Chapter 1017

Before the road to heaven.

The celestial sage rushes to the poor and strange side quickly, and then pinches out a finger, and makes a little effort to the poor and strange.

"Wang..."

A miserable dog barked in agony, and then a white light was drawn from the body by the celestial saint.

"Ha ha, the supernatural weapon of our three gods mountain can finally be refined!"

The saint of heaven laughs at the sky, then quickly collects the poor and strange soul, decides to go back and integrate the poor and strange soul into the three holy mountains.

"Great!"

Beixuan's face was excited, and she hurriedly gave Wang Hao a grateful look.

If this young master had not killed the poverty, he would not have known how long it would take him to use the supernatural weapon of Sanshen mountain.

Of course, beixuan and the celestial sage don't know. This supernatural weapon has long been surnamed Wang Hao.

"Boom..."

Just at this time, the thunder resounded through the void.

As soon as the celestial saints raised their eyebrows, they saw countless thunders continuously splitting down, forming a huge ocean of thunder and lightning, splitting all those who wanted to climb the road to the sky without buying tickets into ashes.

See this scene, the whole scene of boiling sound instantly sounded.

"Damn Wang Hao, he really wants to monopolize the way to heaven!"

"How can this day rob listen to Wang Hao's order?"

"Wang Hao, the great devil, has never been understood since he started his career. It's no wonder that he can control the scourge now."

"Don't worry about it. We'll find a way to make it, and then it's important to go all the way to heaven."

"But the sky robbery covers a wide area. We can't make it!"

"Mom, do you really need to pay for tickets?"

"Damn Wang Hao, how can he be so bad!? You can do harm to people when you get there. "

"Even if it's a disaster, he can still make a lot of money without finishing it."

"Isn't the creator blind!? Why don't we send down a thunder to kill this scourge! "

"The creator gods are all bitches. Maybe they are waiting to have a drink with Wang Hao."

"Ma Dan, I'm determined to be a bitch from today, a bitch who can reach the height of Wang Hao..."

"Look, the saints have broken in..."

“………”

The whole audience quickly looked up and saw that more than 100 saints seemed to have nothing to do with them. They were constantly wandering in the dense thunder sea, and then gradually approaching the road to the sky.

The celestial Saint frowned and said, "although the sky robbery is severe, for the saints, as long as they really want to dodge, then they can't split people."

"Demon night Saint face congeals heavy way:" this more than 100 saints come together, even if it is you and I join hands, afraid also cannot stop completely

"How many can we stop?" sighed the celestial sage. "As for the rest, it's their misfortune!"

"Bad luck!"

The demon night saints look puzzled. They don't understand what the polar saints say. It's their misfortune, isn't it!?

"Last time I communicated with little Shifu, I learned that he got a magic skill of cultivating the body in the killing treasure, but it needs to be cultivated with the blood of the saint. Now little Shifu's body is only one step away from being holy."

"All of a sudden I thought they were pitiful!"

The demon night saints give the saints a sympathetic look, hoping they won't despair too much.

………

The road to heaven.

Wang Hao landed steadily on the first step.

In an instant, a majestic pressure suddenly came down, which made the real Qi in his body slow down.

"Shit, this is too much pressure, isn't it?"

Wang Hao stumbled at his feet and almost fell to the ground without being oppressed by this force.

"Dingdong, congratulations to the host for starting the war and obtaining 4 million magic points."

"Four million!?"

Wang Hao looked back and found that the number of people invested by both sides was less than 10 million, which was too big and too big to be compared with the scuffle of the tens of billion people's Congress 100 years ago.

"Whew..."

At this time, a burst of wind broke out.

Wang Hao is slightly shocked, only to see a dozen saints are steadily falling on the road to the sky.

"Little master, there are so many saints here that we can't stop them at all. You can take care of them."

"No problem, it's time for me to break through!"

Wang Hao's mouth is light and his Qi is all concentrated on the sword of domination, which makes the whole area hundreds of meters covered by the surging sword Qi.

A dozen saints' faces changed greatly, and they quickly pulled out their weapons to be on guard.

A saint's face congealed and said: "Wang Hao, the God of death is almost on the road to the sky. It's unwise for you to spend time with us here."

Wang Hao said with a smile, "you are so humorous. I don't think wasting three seconds can delay anything."

"Three seconds!?"

A dozen saints were furious on the spot. This young generation, who had only practiced for more than 100 years, said that they couldn't last for three seconds in the face of a dozen saints. Uncle NIMA couldn't help it, and aunt couldn't help it!

"It looks like you don't believe it!"

Wang Hao smiled a little, his eyes suddenly burst into a cold light, his figure took a step forward like lightning, and the master's sword of Weiyang suddenly broke through the void.

At the same time, the meaning of sword on the sword of domination is like the tide in the void, and a dazzling sword light is like the stars falling to the earth, spreading out.

"How!"

The pupils of a dozen saints suddenly shrank, and a cold air rushed up from the soles of their feet. I felt that I still looked down upon the great devil Wang Hao.

In time for a moment's hesitation, a dozen saints quickly grasped their weapons and welcomed them.

"Sonorous......"

Next second, the sharp swords and swords of both sides collided, making the void shake as if it were torn, and ripples visible to the naked eye spread.

A saint was delighted to find that Wang Hao, the great devil, was not as terrible as he thought.

"You seem to be very proud!"

Wang Hao's mouth is light, and his sword is slightly turned. He stabs a saint's heart with an extremely tricky angle.

The rest of the saints were dumbfounded for a moment. Wang Hao was as powerful as a rainbow without any pause, and the sword light in his hand was constantly shaking.

"Ah..."

The next second, a pathetic cry sounded, only to see the saints one by one fell in the pool of blood.

Three seconds later.

Wang Hao stops, the sword of the master in his hand drops slightly, and a drop of blood slowly drops on the white jade steps from above.

The whole audience was stunned. The dozen saints were killed by Wang Hao in a few seconds. Isn't that too exaggerated!?

"Just three seconds!"

Wang Hao smiles at the corners of his mouth, then looks up at the God of killing, ready to absorb the blood, and after his body becomes holy, he rushes up to dry the God of killing