Top Strong Cultivator as a Teacher

boom!

A total of a dozen Chaos Lords joined forces, and the power they broke out was too strong. Even when Xiang Yang met at the bottom of the river of fate, he couldn't help but change his face, "This exotic world is too strong. More than a dozen Chaos Lords appeared casually, wo n’t the river of fate hold on? "

At the moment, he regretted it a little bit. If the river of destiny could not hold on, he appeared here hurriedly, even if he was not bombed by these Chaos Lords and the river of destiny, and exposed to these guys, he was really Dead.

"boom!"

In the worrying eyes of Xiang Yang, the horror power condensed by dozens of Chaos Lords instantly converged and rushed towards the river of destiny.

However, this time, they are not going to attack the river of fate, but are ready to use this energy to investigate the situation of the river of fate.

Xiang Yang was anxious. He even took out all the treasures such as the demon armor, the ten thousand robbery clock, the Qiankun Taohua Ding, and the Jianshen sword. If something really happened, it was time for him to desperately and escape.

"Wow la la ..."

Fortunately, when Xiang Yang thought he needed desperately, he only heard a roar, and then there was a terrifying energy bursting out of the river of fate.

Then, what surprises Xiang Yang is that in this river of destiny, every drop of water shines brightly, and a monstrous force instantly blocks the power of the dozen Chaos Lords, and also Bounce it back with more terrible power.

boom!

"not good."

The faces of these dozen chaos sacred lords have changed greatly, and they have displayed their own means of defense. However, the river of fate shows its power, even if they are chaos sacred lords. At that time, these dozen saints were instantly disappeared after being blasted away.

Even, in the west where they stand, there is still blood rain.

"Oh my god, how could this happen, even all the Chaos Lords were beaten out."

"That river is so terrifying."

"terrible."

"..."

After seeing these Asian Saints and Chaos Saints, they were all stunned. For them, this energy was really terrifying.

Even Moya was dumbfounded when he heard this, forgetting that he should continue to use the extradition tactic to retrieve his life.

"The river of Destiny River is so powerful?"

Xiang Yang was also stunned. Originally, he easily took the river of destiny into his conscious sea world and realized that he had controlled the river of destiny in his own hands.

He thought that the river of destiny had no other effect, at most it could only charge the so-called mortal body.

But now he understood that he really underestimated the river of destiny.

The energy contained in this river of destiny is really terrifying. When you can really grasp the entire river of destiny in your hands, if there is Chaos Lord, even the strong man of the level of Daozu attacks himself. As long as the sacrifice of the river of destiny comes out in front, who can stop the counterattack of the river of destiny?

When he thought of this, he felt his heart surging, and the whole person was boiling blood.

"The river of destiny is too great."

Xiang Yang sighed, counting the ten thousand lives of the cliff that entered the 'Heaven and Earth Oven', and found that it was only absorbed by 99,999 by himself.

He frowned, "The last one didn't show up, what's the situation?"

While speaking, his eyes were looking around, wanting to find the cliff, thinking in his heart, and waiting for the guy to perform the extradition tactics again can almost attract the last body of the world. By then, he will really be Refining the life of that guy.

"A person, after he has lost his life, he can't be sanctified. I don't know if there are other influences?" Xiang Yang was really curious.

"Do not..."

Just when Xiang Yang was curious, he heard a loud roar of grief and indignation, and the face of Moya, who was flew out by the terrifying force erupted by this monstrous water wave, rushed over with a crossbow.

He stood on the river and shouted angrily, "No, I don't believe it, what about my life? Why ..."

His scream was simply earth-shattering, tragic, sorrowful, and tears from the listeners. Those who were strong in Asia were sad for Moya.

A good arrogance, it just fell.

Everyone knows that even if the Cliff is unable to extradite the world, no matter how powerful it is in the Yasheng Realm, it will not be the Chaos Saint.

Moya also knows that although he can only become a sage of chaos by only one final step, he can already be said to be a true quasi-saint, but he can never be sanctified if he can't take back the whole body.

He was so sad and angry that he did n’t even need Xiang Yang to tell him to continue the extradition tactics, but to extradite his mortal body. Unfortunately, it was useless to let him perform the extradition tactics. Did not appear.

"Is this guy born flawed, others have ten thousand sentences, he is only nine hundred and ninety-nine?"

Xiang Yang muttered, although it seemed a little impossible, but after waiting for so long, Moya failed to attract the last body of the world. Obviously, either this guy has only 99999 times of the world. The body, either, is the last one that has been destroyed.

"Forget it, after absorbing your nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand lives, I don't believe you can break through, tweeting."

Xiang Yang laughed, and the whole person sat cross-legged at the bottom of the river, looking at Moya's tragic, almost crazy look. The more he looked, the more comfortable he was.

In the face of strong foreigners, no matter how to deal with each other, he will not have any burden on his heart.

boom!

Moya is still playing the extradition tactics. He trembling as a whole, knowing that he is going to have a big deal, but he refuses to give up. As long as the river of fate still exists, he cannot give up this opportunity.

If he gave up, he was really dead.

At this time, all of the dozen or so saint-level strongmen who flew out came back. Their faces were very ugly, and they looked at the river of destiny, and they looked at the cliff that is frantically exerting the extradition tactics. All sighed.

Even if they are the Lord of Chaos, no one can help Cliff.

Moya can't get a life from the river of destiny, can't complete the last step of detachment, it is destined not to become a saint of chaos. In this way, no matter how powerful the power of the cliff is, it's useless to be a side of arrogance.

Even the sloppy old man sighed and said to Moya, "Moya, don't waste your time, it's useless."

"No, Master, I don't believe it. I can definitely find my eternal body. I don't believe it ... The eternal body will come out to me."

Moya radiated his hair, still roaring, his primordial spirit has become materialized, almost exactly like himself, he desperately exhibited the extradition tactics, trying to extradite his whole body with his last effort, but unfortunately, no use.

boom!

At this time, accompanied by a roar, it seemed that even the river of destiny ignored him, directly jumped and disappeared from the void.

As a result, even Cliff desperately has no place to desperately.

He froze.

"Why ... how could this be?"

"I am Cliff, I am the top ten arrogant in the Panyu Chaos World, my eternal body, why, why can't I extradite the eternal body?"

"why?"

Moya looked blankly at nothingness, and even Yuanshen had forgotten to return to the body.

"Alas ... a good arrogance, it's so useless."

The strong men present shook their heads.

The priests who followed the cliff, the chaotic sage together with the sloppy old man, all sighed and turned away with regret.

If the Cliff can break through the sanctification normally, it will definitely be able to become the level of Chaos Lord in the future, but the Cliff ca n’t even be reached by the saints. From then on, it can only be regarded as a waste and reduced to everyone in the Panyu Chaos World Mocking waste.

Below, those who watched the lively Yasheng strong and Chaos saints all left with a sigh.

After watching the excitement, their hearts, whether they are gloating or sighing, are useless. They should still leave when they should leave. Otherwise, the cliff will go crazy, and it is estimated that it will be a big kill. If you catch someone, you will fight with the other party. .

Even the chaotic saint does n’t want to fight against the quasi-saint, Cliff. After all, although this guy is a waste that ca n’t extradite the 'Eternal Life', but his combat power is truly in Yasheng, he can confront the chaotic saint. The presence.

In the blink of an eye, in the chaotic void, only Cliff and his master left, and the little girl named Moxian.

The Primordial God of Moya still stood in the void, shaking his head incredulously and whispering, without any tendency to return to his physical body. His master, the sloppy old man, shook his head and sighed, "The matter is gone At this point, it's useless to say anything, go back. "

Having said that, he waved his hand and directly kicked the primordial spirit of the cliff into the flesh.

"Master, I don't believe that I can't extradite the world, and someone in the river of destiny will harm me."

After Moya returned to the flesh, he raised his head and looked at his master with coldness.

"The river of destiny, even the supreme ancestor, cannot intervene, unless it is the real master, if you really want to deal with you, then you can only admit it."

The sloppy old man shook his head and said.

"No, although the other party's murderous face wants to deal with me, but through the other party's eyes, I can know that the other party is definitely not a saint of chaos, at most it is just like me."

Moya remembered the malicious gaze he felt when he first jumped over the river of fate, and he was more certain that someone was hurting him.

He raised his head and looked at his master, begging, "Master, somebody hurts me, what should I do?"

"calm."

The sloppy old man also felt very headache. How did he know what to do, not to mention him, even if their heavenly saint, the Supreme Patriarch, came to no avail.

He could only sip and let the cliff calm down. However, how could the cliff calm down, he shouted angrily, "No, how can I calm down, my road to break is broken, what should I do, ah Ah ... "

He roared wildly, wanting to vent his grief and anger, even his master's words were not listened to.

"Master, what should we do?"

Moxian flew by, looking at the roaring cliff, with a pity on his face.

"Even you despise me, hahaha, I don't believe I can't be sanctified, I must be sanctified, I will be sanctified ..."

Moxian's pitying eyes stimulated the cliff even more. The cliff roared wildly without stopping at all. The whole person rushed towards the distant chaos and disappeared in the blink of an eye.