferociously at the edge of Jieyun.

The Thunder Tribulation, enough to destroy the entire city of Liaocheng, is about to take shape.

In Liaocheng, rabbits fly and birds fly, several monks showed the fastest speed in their lives, and headed away from Liaocheng recklessly.

If you don't leave, once the tribulation thunder falls, you will die forever.

And the only one who is calm and composed is Mr. Wu who is cursed and hated by everyone.

It's not that he didn't want to run away, it's just that Tiandao's look made him completely dumbfounded.

He flew high in the sky, wanted to escape, but how could he catch up with the speed of Jie Lei's descent, maybe as soon as he moved, Jie Lei would immediately fall, splitting himself into a roast suckling pig.

However, I had no choice but to carry it to the death.

Since he carried it to his death, he couldn't lose his life and lose face no matter what.

So Master Wu is still so arrogant and arrogant.

The sword finger of his right hand was still raised high to provoke Jieyun.

He still looks so cool, so arrogant.

So, his mind was scared, but his body succeeded.

Therefore, he became the Northern Territory, the Haoran Realm's well-deserved man, the most flamboyant man in history throughout the ages.

When the World Extinguishing Tribulation Thunder was brewing to its climax, our master Wu was not afraid at all, and even took the initiative to soar to a certain height, appearing so confident and fearful.

Then, Jieyun suddenly dispersed.

Tiandao's face had already disappeared unknowingly, and the dark and dull robbery cloud that covered the sky was blown by a gust of wind, turning into several clouds and scattered.

Between the sky and the earth, the blue sky is as clear as washing, and it is clear for thousands of miles.

In history, there has never been a catastrophe that disperses, let alone a thunderbolt that destroys everything.

However, people rubbed their eyes once, and then rubbed their eyes again.

The sky was clear, the air was fresh, the sun was shining brightly, and it was a scene of prosperity.

The black robbery cloud, the thunder, and the lightning are real and real, all of them are gone.

Yes, only in the high sky, it looks so powerful, and the handsome and proud body of Uncle Wu looks so majestic.

Quite a number of monks looked at Uncle Wu, as if they had seen God's slander, the previous slander and hatred were all gone, some worshiped, all worshiped.

No matter how powerful a person is, how powerful he is, he can brazenly challenge the world-destroying Jielei, and let Jielei break up without a fight.

If this is not a myth, what is a myth.

When Wu San looked at Uncle Wu and flew back to the Lang Mansion from the air in a chic way, he instantly felt an abnormal change.

No matter who looked at him, there was undisguised admiration in his eyes, and that kind of enthusiasm made people tremble with fear.

Cultivators respect strength the most, respect the strong, and the strongest are often myths and worshiped.

But now, a living myth appeared in front of everyone.

How can it not provoke a few madness and fiery.

And when Wu Sanguan came to the forbidden area of ​​the Lang Mansion, he was surprised to find that Xiao Xinyan and Dao Tu were rolling to greet him without dignity.

These are two peerless powerhouses, when would they do such a shameless thing?

However, this impossible scene just so truly appeared in front of Wu Sanguan.

"This junior has eyes that don't recognize the true God, so I hope Senior Wu won't be offended. From now on, we two are willing to swear to the death to follow Senior Wu and the Mo family. If we violate our oath, we will be struck by thunder from the sky, and our spirits and souls will be wiped out forever." Not resurrected."

Xiao Xinyan and Dao Tu swore an oath with one voice.

These days, there really are no fools.

It is impossible for the king of the dark world, Fumu, to achieve this level. This is a myth and a legend.

With the blessing of such a character, who else in this world can make him afraid?

The so-called fox pretends to be the tiger's prestige, and the so-called acting as the tiger's minion is actually quite cool.

Backing is very important when people are in the rivers and lakes. Otherwise, when everyone is fighting for the background, you will only have a lonely back, and the whole thing will be hard work.

For the two people who are well aware of the cruelty of the dark world, being able to truly take refuge in such an enemy myth is a blessing that cannot be cultivated in eight lifetimes. Those who do not seize the opportunity at this time are the real fools.

At this time, Mo Yi just finished all the wine making work, and walked out slowly from the quiet room in the forbidden area.