Thunder Martial

A trembling sound shook the heavenly dome, spread throughout the ancient battlefield, and the power of rules that had not appeared for many years was reproduced, causing the heavens and the earth to shake.

“Is this the strength of the rule? ”

“In the ancient world, the power of rules still exists?! ”

In the shaky rules of heaven and earth, many sleeping super powerful ancient beasts are awakened, feeling the turbulence of heaven and earth, their divine colors change instantly, looking up to the sky, deep eyes, seemingly looking through the void.

“The rules of the ancient battlefield have long been nameless. Who is it? Who broke the rules again? ”

Various ancient voices rang out, full of suspicion.

“Do the ancient battlefield have to become heavenly and the real passage still exists? Or did someone touch something? ”

Outside the periphery, beside the black water pond, the figure of the elderly appeared, the wise and deep eyes seemed to pass through the layer void, looked deep, and the expression on his face became uncertain.

But in the turbulent rules of heaven and earth, there is an unknown amount of energy that directly prevents their exploration. No matter how their minds penetrate, they will be blocked and bounced back.

“What the hell is going on? Touched such a powerful rule, what kind of existence is this going to erase?” The old antiques were shocked and then sent out a full probe again.

This time, they smoothly crossed the barrier and saw a deep scene. The rules of heaven and earth were transformed into a masked hand, surrounded by the power of endless rules, with a unique sense of destruction in the rules, and fell hard towards a pitch-black area.

“It's that place that touches the rules of heaven and earth! ”

Seeing that pitch-black area, all the ancient antiques were transformed in color, they lived a long time ago and naturally knew the place, the place where this fissured ape of the heavens and the earth had finally disappeared.

There is a dangerous atmosphere, the stronger the ancient beast, the more acute the perception, they can perceive in advance the extremely powerful presence of the area, they do not dare to go.

“The emergence of such a powerful force of rules should have been the violation of the rules by that super powerful presence in the area, and should now be slaughtered by the rules! ”

“There is the power of heaven, and there is no doubt that the rule of supremacy will die. This super powerful being is dying! ”

Old antiques sigh low. As long as you are in the heavens and the earth, you must abide by the rules, and the strongest of all the heavens and the earth is not someone, an ancient beast, but the rules.

The power of the rules formed the big hand, descending from the sky, with a palpitating smell of destruction, into the pitch of dark energy, instantly provoked an explosion.

The big illusion of the rules is the rules of the ancient battlefield, with the strongest destructive power, it passes, such as depletion and decay, the instant extinction of black energy.

The area is filled with black energy and the sun is gone all the time. But under the rule, black energy was instantly smashed, and the golden sun fell back on this reddish-brown earth.

The black energy dissipated, the ruleman did not stop, it trembled slightly in the air, more rulemaking force, and then hit the pitch-black castle hard.

“Boom!”

With super strong defenses, the castle is just trembling in the face of demon pestle attacks. But under the power of the rules, a big castle was instantly halfway scattered. Half became black energy, half an entity of the ancient castle.

At the same time, there was a roar that rang between heaven and earth.

Previous pitch-black energy, trembling and rolling over the castle, made a howl. On its body surface, the power of the rule continues to emerge, and then forms a force of destruction, shattering it raw.

In the golden world, the old monk who saw the scene suddenly flashed, and then raised his head, those hollow golden eyes, his unclear gaze toward the ruler in the middle of the sky.

There seems to be something unexpected about the existence of the silver world in this scene. Looking at the big hand, he asked coldly, “Why is this happening? ”

“Rule breaker, die!” A cold and heartless thought came from the ruleman.

“Rules, haha, what a rule, I see how you annihilate me today!” The power of the rules surrounding pitch black energy, not knowing when it disappears, pitch black energy reproduces, the sound of brutality.

“How dare he block the power of the rule?! ”

Seeing that the presence in pitch black energy did not die, all the ancient antique-level beings stared wide-eyed and appalled.

The power of the rules, representing the strongest rules of the ancient battlefield, has the power of extinction. As long as it arises under this rule, it must be suppressed and constrained. The rule is that people die, people have to die, that's the rule.

Since the formation of the ancient battlefield, they have seen many powerful men who have broken the rules and died under them. But I've never seen, or even heard, someone block the power of the rules.

Seeing pitch black energy blocked the power of the rules, and still in the golden world, each sucked in a breath of cold air, shocked and horrified.

What the power of the rules in the sky stands for, they know perfectly well that, once they appear, everything is extinguished and nothing remains. But it is incredible that the power of the rules is comparable to God's, but it has not cut off the dark energy.

A pair of frozen eyes suddenly shot out of pitch black energy, he stared at the ruler, coldly asked: “This is all your fault, isn't it? ”

By questioning the rules in a tough way, the dark energy is powerful.

“Rule breaker, die!” The same idea came out of the ruleman, and then suddenly pressed again towards pitch-black energy.

“Boom!”

The heavenly dome trembles, and this strike contains more powerful energy and endless power of rules that instantly overshadow pitch black energy.

But this time, the presence of pitch-black energy was not a howl. Hearing only one blast, the dark energy exploded directly, and the power of destruction swept over the power of the rules, both of which exploded.

The pitch-black energy dissipated from above the castle and replaced it with a black baton. The stick was dark and bright, like a very dark substance in the world, a complex Xuan Ao symbol, engraved with the whole long stick, while a violent aura was spreading.

Seeing pitch black energy reveal itself, people's expressions instantly become horrified, and the opening is actually another weapon.

“Count me in, the rules. Really? Let me see how strong you are.” The dark long stick emits a fierce fierce flame, and the black Ophiwen on the long stick also flashes the light at the next moment, spreading a more powerful aura.

“Boom!”

Then the long stick went wild, straight into the sky, with a huge piece of pitch-black energy, to the rules of the air and hit hard.

The long stick that sees the power of anti-sky and active bombardment of the rules, the crowd is shocked and silent.

The power of the rules, representing the ancient battlefield rules, represents the supremacy. No one else could avoid it. The black stick proactively provoked it and also proactively attacked.

This is irreconcilable until death!

“Rule breaker, die! ”

Still that cold idea, the ruleman started flashing, mobilizing the rules of the ancient battlefield, crushing down. In a loud noise, the powerful black stick was instantly knocked down.

At the same time, there are still a small half of the ancient castles, which collapse again. The black stick fell from the air and fell into the castle, sounding again and seemingly smashing down many buildings.

“Rule breaker, die! ”

At the same time, the power of the rules is once again crushed and washed away towards the castle with the power of the rules of destruction.

In the midst of a shock, the castle ceased to exist, only the black energy of the sky surged, and in the midst of the energy, a long stick hit the ruler.

“Puff!”

The big hand was just shocked, but the long stick was struck off by a force of reflection.

Everyone looked up at the sky and was shocked. Whether it was the power of the rules or the stick, it was so powerful. The power of both has surpassed that of the strongest in ancient battlefield history.

But obviously, the rules are stronger in both.

Again, the baton rises against the sky, and the threat of brutality increases. It is necessary to break the power of the rules. Obviously, it is a miracle that this idea is unrealistic and can remain undefeated and undead under the power of the rules, and it is unrealistic to want to destroy the rules.

After the battle, the golden world and the silver world are choosing to stand by, with no intention of interfering. But down there, the Purple Heel Monk is in a hurry.

If the truncheon is broken, the legacy of the Rift Ape will be completely lost. This is an inheritance of a broken man, like a broken offspring, the power of the rules is too much.

Next to it, the monkey's straight teeth, which belong to him, something that can transform him. But now, it's related to the unknown and the power of the rules. He's weak, he can't get involved.

“Boom!”

The tremendous power that swelled over the baton was broken up again, and the baton was blown away again. In the eyes of delusion, the monkey clearly saw an old monkey coughing blood in his mouth and suffering severe trauma.

But in the eyes of the other party, there is an unyielding and steadfast light, again holding the black stick in hand, upside down, angry to fight the rules.

One time it was bombed, the long stick washed up again, and the illusory old ape coughed up blood, and his spirit became depressed.

“Strength of Rule is Undefeated! ”

It is also a moment of tremendous shock to watch the many super powerful ancient beasts in this battle. Long sticks are really powerful and can sweep all their ancient beasts as soon as they rush out. But the truncheon is considerably weaker than the rules here.

This is the rule of the ancient battlefield, representing the most powerful force in the world, and no one can break it.

Every attack by a truncheon is futile. It doesn't work at all, and it doesn't even consume a trace of energy from the ruleman.

“Ha ha! I have broken the temple of a warrior ape, even though I am dead, but I also need to pull the back of your broken rule!” The crazier the Old Monkey Vietnam, the more aura around him, is caused by the burning of energy in the body, which is bound to destroy the rules-majors.