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"I just don't want this world! Otherwise, this world would have been mine long ago!"

The white-haired man looked at the dark and yellow figure rushing in, and said calmly.

"Don't want this world?? Since that's the case, why do you still do these things?"

Xuanhuang's figure rushed towards him quickly, and his aura surged in vain. In the process of increasing, his strength also kept rising, as if temporarily boosting his own strength.

"I just have something to do! It has to be like this. There are many things in this world. It's not that manpower can't be changed, but to change it, you need enough manpower! I'm here to get manpower! "

When the white-haired man finished speaking, his figure disappeared almost instantly.

When the black and yellow figure saw him, his face turned pale with shock. Before, he had confidently thought that this person had just activated his spiritual roots, and he had to deal with him completely. After all, he had also activated his spiritual roots, and there was only one person in the other party. And on his side, the entire imperial city is his backing, so what are you afraid of?

However, that person's appearance at such a rapid speed is enough to prove that his strength is far superior to his own.

Xuanhuang's figure stopped suddenly, turned his hands around, and slapped seven, seven, and forty-nine palms towards the void, and then opened his mouth wide, and a deep yellow gas spewed out from his wrinkled mouth. The magnetic effect was average, and they all stuck to the 49 palm prints blasted out before. After a while, 49 golden palms formed in the air, and these palms blasted fiercely in all directions. [

However, before the 49 palms could fly out completely, a larger pitch-black palm suddenly stretched out from the void. The palm was three meters in size, covered with scales, and its claws were slender, like a devil's. Claw-like.

This huge palm seemed to cover everything, the 49 golden palms couldn't fly out of the palm of the pitch-black claws, and then the palms snapped together, but there was a sound of 'clicking' coming out, Your Majesty The people over there felt their scalps go numb and terrified.

Afterwards, the palm disappeared, but a pool of rotten flesh appeared out of nowhere, and the white-haired man reappeared on the dragon chair.

This time, people felt that their breathing was about to congeal.

"National Division"

The Holy One seemed to have lost his soul, staring blankly at the existence that had turned into rotten flesh

"The national teacher just died like this??"

"The national teacher has opened the existence of the spiritual root, but he can't do a trick in the hands of that person?? This"

"What kind of cultivation is he? When did such a terrifying existence appear in China?"

Some people were so shocked that they spoke incoherently, and the last fighting spirit in their hearts was trampled down by the white-haired man, and disappeared without a trace.

But when the white-haired man stretched out his hand, turned his palm slightly, and held it again, he saw a uniquely shaped blade appearing in his hand. With the white-haired man's wave, the national teacher who was about to flee The soul was immediately sucked into it by the force of absorption that rushed out from the inside of the blade.

Even the soul is not spared. If such a person is kind, there will be no wicked people in the world.

What kind of knife is this? ?

The high-ranking saints were more than wide-eyed, and the ministers of the court knelt on the ground tremblingly, not daring to move a little bit. They are very smart, and they know that as long as they keep their own place, small characters like them can at least survive. to life.

"What the hell do you want??" [

The Holy Majesty's face was extremely ugly, he looked at Yi Han and asked, gritted his teeth.

"This world!"

"Don't even think about it!"

The white-haired man's answer seemed to anger the Holy One, he roared loudly, and then shouted: "Go up!! All go up, kill him, whoever kills him, I will make a sworn oath with him, and make him the Divine State Prince of !!!!”

"Can this little sweetness make these people risk their lives to do it?"

The white-haired man shook his head slightly, his eyes were filled with sternness, and then he opened his mouth slowly.

"Whoever kills this person, pledges allegiance to me, and enshrines me as my lord, will live!"

This cruel voice was not loud, but the moment it fell, everyone felt as if they were struck by lightning.

And the Holy One felt that something was wrong, he suddenly tensed up, not daring to look directly at everything around him.

However, a strong sense of crisis began to pervade his whole body, and he seemed to be able to feel the eyes staring at him all around.

"What are you going to do?? What are you going to do?? Are you going to rebel???"

The Holy One was furious, and he slapped the nearest one whose level was capped but whose spiritual root hadn't been activated.

The thick aura fluttered in his palm, and with his attack, it ruthlessly penetrated into the man's body. The man was unable to defend himself, and was instantly attacked by the aura, and his body collapsed instantly, turning into pieces and dying.

"I will kill anyone who opposes me!!"

The Holy One shouted hysterically.

"kill him!!"

At this time, who knows who suddenly growled, and then, the masters standing around the holy one stared at the holy one with murderous intent, and all the powerful people nearby rushed over, and they rushed over. , it seemed that he was afraid of taking a step too late, and with a killer move, he made a pilgrimage to attack the past fiercely.

At this moment, all the generals who stood on the side of the Holy One turned against each other and frantically went on a pilgrimage to kill them. Although the Holy One had activated the existence of spiritual roots, how could they resist this group of desperadoes?After a while, it was already retreating steadily, unable to resist, but after a while, it was weak.There were countless cuts all over his body, he resisted with all his strength, and his killer moves kept appearing. Some people couldn't resist his attacks at all, and were almost beheaded.

But at this time, the white-haired man will act decisively to save these people.

After all, these people have already expressed their determination to take action against the Holy One, so how could he not save those who surrendered to him?

On the verge of death, the white-haired man stood up abruptly, and the holy majesty was surrounded by people. He was already the king of yesterday, but today, he is like a stray dog.

"I didn't expect that I worked so hard to manage Shenzhou for so long, but in the end, I ended up like this!"

The Holy Majesty was out of breath, speaking with empty eyes.

The past is like smoke, in fact, how much prosperity, how much prosperity, is it not dry bones and dirty smell?No matter how gorgeous the scene is, in the next second, it may turn into dust and gravel

"In the face of absolute power, the so-called power is nothing but floating clouds!"

The white-haired man said calmly.

Upon hearing this, the sage fell silent.

Power is a product that emerges based on strength. Without strength, how can power come from?

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