Supreme Uprising

The Sanskrit of the Sky called Hung I and was really not often threatened, but he had to admit that Luo Yunyang, a strange diamond, was indeed qualified to threaten him.

After all, it was this man who killed the Lord of Too Vain.

Although Luo Yunyang used some means to kill the Lord of Too Vain, there can be no complaints about the existence of such a level as their being killed.

At this time, the jade symbol given by the Master has been broken, and it is difficult for the Holy Sanskrit to borrow his power, let alone even if he can borrow it, the Holy Sanskrit must consider one or two.

Leveraging the power of the Holy Lord is too horrible. Terrible to allow such beings as the Holy Sanskrit to exist, they are all trembling in their hearts.

In his heart, there was not much anger at this time, just now he hunted Luo Yunyang was very refreshing, now Luo Yunyang is revenge, is also expected.

Just as the mind of the Sanskrit Lord of the Great Sky floated, the Lord of Demons had swept away: “Luo Yunyang, to destroy Brother Brother Big Sky, pass me this level first. ”

The Lord was dressed in black, and the whole man gave a sense of domination. He stood in the void and feared from his heart.

Luo Yunyang faced the demon lord, his color remained the same. Don't say that it was the demon lord who prevented him today. Even if there were others, he would destroy the Holy Sanskrit.

“Well, if you want to die for the Lord Sanskrit, then I'll have to do it for you.” Luo Yunyang, whose body healed quickly, once in a while, the four incarnations agglomerated again.

Looking at Luo Yunyang's incarnation gathered in the sky, the Lord's face became ugly.

The demon master thought he was no weaker than Luo Yunyang, but Luo Yunyang's four incarnations were too difficult.

The Holy Sanskrit was also surprised by the devil's hand, and politely said that the relationship between their brothers and sisters was actually not good.

It can even be said that the resentment between the two of them is much bigger than the affair between the two of them.

And now, the demon Lord is actually going to help himself, and this situation gives the Holy Sanskrit an incredible feeling that it is true.

But he can't believe it anymore, and it's true.

Just as he was about to say two words of gratitude to the Lord of Demons, Li Tianjiansheng's voice came from the void: “You are mine. ”

Li Tian Jiansheng came across the sky. With his arrival, the sharp sword intentions covered the past towards the demon Lord. Although the demon Lord's temper rushed to the sky, Li Tian Jiansheng's sword intentions seemed to cut off everything, and he still swept straight at the Han.

The demon lord had already locked all his essence gods in Luo Yunyang, but under the blockade of Li Tian Jian Sheng's sword, he had to confront Li Tian Jian Sheng.

Speaking of cultivation and status, the Lord of Demons seemed to be better than Li Tian Jiansheng, but Li Tian Jiansheng's swordplay forced him to be careful.

This is a method of slaughter, a method of slaughter that makes him feel threatened.

Li Tian Jiansheng, for Luo Yunyang, there is a slight guilt in his heart at this time, and the source of this slight guilt is that he has promised Luo Yunyang to give his life to Luo Yunyang, but when the Holy King hands, he can do nothing.

Now he must stop the Demon Lord.

Without any words to say, Li Tian Jiansheng, the sword light stretched over 100,000 miles and heavily covered towards the Lord of Demons.

The Lord waved his hands, and each finger seemed to contain infinite power, bursting heavily towards the sword.

The sword light is broken, and the demon Qi is all over the place!

Two people can say that they have entered a state of slaughter since the beginning of the battle, or even that they have begun the most brutal battle since the beginning of the battle.

Under the sword, the two of us can't tell the difference between winning and losing, but this is enough for Luo Yunyang!

In the present case, all he has to do is take the initiative against the Vajra.

The Sanskrit did not entrust his destiny to the Lord, who chose to flee the moment he was stopped.

His injuries were severe, and he knew that he was not an opponent of Li Tian Jiansheng at this time, so all he could do at this time was get out of here immediately.

The body turned into a stream of light. The Sanskrit of the sky rushed wildly towards the Holy Land of Heaven. As long as he reached the Holy Land of Heaven, Luo Yunyang would not be able to do so even if he was once more insane and ready to kill him.

The Holy Spirit will never be in his own land, watching his great disciple be killed.

The Holy Sanskrit has not escaped for many years, but this does not mean that the speed of the Holy Sanskrit is in question.

Now he, for a moment, has rushed a hundred thousand miles, but as he continues, he sees a sword.

A black-red, two-colored sword light cut straight from the sky!

The sword was bright and bloody, facing this raging sword, the idea of Sanskrit in the sky didn't even think about it, and turned his head in a different direction.

Instead of not being able to take the sword, the Sanskrit did not want to fall into the siege of Luo Yunyang, but he had not escaped 10,000 miles, and another colorful giant clock appeared in the void, rushing towards him.

The colorful giant clock contains the power of five rows of heavenly ways. The moment it is smashed, it gives a sense of endless life.

The giant clock is faster than the sword, and the giant clock occupies half of the sky in the instant.

We can't hide, we can't rush!

Despite all his efforts, the Sanskrit eventually turned his head and rushed in the other direction. He doesn't want to die, but he can't spell hard.

He knew his escape, and I'm afraid it had no consequences, but there was a hint of instinctive luck in his heart.

Luo Yunyang's four incarnations may not all be able to intercept all sides, let alone themselves.

But when the endless blue lotus blossoms filled the heavens and the earth, the Holy Sanskrit had to set aside this blessed mind.

He knew he couldn't hide, and now he had to fight to death.

“Luo Yunyang, I still have the strength to fight.” In the hands of the Holy Sanskrit, the ruined pestle appeared again, except that at this time, the ruined pestle had a crack.

Luo Yunyang had no time to talk to him. Since he had decided to kill the Lord of the Great Sky Sanskrit, he did not have the mercy of his men. When he heard the words of the Lord of the Great Sky Sanskrit, his true dignity was simply to break a finger.

At the same time, the four incarnations almost simultaneously carried out, and all the most vicious moves. Although the Holy Sanskrit master held the ruined yuan pestle in his hand, in the collision, he was ruined by a finger on his body.

In other words, for a moment, this finger gave him a crack in the body and a path.

The power of the Holy Sanskrit was supposed to be the best among the Great Sanskrits, but the power that had just come to him caused him so much harm that the power he was able to exert now was a little stronger than Lord Longbrow Xuan.

Luo Yunyang adjusted his power with an attribute regulator, which was already steadily suppressing the Sanskrit, not to mention provoking four incarnations.

“Break!”

The eyes of the Holy Sanskrit are red, and he now knows that this is the time for his own desperation, if at this time he does not desperately, then the dead man is really him.

At the same time as he was desperate, he stayed in the slightest soul of the Sanskrit Lord in the sky, and even crazier in his quest for help from the Holy Lord. He knew in his heart that at this time his situation, only if his master came himself, would it be possible to take him away.

In the holy realm of heaven, a fiction with a little light, coming out of the holy realm of heaven, this fiction, although it seems a little illusory, has a sense of mastery wherever it appears.

But just moments after this figure flew out of the heavenly sanctuary, a giant palace fiction, has hit heavily from the void towards the light shadow.

Both are fiction, but at the moment of the collision, the whole heavenly sanctuary swayed.

The holy realm of the heavens is endless. If you want to let the holy realm of the heavens move a little, it is not something ordinary people can do, but at this time, the two shadows of the hand let the holy realm of the heavens shake.

“Holy Lord, what are you going to do?” After that phantom retreated into the holy realm of heaven, there was a noise with a hint of tone in the phantom of the palace.

The moment I heard this voice, the light shadow coldly said: "Emperor, get out of the way, do you really think you got Zhengyang Heavenly Palace, is my opponent? ”

“I don't know if I'm your opponent, but one thing I can be sure of is that the power of Zhengyang Heavenly Palace is a little stronger than your Baoding, don't you think?” In the palace, the voice of Emperor One came again: “In those days, if my father hadn't chosen your plan, would you have thought you could have been Lord of the Holy Land? ”

“Hey, if you want to fight a war, it's not impossible, let's smash this heavenly sanctuary, nobody do anything about it? ”

In the words of Emperor I, there is a slight smell of threat, and the figure belonging to the Holy Spirit coldly says: “You think that your theory can also break the heavenly sanctuary. ”

“I can't. Isn't that you? It shouldn't be a big problem for the two of us to work together to break this holy place. ”

Just as the two spoke, the voice of the Holy Sanskrit sounded in the void: "Master, help! ”

At this time, the Sanskrit really had no solution. Although he retained some strength, he was faced with Luo Yunyang. Under the deadly attack of the four incarnations, his newly congealed body was in a shattered state.

And Luo Yunyang's true esteem, the attack on him was even more sharp, which destroyed Tianshuo's body once and again, causing his soul to start to suffer.

It was also when the Holy Sanskrit prayed for help, a silent sword had been chopped on the arm of the Holy Sanskrit, and the sword of Wangu Pluto had been separated, and a sword had been chopped off with the arm of the Holy Sanskrit that had destroyed the yuan pestle.

“Luo Yunyang, you killed me, it won't do you any good!” The Holy Sanskrit roared and shook everywhere.

By this time, he had no other means.

Before Luo Yunyang's attack arrived, his body, bursting into billions of pieces in the sky, rushed in all directions.