Transcending the Nine Heavens

Nine Heavens.

Outside Zixia City.

Chu Yang and Tie Hu Tian were holding each other in one place, and the blood flowing from the hearts of the two people was remitted into a bunch, winding and flowing.

Seeing this scene, everyone around them relieved their breath. Finally, that frightening and horrible atmosphere disappeared...

This terrible man is finally dead.

Fortunately, if not, the world will only be in disarray.

The clouds on one side of the sky, stranger roads, Zihuang and others look more complex. Watching one of his own enemies die in front of himself, and still so fiercely hegemonic, in every heart is a trivial, unspeakable death.

Just a little bit of luck - you don't have to fight this horrible guy at last.

But there is a little or a little loss in my mind...

“Clean it up.” The heavens in the clouds sigh long: “Chuyang is dead, but... he is always a man who deserves our respect. Help him bury himself. ”

Suddenly, a voice sounded with a faint smile: “Who says he's dead? ”

Everybody's a jerk.

Then it was discovered that in the presence of a man in white was not known when he appeared. No one found out how he got here, just so suddenly on the field, it seemed like he had been here all along!

The white man stood in front of the crowd with his hands behind his back, isolating everyone from the eyes of Chuyang and Chuyang.

The masters, including those facing the white man, can only see the back. He's got a light on him. With this white light, you can only see one figure, you can't even see the body, and you can't even see the face.

This was totally unwarranted, but it just appeared, and even somehow there was a feeling that it should be.

As if that were the case, it is only right.

Many of those present were powerful and resolute in their hearts, and instantly noticed something different. The subconscious spinning god spyed on the white man in front of them.

But it was surprising to find that this man had a very tight defense, isolating any divine spying.

Anyone with a snoop feels the intense pain of their own gods as if they were burned by fire.

A fierce fear instantly struck the crowd.

A pervert just died and now there's another one like this.

The same is powerful enough to be unspeakable!

No, although Chuyang is powerful, there is always a limit, most of which has not exceeded the Saints' level limit, but this white man is really unpredictable, far beyond the cognitive scope of everyone in the place!

Only this white man held Chuyang and Tie Tie Tian together in one hand, while the other grabbed Tie Tian Tian, and said faintly: “Everyone go home early, um, help me to inform you that tonight's auction will be changed tomorrow night, and the rules will remain the same! ”

Then he pulled himself out, and the sound of "shudder” disappeared.

Just jumped into the air and disappeared.

On the ground, there was nothing but a wretched corpse.

Everyone looked at each other clearly, but everyone was confused.

Chuyang and Iron Replenishment are clearly dead, and the soul is scattered.

The auction must need to be hosted by Chu Yang, Chu Yang is dead, what else is there to auction?

Besides, the white man just made it clear that Chuyang is not dead, but here, thousands of eyes look at each other, everyone is dead, how come he is not dead? Can't we all be blind?

At one point, the crowd got a little dizzy.

Of course, the most dizzy thing is: who is the white man?!

Why are you here all of a sudden?

And so strong, so deep and unpredictable!

On the mountains!

A white shadow came flying fast, no one on the mountain at all found that that person was moving too fast, had exceeded the extreme that humans could sense, at most a thousandth of a moment of sight, the white man had reached the top of the mountain, blocked in the soul stone long sword cold light flashing, no signs of automatic upward pulling, that white shadow did not say grabbing Chuyang and iron to supplement the flying body to plunder in!

The sword falls again.

Everything went back the way it was, and nothing seemed to have happened.

Or because it all happened so quickly that no one really noticed the difference!

Beneath the Soul Stone, in the realm of the Divine Source.

The Holocaust is flying around in a whistle. Chuyang and that horrible guy have already left. Why don't you just let it go? At least he's quiet. There's no plague.

Just one advantage is enough, how comfortable!

It must be a little lonely here, but it's better than being raped, isn't it?

After the last thing, he could not wait to go out and cheer up the evil spirit. At this time, as if his head had been poured with cold water, even his heart had cooled for a while. Although he, at this time, did not have that organ at all, he felt cold, the same as before...

It's too dangerous out there, randomly come a heavenly little guy, behind the mountain is so horrible, I don't know what's more horrible out there... I'll just stay here.

So much is happening, so much nonsense, and all of a sudden there's a wind in the air!

“Wind?” The Grieving Soul looked at the sky suspiciously: "It hasn't been wind in this space for thousands of years... how come there is wind now? What's going on?”

Then I saw the guy who had just gone out not long before returning, and he was lying on the ground so silently.

The Harassment Spirit sees someone, suddenly jumps, tears are coming out. Although he has no tears for a long time, he still subconsciously turns his soul into physical soul fluids to show the excitement in his heart. It's more like being hovered by hundreds of thousands of grass horses in his heart: “Ancestor... why are you back... it's not fun here, why are you back when you have not searched for all the good things, I don't welcome you back, did you not see my tears, is to see you back excited, but this is really nothing...”

Wait till you get a look at it, it just startled you again.

Oh, my God. How could that happen? How did this happen?!

Touchdown, Chuyang closed his eyes, especially with a smile on his face, but he didn't breathe at all. If he said he didn't breathe well, but even a little spiritual fluctuation was gone, which means that the event is big. This is a sign of death, and it is still the kind of thing that the soul is extinguished from...

The spirit of the disaster burst into tears, and the liquid of the solid soul ran out as if it didn't want money.

“Ancestor... you are my own ancestor... if you want to die, don't die here with me... how can I explain this? If the Ancestor Sha Shen sees you like this, he doesn't know how to figure it out. This will take my life, God, the earth, don't bring such a player, help...”

At this moment, the mind of the Holocaust is all in those last three words, reflecting perfectly!

Then, poof, another sound, another body fell from the air, but this man was a woman. It is amazing to see that this woman is very fragrant and has an abnormal beauty. Even in such a situation, she is still stunned. However, unfortunately, she is not breathing. She has no soul. She is also a corpse. She is also the type of person who cannot die anymore.

“What a shame...” The Grief Spirit snarled: “Such a wonderful man, there are people who can't help destroying flowers, a real bastard...”

“Hmm? What did you say?” One voice said somewhat surprisingly: “Oh, so it's your boy... I can't believe that your boy has really built a spirit of distress. It's good, it's really good, although there's one more of you, it's fine. ”

The sweat all over the spirit of the disaster was erected, and he looked back like a cyclone, just behind him, and a white man stood with a gentle smile on his face.

“Oh... my God...” Shipwreck sat on the ground with his ass, his eyes “popping” directly, turning into two black smokes.

What a surprise!

What a shock!

This white man has a gentle face, a long robe, dark as ink, a crown jade, three strands of black jaw, a suspended nose, eyes like a meteor, when he is a real talent, he drifts out of the dust.

Beyond that, there is an obvious literary talent and literary style all over the body. When it is truly stylish, people can't help but feel good about it.

But in the face of such a kind and dear good man, the Grieving Spirit has scared the shit out of him!

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The white man sighed: “It's really hard for you. After all these years, I can't believe I remember what I look like. It's so rare. ”

In the face of the righteous master, the wretched spirit, this would have been long gone. In the morning, in the face of Chuyang, he scolded the snow and tears and the pride of the purple sky. He nodded with a low voice and a glowing face: “Didi... my brother... the Emperor's style is better than in the past. This one... the little man is naturally fresh in memory... hey... the eternal life is also not to be forgotten. ”

This white man, undoubtedly, is naturally a cold tear, the Eastern Emperor.

When he nodded, he still had that friendly look, and asked warmly, "Well, don't you still remember hating me, are you looking for revenge? If so, this is a good opportunity. I'm too busy to be free. ”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...” The Holy Spirit of Doom repeatedly sounded, never found his tongue so clear: “Well, where is the liver... Lord Emperor has always been gracious to the little ones as the mountains, like the sea, the little ones have no recompense. He had to bow down, and after his death he tried to repay them. How dare you offend Tiger Wei? Even if I had 10,000 boldness myself, I would not dare to borrow 10,000 more boldness from the Emperor. Lord Wanwangwang understands that the dwarf is now nothing more than a soul. He is surprised by the emperor's honor and fearful inside...”