Chapter 257

Now.

The king of heaven is dreaming, and his face is clear of tears.

The sword moves in his hands are out of order.

As a woman who lived eight million years, she felt only one heart at this time, all of them were severely beaten by a whip, which made her completely in pain.

"Why, why!"

Every time I wield a sword, the strong sword spirit penetrates a huge galaxy in an instant. At the next moment, one of the twelve galaxies disappears into a bubble.

This is a whole cultivation!

But after only being penetrated by a sword Qi, it completely disappeared. That kind of feeling is just like the air.

This scene.

Many ancient emperors in the outside world, as well as emperor Qianyuan, fengjiuxiao and others, all felt a thrill and a heart could not help jumping wildly.

Especially now.

These guys attacking the galaxy.

The whole body, like wild grass ravaged by the wind, shivers wildly and the breath is frozen.

Eyes wide.

The pupils contracted sharply.

Just looking at the white figure in such a horrible sword, who was still walking around and avoiding at will, Emperor Qianyuan, and all the people in the 14 galaxy, his face was dull and completely stupid. Looking at this scene, he was giggling with all his strength.

"I What are we doing? It's not a dimensional existence at all. I We went to provoke each other... "

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

This moment.

Among the 14 Galaxy camps, they just stood up, one by one, and fell to the ground again.

Look at the void of the universe.

The white dress, with only one finger, flicked open the sword of Wang mingmeng. His legs were completely soft and his whole body was twitching. His face was white and his lips were shaking.

"Here What level of existence is this? "

Many ancient emperors in the outside world are full of stupidity and confusion. They can't speak a word.

Compared with other distant realms.

You can only feel everything, not see it.

The East emperor has no sky, the time is quiet, the air is xuanran. These three nearest four emperors are now full of horror and horror.

Look at the line of sight.

The two flickering figures in the visible range, especially when looking at Chu Lingxiao, the pupil suddenly shrank, and then a deep fear came out.

The next moment.

Three people, directly collapsed on the ground, no longer have time to care about any aftershocks, will destroy their galaxy.

They are now.

Just want to

Be quiet.

This time, I thought that the galaxy would be attacked by 14 galaxies without any turning room. This ancient galaxy with tens of millions of years of cultivation and civilization will eventually become a slave Galaxy without dignity.

But now.

None of them can believe it.

In the Milky way, there is a terrifying existence like an ant, even in the dream of the king of heaven.

Yes!

Believe it or not, at this time, the emperor of heaven, who has been invincible for eight million years, has no way to deal with each other at all.

Even in their eyes.

Chu Lingxiao didn't want to give a hand to the ghost dream of the emperor. He was so fierce that he could destroy a galaxy with one sword. His eyes were full of loneliness and peace from beginning to end.

"Fourteen galaxies, over..."

Many ancient emperors in the outside world are dumb, with a touch of bitterness on their lips. No one can accept it. The end will be like this.

It was thought that the Milky way had no possibility of turning over. It would be directly attacked by 14 galaxies, but now the result is the opposite.

In their eyes, there's a terrible lineup that can crush any galaxy.

In front of this white dress.

So vulnerable.

Even.

Even the eight jails and nine turns of Zhendi field, which can only exist in legends, were created by the other side. This is the eight jails and nine turns of Zhendi field!

In a real sense!

The supreme treasure that can really revive a person!

The Milky way.

This time, instead of dying out, we can use the power of eight jails and nine turns to revive all the dead.

This moment.

In the eyes of many ancient emperors, in addition to the strong shock, there is only endless envy.

There are eight jails and nine turns to the town court.

The whole galaxy, in a strict sense, has become an immortal place!

This moment.

It's like the end of vent. She finally stops.

Dang!

Only one sword fell into the void and made a clear sound.

The next moment.

Only to see the ghost dream of the God of desolation, that cold face, full of sadness and desolation, the whole person looked up, as if he had been drained of his whole body power, and looked up to the sky with a miserable smile.

"I have been waiting for you for eight million years. I have killed all my compatriots for you. I have cultivated immortal Dharma just to wait for you to come back. Now, you tell me that you can't come back."

"Hahahaha, WuFan, you Tell me, you tell me, I've done so much for what!!! "

To the end.

Eyes have no luster, a pair of cold eyes, only endless emptiness and gloom.

Look at this.

Chu Lingxiao's eyes are still as calm as water. It seems that he has seen so many things. Apart from the quietness and deepness in his eyes, there is no change at all.

But as he turned the moment.

Emperor Qianyuan, all of the 14 galaxies, and ye fan, who was nailed to the surface of the moon, felt a strong chill, deep into the bone marrow, and suddenly hit them, which made them shiver instantly.

Someone just wanted to run away.

The man turned into a corpse and appeared in the dark abyss of the earth.

Next,

is a huge chain running through the body, floating there, frightening everyone on the spot, afraid to move.

"Although it is impossible to revive the emperor perfectly, the eight jails and nine turns to the town court can revive others perfectly."

Chu Lingxiao looks at emperor Qianyuan.

"It's two more to finish."

The next moment.

This sentence.

Scared emperor Qianyuan and ye fan, their faces were frightened, and their hair was rooted.

Bang!

Emperor Qianyuan, a fifteen way emperor, was killed by seckill!

Bang!

Millions of galactic friars, the same!

Ye Fan's arms and legs suddenly trembled wildly. He looked at the dejected King Ming dream in the distance and desperately asked for help.

But still.

The next second, appeared under the abyss, was a chain through the body and died.

Just a few seconds.

The 14 powerful galaxies that transformed the whole galaxy into a sea of fire turned into a corpse in an instant.

This scene.

In the eyes of many ancient emperors outside, breathing stopped.

The emperor has no sky, the time is quiet, the air xuanran three people, is full of shock and stagnation.

Only Chu Lingxiao, as if he had done a trivial thing, turned around again, his eyes were very calm, and he looked at the dark dream of the king of heaven. He said lightly:

"I can let you go, but..."

However.

I didn't finish.

Wang mingmeng suddenly laughs at the sky again, and the smile is full of desolation.

"WuFan If I can't be resurrected, how can I live, even if I am the king of gods... "

The next moment.

A beautiful blood flower, from the white and tender jade neck, spreads in the whole void of the universe.

Chu Lingxiao's eyes remained unchanged until the dark dream of the emperor disappeared from his own eyes. Only then did he see a trace of vicissitudes and coolness in his eyes. He sighed and echoed the universe outside the galaxy.

"One day, the emperor will be perfectly revived..."

This day.

Many galaxies are dim.

Chu Lingxiao is more brilliant than the light of the galaxy, just like a star enveloping the universe.

This day.

Many Galaxy ancient emperor's eyes, quietly retreat.

Only the tenth samsara ancient gate, in the light of Chu Lingxiao, slowly dissipated and became a few words.

To the depths of the galaxy.

Dream, live well.

I, WuFan, haven't said those three words to you in my whole life.

If there is an afterlife.

I want to say to you:

"I love you..."