Universe’s Ultimate BOSS

Before the road to heaven.

Extreme heavenly saints rush to the edge of the Poor Qi, then pinch a finger and push harder against the Poor Qi.

“Wang...”

Poor and painful sounds of a miserable dog, and then a white light is drawn out of the body by the Holy One.

“Ha ha, now we can finally refine the super artifact of Sanshen Mountain! ”

The heavenly saint laughed heavenly, then quickly put away the poor soul and decided to go back and integrate the poor soul into Sanshen Mountain.

“Wonderful! ”

Beixuan looked excited and hurried to give his grateful eyes to Wang Hao.

If this little master hadn't killed Poor Qi, he really didn't know how long it would take to use the Sanshen Mountain super artifact.

Of course, both Beixuan and Ultra Heavenly Saints do not know, this super artifact has long been with Wang Hao.

“Boom boom...”

At this point, a thunderbolt sounded completely empty.

The Eternal Heavenly Saint frowned and saw countless thunderstorms fall, forming a huge thunderous ocean, chopping all those who wanted to board the path to heaven without buying tickets into ashes.

See this scene, the whole boiling noise instantly sounds.

“Damn King Hao, he really wants to monopolize the road to heaven! ”

“How can this day's robbery be ordered by Wang Hao Demon King!? ”

“King Wang Hao has not been understood since he came out, and it is not surprising that he can now control the heavenly robbery. ”

“Forget about it, we'll find a way to break through, and then the road to heaven matters. ”

“But this day's robbery is too wide for us to break through! ”

“Shit, do you really have to pay for tickets!? ”

“Damn Wang Hao, how could he be so bad!? Everywhere you go, you can harm people. ”

“Forget the scourge, but he can make a fortune without a single scourge. ”

“Isn't this god of creation blind?!? Why don't you drop a thunder and kill this scourge! ”

“Genesis gods are bitches. Maybe they're still waiting for Wang Hao to rejoice in the drink. ”

“Shit, I'm willing to be a bitch from today on, a bitch who can reach Wang Hao's height...”

“You see, the saints broke in...”

“ ……… ”

The whole scene looked up in a hurry, and only a hundred saints seemed to be fine, swimming constantly in the dense thundersea, then gradually approaching the path to the sky.

The heavenly saint frowned: "The heavenly robbery is powerful, but for the saint, as long as they truly want to escape, they will not be able to split. ”

The Evil Night Saint looked at him and said, “If this hundred or more saints come together, I'm afraid we can't stop them all. ”

The Holy One sighs: "We can stop as much as we can, and as for the rest, even if they're in bad luck! ”

“Unfortunately!? ”

The Evil Night Saint looks confused and doesn't understand what the Extreme Heavenly Saint is saying. This is bad luck as if it were them too!?

"Last time I talked to Master Xiao, I learned that he had gained a divine power to practice flesh in the treasure of killing God, but he needed to practice with the blood of the saints, and now Master Xiao's flesh is only one step away from becoming holy. ”

“I suddenly feel sorry for them! ”

The Evil Night Saint gave the rushing Saint a sympathetic look, hoping that they would not be too desperate later.

………

Road to Heaven.

Wang Hao steadily landed on the first step.

At that moment, a pounding pressure suddenly pressed down, slowing down the true air movement in his body.

“Holy shit, isn't that too repressive!? ”

Wang Hao almost fell to the ground without being suppressed by this power.

“Ding Dong, Congratulations host for waging war and gaining 4 million Demon Points. ”

“Only 4 million!? ”

Wang Hao looked back and found that the number of people invested by both sides was less than 10 million. The gap between the war and the tens of billions of people a hundred years ago was too great.

“Shh...”

At this moment, a hurried wind broke out.

Wang Hao was slightly stunned and saw that more than a dozen saints were steadily landing on the path to heaven.

"Master Xiao, there are too many saints here, I and the Night Saints can't stop them at all, so you can take care of them yourself. ”

“No problem, it's time for my body to break through! ”

Wang Haocheng gently picked the corner, and the true qi in his body concentrated on the sword of the dominion, so that hundreds of meters square were covered by the sword of vertical and horizontal turbulence.

A dozen saints changed their faces and quickly pulled out their weapons to guard themselves.

"Wang Hao, the slayer is almost on the road to heaven, and it is very unwise of you to spend time with us here. ”

Wang Hao laughed: “You guys are so funny, I don't think it would be a big deal to waste three seconds. ”

“Three seconds!? ”

A dozen saints were pissed off on the spot. This one trained only for more than a hundred years. Faced with them, a dozen saints said they couldn't last three seconds. This Uncle Nima couldn't stand it, even more so!

“You don't believe me! ”

Wang Hao smiled slightly, his eyes burst out a cold light, his figure quickly took a lightning forward step, the slightly flashing sword of the Lord suddenly lit out to break the void.

Meanwhile, the sword on the sword of the dominion is flooded with void like tide, and the sight-seeing sword light is like a star falling into the earth, spreading out of the sky.

“How could it be! ”

A dozen saints' pupils shrunk sharply, and a chill flashed from the floor of their feet to their hearts, feeling that they still underestimated the king.

Before there was any hesitation, more than a dozen saints grabbed their weapons quickly to greet them.

“...”

The next second, the dazzling lightsaber shadows of both sides collided sharply, causing the void to tremble as if it had been torn apart, and a visible ripple continued to spread.

A saint was happy to discover that King Wang Hao was not as horrified as he had imagined.

“You seem so proud! ”

Wang Hao picked the corner gently and slightly turned the sword of the Lord in his hand, stabbing it into the heart of a saint at an extremely harsh angle.

The rest of the saints instantly looked at Wang Hao as if he were a rainbow. There was no pause, and the sword in his hand kept shaking.

“Ah…”

The next second, one miserable scream sounded, only the saint fell into the bloodshed one after the other.

Three seconds later.

Wang Hao stopped and the sword of the Lord in his hand drowned slightly. A drop of blood slowly dripped from the top onto the white jade steps.

The whole crowd stared at each other, and the dozen saints were actually killed by Wang Hao in seconds, which is too exaggerated!?

“Three seconds just right! ”

Wang Haocheng smiled, then looked up at the god killing, ready to absorb blood, after the flesh became holy, a drum rushed up to dry the god killing...