Chapter 295

Bai Wushuang also felt the breath on the ancient road, and his face turned white, which was no better than me.

At this time, the battle between Wang pangzi and Wang Dafeng was coming to an end. The supernatural skills of the giant spirit Protoss were used. Unfortunately, in the face of two strong people in the same realm, the powerful supernatural skills didn't work.

In the middle stage, the little saint was cut, and the saint pattern was even more terrible. It covered half the sky. The exile channel opened very fast. At the moment of being cut, a hole several meters in diameter was opened to pull Wang Dafu and Wang pangzi into it.

However, at this time, the demons appeared behind the two people at the same time, with the void on their heads, stepping on the earth and standing for 100 meters. The rolling demonic Qi was like the heads accumulated one by one, and there were countless.

The opening of the mouth of the virtual shadow of the heavenly devil was a roar. The two great demons stretched out their arms at the same time, tore a holy grain, tore it in half and chewed it in their mouth.

My scalp was numb, especially those heads, which were more frightening than the forgotten River in the underworld.

The holy grain of the little saint was torn, and the exile channel was broken, and the virtual shadow of the heavenly devil was dimmed.

At this time, Han also came out of another void, stained with blood, and held a weapon in his hand, which was an artifact in the little holy hand.

In the underworld, she got a Thor hammer. Unfortunately, it needs divine power to activate it and can't be used.

The lotus flower fell and put Xiaosheng's weapons into the portable space. Obviously, the peak Xiaosheng was cut off by her.

But the temple was still there, and we were not happy, and the Han fell and said: These are just cannon fodder. Although they have divine blood, they are estimated to be the role of house guards in the upper world. When they came down, they just released the temple. The kind of three people with eyes is the personal transmission of heaven. Their strength and magic tools are unfathomable.

Han Dan said, stepping towards the shining temple.

But just as she approached, a strange image suddenly appeared in the temple. The scattered light converged into a light column and hit the void directly, just above the cracked space. For a time, there were fairy voices everywhere, with fairy virtual shadows flying in the air, just like the fairyland opened, and the magnificent golden light bloomed around the sky, embellishing our sky into a holy land.

There is a great voice in the void, and it seems that there is a powerful sermon in the blur, which frightens the people.

Han Han hurriedly shouted: come to me, the great saint is going to fight.

As soon as I heard it, my heart broke and my body trembled.

Before the great sage started, the whole heaven and earth had been drawn out by his law. He felt that all the heaven and earth were under his control and there was nowhere to escape.

We all gathered around Han, and at this time, a big hand was sticking out of the light column. The law of the Qingling world emerged to suppress his birth, but at this time, the light column of the temple suddenly spread, covered the law of the Qingling world and forced it down.

For a moment, the big hand fell from the sky, covering the whole world in an instant, sweeping through the terrible strange image. In just one second, the mountains of the whole secret territory collapsed one after another, and were directly pressed into the ground. Within the range of sight, they were wiped out.

Han Dan's face turned white. It is estimated that this will exceed her expectation. The great saint is far from being compared with the small saint. It is a gap, just like after and before juxia. The difference is that before and after juxia is related to the holy grain, while before and after the great saint is related to the law.

Golden giant hands are everywhere. What moves is the law, which is equivalent to us fighting against a world.

This power has gone beyond the scope that Han can resist. No wonder she will be worried in the underworld.

The voice was ethereal, and the terrible pressure continued to fall. Wang pangzi and Wang Dafeng used their last strength to stop it. The magic shadows behind them were broken. They fell straight to the ground and their bodies swelled like inflation.

Han Peng hugged me tightly. His hands were shaking, but he was very powerful. His eyes were not staring at his head, but looked farther away, as if looking forward to something. Then he suddenly said with joy: the flying dragon bridge is still there.

She reminded me that I looked in the direction of Feilong bridge and found that the surrounding mountains had been flattened, except that the dozens of peaks supporting Feilong bridge were still intact, but at this time, under the pressure of the great saint, the whole bridge was shaking, the dragon patterns on it were flying, and a special force was erupting.

At this moment, I was a little surprised, but not happy, because the standing of Feilong bridge can only prove that it is not vulgar and can not resist the great saint.

Han Han was very happy. He hugged me with one hand for fear that I would be swept away by the breath of the great saint as soon as he let go.

But I know what she thinks. Even if she dies, she will die together.

With his right hand, he took out the Xuanyuan sword, and the power of faith emerged. It was the belief of hundreds of millions of creatures and countless generations in the Yellow Emperor.

Instead of attacking, she sang, singing in an ancient language.

Bai Wushuang said in surprise: Dragon language.

Han did not answer. With her singing voice, the endless power of faith flew away from Xuanyuan sword, gathered into white light bands, and floated to Feilong bridge at a very fast speed.

The great saint noticed something, and the big hand covering heaven and earth stopped in the void. Then there was a sneer from the void: no one can protect you. Today you will die.

It was the voice of the great saint, coming from heaven and earth, as if it were omnipresent.

Han Dan didn't answer. He spewed out a large mouthful of emperor's blood, hundreds of drops, and all of them didn't enter the Xuanyuan sword. For a time, the power of faith became stronger and the speed became very fast. In a short time, they all disappeared into the flying dragon bridge.

The great saint of the void did not appear, and his huge hand still covered the sky. The light of the temple suppressed the law of the pure spirit world and made him unbridled.

There are good things in the temple. I'm afraid that's the secret that they can act recklessly.

Hanhe raised his long sword and made a distant call to the sky. He was very sincere and solemn. He shouted in a bleak voice: wake up! Protect your heirs!

The desolate voice was suppressed by the Taoist voice of the great sage without coming out too far.

But at this time, Linglong came out with the surviving semi saints and saints. It was obvious that the battle below was over. They came out and saw the big hands covering the sky. Each palm print ran through the sky. It was very terrible. They were all trembling.

But hearing the desolate voice of Han, they felt something and suddenly fell on their knees. Even saints like Li Yuantian became very pious at this time.

Han Peng said to the sky: you never know the power of Qingling world.

Before the great saint answered, Xuanyuan sword broke the air. It was fearless of the great saint's authority and danced in the void. Each sword opened a time and space. That was the past years. In each time and space, countless mortals were praying.

With the opening of time and space, time is passing. The last time and space is opened. What emerges is a modern steel city. They do not kneel down, but they scatter the power of faith in every living creature.

Chinese dynasties call themselves descendants of the dragon. Thousands of years of faith, even without pious kowtow, the voice and faith have always existed in everyone's heart, that is power.

The world of numbers opens and endless power surges.

The great saint realized that the situation was bad and wanted to make a move, but at this time, his hand was pressed down, as if he had received terrible resistance. And the previous extraordinary power to destroy here was blocked and could not fall.

His voice, which triggered the grand voice of the law of heaven and earth, was completely suppressed by endless prayers.

Buddhists are no more than you, but they can achieve the Buddha and the Buddha. And thousands of years of belief in dragons can't be counted. Even if it's just mortals, it's still shocking.

The great saint was anxious and gave a roar. The law veins appeared on the giant hand covering the sky, mobilized the power of the divine world, forcibly pressed it down, and with a loud click, the invisible power guarding the Dragon holy land was broken.

The power of faith is strong, but can't resist the attack of the great sage?

I'm a little desperate.

Han's face also showed anxiety and shouted again: wake up and protect your heirs.

The grand voice of the great saint sneered and said: meaningless struggle. In this world, the great saint is respected. You are all mole ants. It's your honor to be killed by me today.

The giant hand pressed down, and the Han corpse's teeth exposed. He tried his best to protect me in his arms. The open force field also protected the people, but Linglong and they were too far away. The semi holy capital was coughing up blood and the body was disintegrating, which would be wiped out.

Heaven and mole ants have no resistance.

My heart is sad, but I allow the small wooden axe to be extraordinary and the secret plate to be extraordinary. Under the authority of the sage, its light is dim and can not show the ultimate power.

The power they can release is ultimately related to me.

Han Peng coughed up blood in a big mouth. There was a half saint in the distance who couldn't bear it. His body exploded and turned into a blood mist. One or two

Each one is priceless for the current Qingling world. Unfortunately, it was wiped out by the great saint at this time and has no resistance.

Han Pang sighed and took back Xuanyuan sword, but those open time and space still exist and continue to release the power of faith.

Shelter is just a joke. The descendants of the dragon, but you call yourself.

The great saint opened his mouth, made a mockery, and his hands fell mercilessly.

But just as his voice fell, the Feilong bridge suddenly shook, collapsed the animal bones accumulated on it, and exploded dozens of mountains supporting it. After countless years, the bridge floated in the air, swayed left and right, shaking the traces of years on its body.

For a time, the whole bridge was shining, and the bridge columns were turning into bones.

A breath of vicissitudes erupted from it, shaking left and right, shattering the force of the void.

The great saint in the sky shouted angrily, and his palm fell down again. Ruthlessly said: the dragon family has been destroyed. ZuLong will never show up. Kill you today.

When the great saint opened his mouth, the laws were changing. The huge palm instantly shrunk and turned into a kilometer huge hand. He stretched out a finger and pointed out to the flying dragon bridge.

Behind that finger, there is a world hooked by laws. Although it is still incomplete, it is terrible enough to make people tremble.

With the transfer of the power of oppression, we have a chance to breathe, but at that moment, more than a dozen semi saints have been wiped out.

Seeing the great sage's finger fall, the Feilong bridge suddenly made a sound of vicissitudes, like waking up from the eternal silence: I came from ancient times to protect my heirs.