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Song Fat Ball can see that the instant surge of data in the body's eyes is some understanding gained from the emperor's crushed Numen after he killed the Emperor.

It believes in the longevity of those who spy in secret, and it must have noticed that.

“When the emperor's understanding is absorbed, the body will become stronger.” Song Fat Ball spoke to himself with a voice that everyone could hear.

After filling this wave properly for the body, it pinches the timing, closes the space mirror, and prevents hidden perennials from snooping around the body.

The Everlasting Moon swallowed its breath - it was so horrible that it blew up the Emperor's Big Song, and it needed to be bigger?

“Sorry, the moon is like a flamingo. I was going to ask you to meet me for a drink, and now it looks like... this appointment is going to be delayed a little bit. Smile.” Song Fat Ball tried to reveal a squeezed smile: “After killing the Emperor, he realized something. He needs some time to digest this harvest. When the main body is finished, I will take the moonlight friend to have a drink with the main body. ”

He tries to play the legendary 'Big Song Split' role and strives for perfection.

“Ha ha ha, Song Daoyou don't mind. For us forebears, there is a chance for a drink in the future.” The moonlight man laughed - to be honest, he didn't want to come into contact with the current Big Song right away.

Just slaughtered the Emperor's Big Song, and the power on him was terrible. Even if Big Song had a better personality, at this time he was at the peak of his killings and momentum and had yet to converge.

Like the beast with blood on the corner of his mouth, nobody wants to get close to this time of the reign.

“Thank you for your understanding.” Song Fat Ball turned around and looked at the mighty heavenly realm of Mars, "said Daoist of all heavenly realms, next I will set out to defend myself. However, if you still want to challenge my friends, please feel free to contact me. ”

After a brief meal, he added, "Or you can challenge me directly in the future. But as you can see... my body is not as merciful as mine. ”

That's right.

Kind Song Fat Ball!

Compared to directly destroying the Emperor, even destroying the Emperor God, reversing the root cause, and destroying her divine form of the dominant Song body, the act of being separated from Song Fat Ball can be described as mercy.

On the battlefield of Mars, the challenger he defeated, he didn't kill.

Even the first challenger was on fire and made a 'friendship’ with Song Fat Ball.

“So, if you're really confident in challenging my own Daoists, I'd better try your shallow first.” Speaking of which, Song Fat Ball's horrible momentum erupted: “After all, people I can't even beat are not qualified to challenge me! ”

This time, no one from all over heaven spoke.

It was too much of a shock to them when Jusong blew up the Emperor.

After loading this wave, Song Fat Ball and the moon said goodbye to the fire. He waved softly and disappeared on Mars.

The moon carries its long harp like a fire, smiling on its face, and falls into the void as well.

On Mars, silence was restored.

Old half later.

The Big Gods, who were spying in the dark on Mars, began to communicate.

“After the end of the Invincible Age of the Heavenly Emperor, perhaps this will be the time of the Horse Song.” While reluctant to admit it, the facts are in front of us.

“Her strength must have been affected by the collapse of the Emperor's path after the ancient heavenly crash. Perhaps the body of Big Song isn't as powerful as you think?” Those with a calm longevity, after returning to God from the shock, analyzed.

“Even though God's power is discounted, she is still there at that level. Therefore, the fact that Big Song reached the level of saint and emperor is no longer questionable. As he grows, he will be invincible as a saint.” There's a big man sighing.

“The immortality of this term may already be in Big Song's pocket.” There is a long-time survivor who has been defeated by the hands of Big Song, hey shush.

“The battle of immortality cannot be determined until the last moment.” Another voice rang out: “Even if the world was invincible, the Confucian saint who rubbed most of his friends on the ground... didn't have proof of immortality in the end, did he? ”

This voice really doesn't speak human language!

What do you mean most of your friends have been rubbed to the ground by Confucian saints? Though it's true, how many things does it mean to put them on the table?

Are we embarrassed together?

“Perhaps, at the last minute, another presence will emerge that will defeat Song and seize his immortality.” The voice goes on: “And this being, it could be one of us. ”

Being able to become an adult, stepping out of the existence of one's ‘way’, all of them are monsters... a temporary failure is nothing. Their level, with a single 'enlightenment’, or a flashing thought, can make their battle power wildly improve.

Sometimes it's possible to think about it, think through it, and step directly to the level of Confucian saints.

“Even though the Confucian saint was invincible, I was still fearless, and he pressed me up and rubbed me wildly on the ground, but I was never afraid of the Confucian saint from beginning to end. Likewise, I won't be afraid of Big Song.” The voice is self-confident.

This totally unspeakable big man unconsciously mobilized the confidence of many long-lived people.

Isn't that rubbing it all over the ground?

Is there anything to be afraid of?

Turn around and when we're done with the situation, we'll go bang Song!

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The other side.

In a crumbling little world.

Song Shuhang withdrew his gaze: “Does it always feel like someone was spying on me? ”

“Mm-hmm.” Kung Fu snake beauty nodded.

“This kind of spying feels like being targeted by some kind of natural enemy, and my heart and liver are trembling.” Song Shuhang muttered, which reminded him of the painful memories of being hunted down by a fat man, with no way to heaven, no door to the ground, and finally hiding in the core world.

This peep flashed past, like an illusion.

Song Shuhang took a deep breath and continued to render in the feeling of 'slaughter the Emperor God’.

At this moment, he cannot squander the opportunity of 'enlightenment' - before God was born, he was reminded repeatedly that if he had the chance to kill her Numen, he could use his body to remember the moment she felt when the Numen were crushed, with unexpected gains.

This time, God didn't lie.

Crushing the feeling of the Emperor God, he repeatedly played it over and over again in Song Shuhang's mind. Every reruns, Song Shuhang seems to be able to catch some gain.

But it's not enough.

His basic knowledge of mending is so weak that he needs a clearer opportunity.

Song Shuhang opened his eyes and looked to where the Emperor God had collapsed.

There, there is still the energy of the godless, unbranded heavenly emperor...