"Shi Yin, I don't seem to have much to do with you, do you?" What Ye Hao said was unexpected.

"What?" The sound of the poem was stunned.

"I'm not here to flirt with you. I'm officially notifying you of the evacuation of SkyCity." Ye Hao said indifferently, "I'll give you three months to evacuate from the eastern regions. After three months, the army of yanhuangzong will take action."

"Ye Hao." As soon as the poem was said, the gold body was filled with waves like the sea.

This wave, powerful and powerful, is not below the poetic tone.

The pupil of poetic sound shrinks, "why can your golden body step into such a state?"

"Do you think I'll tell you?"

"Master ye, your golden body skill comes from my sky city?" At this time, the three ancestors could not help saying.

"If I hadn't seen that the city of sky had been kind to me, do you think I might have let out most of the eastern regions?" Ye Hao took a look at the third ancestor.

There was an uproar.

They realized that they had been wrong.

The reason why yanhuangzong gave up the eastern regions was actually to repay their gratitude.

"Then why do you take it back now?"

"I've told you why."

"Master ye, are you going back on your promise?"

"I betray myself?" Hearing this, Ye Hao said with a sneer, "your sky city will move even the affiliated forces of our Yanhuang sect? Since you are not particular about the sky city, why should I be polite to you? "

"It was just a misunderstanding?" The third ancestor said.

"It's a misunderstanding. I'm sure you know it." Ye Hao looked calm and said, "your strength has improved a lot over the years, haven't you?"? Do you think you can ignore the details of yanhuangzong? "

When Ye Hao said this, Jin Shen gave a blow to the poem.

This fist is a surprise to the sky;

this one is amazing and brilliant;

this one pushes the world through the ages.

Almost all the friars sat on the ground, even if they were masters such as the third patriarch, who were forbidden by half step, they were no exception.

They looked with horror at the fist that could suppress the whole sky. They could not even resist in their hearts.

The eyes of the poetic sound bloomed like the sun and the moon. When her hands were spread out, a whirlpool formed in it.

This whirlpool radiates the waves of the epoch-making, which is daunting.

"Heaven and earth in the palm?" Ye Hao murmured.

The next moment that whirlpool turned into a huge black hole, any dare to approach her existence will be mercilessly devoured.

However, when the golden body's fist meaning blows next to the black hole, the black hole has not been able to swallow that fist meaning for a while.

It's like Mars hitting the earth.

The voice of the poem changed.

She knew how strong the golden body was when she really fought?

The power of the golden body is pure and overbearing.

This kind of pure to the bone, this kind of hegemony to the artistic conception.

"Master, the golden body depends on the power of faith, and it can't last long." At this time, the fifth ancestor said.

His face lit up.

"Ye Hao, I'd like to see how long your golden body can last?" The poetic voice sneers.

"I think my golden body can still hold out to beat you." When the voice dropped, Ye Hao mobilized the power of the belief of the Yellow Emperor.

At the same time, Ye Hao found that the power of Yan Huang sect's belief had been converged into an endless sea.

Relatively speaking, he used only a very small part before.

Boom!

The vast power of faith broke through the sky and fell on the body of the golden body through a special channel.

The breath of the golden body suddenly rose.

The world in the hand of the poem suddenly trembles, and the face of the poem becomes ugly.

"Poetic sound, my golden body depends on the power of faith, but why don't you practice it?" Ye Hao said faintly, "the power of faith can make you improve faster, but it can also make you wither quickly. Without the power of faith, your way will collapse. "

"Shut up." Roared the poem.

Poetry is not reconciled to failure.

It's not easy to have this situation today.

But now it's going to fall apart.

Without the territory of the eastern region, she will not only reduce the power of faith by a quarter, but also the power of other regions.

"Dad, don't bully your mother like that, OK?" At this time, the poem and painting said with red eyes.

Ye Hao was stunned.

He has some stunned poems and paintings.

"Father, mother, these years have been very difficult, you let her not good?" Shi Hua sniffed and looked at Ye Hao pitifully.

Look at the small faces of poems and paintings, and then look at the poetry sounds.Ye Hao's heart softened and waved to the golden body.

Gold body suddenly toward the front of a blow, the poetry of that side of the world suddenly disintegrated, and the gold body at this time is light drift back.

"With yanhuangzong as the center, I want half of the territory of the eastern region." Ye Hao put down this sentence and turned away.

"Wait a minute." Exclaimed the poet.

Ye Hao can't help but stop.

"What's the matter?"

"How did you do this time?" Said the poet, biting his lips.

"The divine realm is preserved." Ye Hao was silent for a while.

"I never worry about the failure of the divine realm. What I ask you is how are your grades?"

"Do you know how big the world is?" Ye Hao said leisurely.

The sound of the poem was stunned.

"This world is very big. Even if you are really detached, you are not a chess player after all." Ye Hao said calmly, looking at the sound of the poem.

"It's all going to wait until you're detached." The voice of the poem was silent for a while and said, "but there is only one place for God to escape."

"Who told you that there is only one place to get rid of?" What makes the poem sound unexpected is that Ye Hao said this sentence?

"Isn't it?" The voice of the poem widened his eyes.

If there are two or more places in Shenyu, is it necessary to suppress yanhuangzong?

"There are a total of 9999 civilizations between heaven and earth, but now there are only 3000 civilizations between heaven and earth." Ye Hao's voice boomed and rang through the whole world. "The creation of the 6999 civilizations has been fed back to the remaining 3000 civilizations. In other words, the divine realm has been created by at least two or three civilizations. Do you think there is only one place for the supernatural realm to escape from the realm?"

The sound of the poem was lost.

All the monks in the hall were stunned.

No one had thought of that before.

"Soon you will find that the barriers to the realm once existed have become fragile or even no longer exist, and soon the emperor in the divine realm will usher in an explosive moment."

"The once sacred emperor is no longer unattainable, the once taboo of half step is no longer lofty, and the existence of the former taboo is no longer supreme."

"It's going to be a whole new era."

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