My Doomsday Territory

The holy order exists and shines with the sun and the moon.

Every saint is an incarnation of the law. If the immortal saint of the saint is fully revealed, the ordinary awakener will collapse and die with a glance.

The Holy Order, and the Extraordinary Order, are already completely different classes.

Like fireflies and scorching sun, the gap is inestimable.

Even if the law enlightens the arrogant arrogance that can rival the saint, it is still just the arrogance, and there is a gap in life essence with the saint.

The invincible powerful came to the wasteland world, the first to feel the pressure of the world.

Suppressed their strength by 90%.

The saint, however, can confront the world.

The coming saint projected a phantom of a surging river, the world space was constantly distorted, the laws collided, and for a time, the whole world set off a surge and natural disasters continued.

Changhe Saint's indifferent gaze swept all around, and suddenly a meal.

"Huh? It turned out to be illusion."

He stretched out his hand, and a stream of purified water washed past Yan Hui and other reincarnates.

Suddenly, Yan Chou and other strong men looked startled, as if nothing had changed, and it seemed that they had unlocked some kind of spiritual shackles.

"It turns out, we have long been planting illusions?"

He couldn't believe it.

I still haven't remembered when I was the illusion, and who performed the illusion, but I really understand that I have been influenced by illusion!

"How can a group of natives master such a brilliant illusion?"

Illusion requires elaborate manipulation, which is somewhat more difficult to master than destructive spells.

He suddenly said, "Aren't... not indigenous?"

In the past, due to the influence of illusion, some unreasonable places, they all made up their own brains. However, after the illusion was unlocked, the experienced samsara understood that a world that only began to recover a few hundred years ago, there is no one with the essence. The world, indigenous, cannot be so strong!

"They are coming."

Changhe Saint's eyes penetrated through the space, "One, two, three...are there only six tertiary peaks?"

...

The Great Rift Valley,

When the saint came, the wind surged and it was difficult for Tang Yu to notice it.

Yilian, Nancy, or other followers who were in retreat all awakened, and the breath, which still made people feel depressed at countless distances.

"Sage?" Nancy was excited.

"Is there a holy weapon?"

"Actually the Holy Order came in person." Luo Zhe was worried.

The air held the hilt, and there was war in his pupils.

"A few years ago, the breath we felt in Aino was also a saint."

Yilian has a deep memory.

That year, the breath of the saint came to the sea and enveloped the continent. Even if the saint had not yet come, they would suffocate and feel powerless.

At this moment, the breath of the Holy Order is similar to the breath imprinted in the depths of memory, but it is no longer suffocating.

Some are just pressure.

"Yilian, Nancy, Kong, Xiaoli, Hongyue... Let's go to the meeting for a while, the saint."

...

The space is rippling like water waves, and it seems to be drawn to the sides.

Tang Yu, wearing a fire pattern robe, emerged from the twisted space.

On the left, Nancy Elaine, on the right, empty, bamboo chestnut, and red moon.

Yan Hui and other reincarnations only recognized Tang Yu, but the atmosphere was very different.

Other strong men have never seen it before.

"We, haven't we been kept in the eye?!"

Under the shadow of the saint's world, Yan Zhu and others have recovered some strength and are close to their heyday.

He took out a third-order magic soldier spear and pointed it at Tang Yu.

Tang Yu's gaze remained the same, "You are handed over to you."

"No problem squeaking!"

jingle--

jingle--

jingle--

The first bell rang, Yan Yan showed an infinite illusion in front of him, he gritted his teeth and broke free, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

The second bell rang, Yan Yan was in a trance, and the burning source struggled for a moment before recovering.

The third bell sounded, Yan Ei staggered, his face changed, and finally stopped at the same place.

"It's actually a holy weapon,

The Saint of Long River looked at the string of bells on the left hand of the bamboo sorrel, exuding the power of the holy weapon.

His eyes are hot.

An illusion-enhanced holy artifact, even if you can’t use it, you can exchange it with other saints for another holy weapon that suits you.

The Long River Saint is still illusory, Nancy moved first.

She chopped it up with one sword, without special skills, but chopped off a 400-meter-long sword awn.

"Humph!"

The saints of the long river waved a rough river like a waterfall that fell for nine days, crushing everything and breaking away the sword mansions, but there was still a little purple mansions in the river.

The unpretentious epee slashed on the saint.

He raised his hand, the halo circulated, and buzzed, and the epee was placed in front of him.

The Changhe saint changed his face, "It's actually a holy weapon!"

He blocked the sword, but the soul seemed to be stabbed with a sword. Although it only caused very weak damage to him, but no doubt...

"The deity has been sanctified for 23,000 years. You are still the first person who can hurt me. Even with the holy weapon, the deity is willing to call you the strongest under the saint."

Before he finished speaking, the empty sword came out of the sheath.

In the mountains and seas, the combat skills of beating the invincible power have been perfected by the air.

An ultimate silver gleam!

One after another, endless, every sword light is instantaneous, every sword light has cut through the space, every sword light has condensed the "law of cutting" that can cut everything!

——Invincible "Vacuum Slash"!

The river flowed by the Saint of the Long River was cut off by Yinmang, and the river was cut with a sword!

Yin Mang slashed his holy body with undiminished momentum.

Buzz-

The halo circulates, and it goes out indefinitely.

The long river saint has a lot of light, the surging river flows from azure blue to gray, the surrounding space is corroded, and the mountains and rocks are just a second after a thousand years of disappearing.

Even the silver sword-mansions cut out by the air were corroded one after another.

But the "vacuum cut" is not only strong, but also fast and endless!

The Changhe saint's complexion changed from time to time, retreating like a change of face for hundreds of miles.

The luxurious robe infused with the power of the saint has been cut through an open gap, the immortal saint is injured, and a drop of pale golden blood beads flows out of the wound.

He really changed color.

Holy artifact!

Comprehend the profound rules!

It was enough to threaten him.

It is not that the saint is weak, the saint can contend with the world and is not suppressed, but this world is only a higher world, and the saint cannot exert all his power.

It's like a small pond can't hold a real dragon!

Unless, the Saint of the Rivers can blast the whole world.

The Changhe Saint thought that even if he could not exert all his power, it would be far more than the so-called invincible strong.

Saints, and the ultimate invincible qualitative gap!

The existence of the sacristy, but made up this part of the gap!

Originally, although Kong and others said that their accomplishments are not low, they are limited by their own power, and they can only exert 20 to 30% of the power of the holy weapon. Power can also make the holy weapon erupt into a more terrifying power.

Even if Yanmei and other reincarnates are immersed in illusion, they are fighting, and they can barely perceive the outside world, but they can't get rid of it.

They were dumbfounded.

Lord Saint was turned off?injured?

how is this possible!

Fake, it must be fake!

It's illusion!

Don't try to blind our hearts!

What's the use of illusion trapping us?Still can't escape the fate of being bombed one by one by Changhe adults.

boom!

The world projection of the torrential river was cut into sections by a vacuum, and the saints of the long river no longer ignored the above, turned into a streamer and rushed into the sky, disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Yan Hui and other reincarnations are still waiting, waiting, waiting...

Master Changhe, won't you really escape?

...

The sky in the wasteland world does not know how high it is, and the more it goes up, the thicker the fog.

Although the sun can be seen on the ground, it can reach tens of thousands of meters, hundreds of thousands of meters high, but the light is dimming and the resistance is getting stronger.

It is difficult to enter the world of one side.

It is not easy to go out.

The barriers protecting the world seem to be just a thin film, but even the saints cannot enter and exit at will.

When the Changhe Saints came down, they used the power of the reincarnation hall and the huge resource cost.

It's easier to go out, but he also needs time to penetrate the wall of the world.

The Changhe Saints are really afraid that those human races are chasing themselves, and their bodies will suffer some injuries!

"Damn Terran!"

"Isn't the high-dimensional upper realm collapsed? Shouldn't those human races escape like the dogs of the family?!"

The wasteland world is a plane, the outside world is not a cosmic sky.

He shuttled through the dense fog, and he could no longer see the light, the life, and nothing.

at last,

The long river saint's eyes penetrated through the heavy fog and saw a huge hollow in the distance, slowly rotating.

"The broken gap of the world, found!"

Layers of halo bloomed around him, like a beam of light passing through the hole.

There was resistance at that moment, but it was much weaker. The Long River Saint was only blocked for a moment, and he penetrated past without obstacles.

He was beyond the infinite void beyond the plane, and his power was no longer restricted. A majestic phantom appeared around him, and the phantom bloomed with radiance, and the wind of annihilation blew to the near side and disappeared completely.

You glanced at the hollow, at the colorful wall of the world.

With a sigh, "It's a pity those holy objects."

The Changhe saint knows that maybe the dragon saint is imprisoned, maybe Lord Monroe will still have actions, but at that time, the holy weapon has nothing to do with himself.

He widened his eyes sharply.

A few familiar figures suddenly flew out of the void where the membrane wall of the world was damaged.

Face each other,

The Changhe saint laughed out loud.

Actually... I came to the door!!

...

Outside the mask wall, there is a boundless void.

The void is more dangerous than the barren universe. From time to time, the wind of annihilation blows, but it is not as high as the void.

Here, you can see the membrane wall of the waste earth world, very huge, colorful colors occupy most of the field of vision, much larger than the bubbles seen in the high sky.

Looking into the distance, there is nothing but nothingness in the eyes, and the wind of annihilation that occasionally blows, and no colorful bubbles can be seen.

Even if it is a saint, it is difficult to find a new world when rushing in the void. Only in the higher emptiness, as if you are in a higher dimension, the distance between the space is drawn countless times, even if you flew through the body.

Without the help of teleportation arrays, at least, the space shuttle law has to enter the hall level to enter the high void with its own power, which stops most of the saints.

The Saint of the Long River doesn't seem to be able to step into the high void, there is no escape from escape......

Tang Yu gradually smiled.

The Changhe Saints can’t wait to shoot, and even worry that these human races will flee back into the world again.

With a wave of the hand, the world projection appears, from the virtual reality to the surging river, and some aquatic creatures can also be seen.

The rivers swept over and the power was strengthened by a factor of a thousand, and in the void, Tang Yu was as small as a mortal faced with a huge wave of 100 meters.

call out!

!

The body of the empty half sage was urged to the extreme, and a sword was cut out, driving the law, breaking the water waves, but it was filled by the more turbulent rivers behind.

"How can the body of a mortal be comparable to the deity!"

The half-holy body is already immortal, but compared with the real immortal body, it is too far away.

The third-order invincible who can escape from the hands of the saints is the ultimate arrogance, the anti-sky divine?nonexistent!

Behind the Changhe Saint, a thousand-meter-high figure appeared, glowing with colorful glow, which made people dare not look directly.

This is the holy order, the saint who has unfolded it is the complete body!

boom!

He took a shot with a vortex formed by the turbulent water in his palm. The extreme pulling force made the sky unable to dodge. The half-sacred body exploded under the slap, and the third-order magic soldier cloak was instantly damaged.

The body re-condensed, the empty face was pale, but it was more of a fighting intent. He took out a cloak of the same style and slowly took out the second sword from the space ring.

This is a cyan sword, lingering like the wind.

"It's a holy weapon again!" The Saint of Changhe's eyes widened.

Kong was originally a swordsman with two swords and three swords. With two holy weapons, he could cut off the river of the saints of the long river with one sword, and cut through the thousands of kilometers of the holy order. The figure was erratic, and he was able to make peace with the holy. Circling!

"Damn, if I had a suitable holy weapon...!"

The law of the Saint of the Long River missed the law. The best rule of the water of corrosion is not enough lethality. Even now, even if it has the upper hand, the human race is extraordinary, and its breath has not weakened.

At this time,

A purple swordmansions hundreds of meters long chopped from behind the head of the Fa, the thick purplemansions collided with the colorful glow, the entire void was shocked, the invisible ripples of the Dao spread out, and in the distance, the film of the wasteland world The walls shook slightly.

Changhe Saint's face changed again.

He showed the appearance of law, his momentum soared dozens of times, and he was confident.

This group of people is extraordinary, but it seems that there is no upper limit, and it has become stronger and stronger.

Under Nancy's "ghost demonization", a thick purple air surrounds like a dragon, rushing hundreds of meters high, and she can no longer see her figure, just the purple dragon and hundreds of meters of sword slashing continuously.

The air cuts the law, Nancy cuts the soul, and the face of the Saint of the River has been dignified.

'I'm just a holy rank that has been promoted for a short time, and lacks the hole cards. Even if I continue to play, I won't get much benefit...'

He glanced at Tang Yu and Hongyue Yilian, and the bamboo sorrel remained in the world to restrain several reincarnations.

Knowing,

My own idea of ​​robbing the holy weapon was defeated.

Promising the mission of the imprisoned dragon saint could not be completed.

There is no good fight, the Saints of the Long River are not willing to continue, the French and the French palms, the waves of water spread hundreds of thousands of meters, and Nancy and Kong are both blasted away from a distance.

Thousands of kilometers of phasing step into the distance, one step beyond the immeasurable distance, and go away at a speed visible to the naked eye in the vast void.

Tang Yu was unhappy.

He didn't know the difference between himself and the saint before, but now, he wants to leave after playing, is it possible?

Yilian held the holy instrument Bingming, projected the eternal frozen earth world, and instantly confronted the saint's long river phantom.

Hongyue was transformed into Youhai, and also integrated into a holy weapon. The seawater of the Youhai and the corrosive water intertwined with each other, and gradually covered the past.

The Saint of Long River frowned, no matter what, he continued to walk to the distance, faster and faster.

At this time,

In front of him, he turned gray and dense chains, each chain had tens of thousands of meters, hundreds of thousands of meters, exuded strong spatial fluctuations, and in a blink of an eye completely frozen and blocked the space around him.

Holy artifact!

Holy artifact!

Another holy article!

The Saints of the Long River have never seen the joy of the Holy Artifact. Now they only want MMP.

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