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The temple is proud, the voice is mad, and the sentence is unborn, and everything on the Tongtian pillar has been regarded as it.

Yuhuang still heard this, even a heaven.

"Is it too long?" He said, with a sigh.

Time has passed too long, have someone forgotten that they have been brilliant?

Now, I will have a strong sense of a heaven, actually dare to give this mad?

And it is in front of his face, completely as the air.

The palace looked at the emperor, with absolute confidence: "I know you, but you are dead, this is not your true body, I am sure."

"Yes, I have already died." Yuhuang admitted: "But if you think this can be like this, the words of the words, that's too much, I don't want to put me in the eye."

The temple laughed, took a taunt: "The dead people will rest in peace, now it is no longer your era, I will build a inheritance of the Xuantian Tree Palace will make my light far better. you guys!"

"And the treasures you have left, just just the cornerstone I gathered."

The arrogance is like the thunder, and it is open here.

The palace is swearing to swear his ideals, as if there is a magnificent blueprint to start here, it is the world that he wants to build in his dream.

He is necessary to build a foreign turnover that transcends the Xuantian era, so that the glory of this era has covered any era.

The name of the new era will belong to him alone.

Listening to such a mason, Yuhuang just looked quietly, no expression.

"I only have a punch." He said.

"What do you say?" The temple is slightly smashed. After returning to God, his eyes become terrible, and the two-day blood is burst, like two blood color.

Is the meaning of Yuhuang's words, is it to solve him?

His weeks broke the rays, as if there was a blush sea Yangyang, floating countless bodies, and countless, there are countless scenes that fall into the sky.

"Only one punch? Thank you? A dead man who has already died?"

The temple is big, the sound is like a thunder, and there is a bloody lightning in the void. Each is a large mountain, and the sky is covered.

This scene is terrible, but it is just a similar figure, there is still such a force, and the sky is terrible.

The power of the palace is also visible.

Looking at the owner of the burst of such powerful power, the color of the Jade Emperor did not change much.

His hand looked up and slowly hit it into a fist.

The scorpion of the temple has become awkward, like a bloody flame in burning.

He snorted, then stepped forward, and the blood sea of ​​the sky was raging, and he was shocked and shocked, and the star in the sky can be rolled down.

"Damn!" He shot, and the ancient swords who used the Xuan Tianzheng used to take a peerless hit to Yuhuang.

A bloody sword, long up to millions of miles, tearing open space, breaking the time and space, leaving a deep abyss, like a bloody day, rolling rolling.

In the face of the terrible sword, Yuhuang mentioned his fist and played a punch against the voids in front.

Pingping is unmodorant, the square is peaceful, it seems to be simple and fetched, facing that the sword is so insignificant, not self-strength.

But next, it happened.

boom! boom!

After the fist handed out, the sound was burst in the void, and once again, one heavy and one heavy, constantly fried, and finally became intensive and burst, and at the same time, the sound of the vibration was burst.

Time and space is crackled, Wan Dao is sorrow, and it has become a dark space here, everything is flat, was emptied.

The bloody sword is straight, and it is straightforward, bursting the rain, like a bit of blood sprinkled, actually so easy to be smashed.

But this is not over, the time and space is still annihilated, and the black is constantly spread out, and the extension is expanded.

The temple finally became changing. He made a big scream, and the ancient sword waved in his hand.

"broken!"

He made a sword again in front of the void.

But everything is useless, the sword is once again smashed, and the ancient sword also blows it, turning into the sky.

A touch of color appears on the face of the temple.

I don't see any fists, I can't see the fists. The Jade people still stand in a far away, just look at him like this.

But the Temple of the Temple felt unprecedented fear.

He broke out his strength and infused the last hit.

boom!

The glory of the thorn, nothing to see, all people are short-lived.

That time and space is being shattered, the time fragment is flying, and the Wan Dao law is crushed, and the sky is a broken look, and they feel that the Tong Tianzhu is embarrassing.

After a long time, it gradually calmed down.

When the eyes gradually recovered, everyone will look over there.

The time and space of the collapsed is still not recovered. It is still the darkness, which is like a punch, it will be completely destroyed here, and even the original law is not existed.

The heart of Ye Zichin is among the hearts of Xuantian's war.

Such a boxer hears, it will not be seen, it looks so ordinary, but the killing is so explosive.

The figure of the temple has been seen, he is completely smashed, so it is dissipated in the void.

The young face is pale, and the eyes have a little empty.

"How? How?"

He murmured himself, some unacceptable.

That is the palace, although it is just a difference, it should also have a stronger strength.

But now, the difference is completely destroyed, and it is just a punch.

Legendary Yuhuang is really so powerful?

Very far from the silver hair, I touched the bar, some crying: "Is this also warned me?"

That punch not only kills the palace, even he felt that the boxing, and the heart was not impacted.

Yuhuang's temper is still not changed, although it looks warm, like a humble gentle, but it is extremely overbearing, and it is a little quite.

Only Xuan Tianzun can still press him.

"Get!" Yinfa finally said, and then no longer paying attention to the income on Tongtou, finally left.

But the movement on the talents, but it has not been repeated for a long time.

Yuhuang's shot, the impact caused by everyone is too big.