Looking at the scene in front of him, Dao Tianjun originally felt that he would not shoot, but he found that he was still weak and could not do the real cold and ruthless.

He was motionless to the enemy, and shā're:n hundreds.

At the end of the day, he found himself unable to be truly cold, unable to be truly ruthless.

This is not weakness.

His humanity has not yet been destroyed.

This kind of temperament is difficult to survive in the history of chaos.

But!

How can that be.

He looked at the spirit of the broken and the hand, and the eyes were shining.

He will not take care of the whole Beidou, but he can find that in the eyes of things he will not care about.

Blow up!

The ancient city of Tiangu has three twilights of the gods as gods and rainbows, and from the west of the city to the east of the city.

"Who dares to kill my royal family?"

Three old ancient royal creatures arrived.

They also have the same head of elk antlers, inhuman to be thorough, scales all over the muscle watch, and they are intimidating.

The arrival of these three ancient creatures.

The monks of the ancient city are trembling, it is terrible, this is the ancient life of the ancient people who are about to be cut off.

Many people take back their eyes, afraid of causing anger.

“Rumble!”

Dao Tianjun saw the arrival of three ancient creatures, and the slap was slapped in the past.

Unstoppable power.

The spirit surged, cut off the king's turmoil this Qian.

The three ancient creatures changed their faces.

Blow up!

On the spot, three old Swire creatures were directly suffled into a blood mist by a slap.

Its mighty, half the day of the ancient city are covered, bombarded the world, there is a kind of Fu Xuan came to the ancient city of the ancient city of the power.

Invincible under the earth.

The ancient city of heaven is full of cold air.

“Cut the king!”

Everyone is hoaxed, how many of Nanling Tianjiao can reach this series?

Still so young.

Who is this, everyone is asking themselves.

What about the Temple of War?Or the barbarian god of war.

It's not.

Everyone knows how powerful these people are, but they can't get out of now, how can they provoke ancient creatures.

“Why does no one in the house of the god of war let the ancient life of the shuts shā're:n be made."

The heavens stood on the earth, and he did not stand in the sky.

The calm posture, but it seems to be overtaking the whole ancient city, looking down at the life of this earth, and suffocating many people.

“The temple of the God of War has no time for him, himself...”

Someone spoke, and the sound trembled.

Although they are far apart, they still hear clearly.

In the holy place of the Temple of War, a ancient royal family, the Valley of the Gods!

The ancient people.

It is not so many ethnic groups, but the number of races is still huge.

In ancient times, they ruled an era.

You can imagine how powerful.

The human race is also a race, and the ancient people are also a multi-ethnic group.

It is only the people who are in the but weak, and they are slaughtered.

And those who can be called the ancient royal family are all thick and strong and non-existent races.

According to the understanding of Tao Tianjun, the ancient royal family has the existence of a saint series.

The saint is the same as the ancient king.

The ancient people, the king is holy.

When there are several saints, a number of hands, a royal family is strong have several saints, and the weak have one.

You can imagine the hardships of this era.

The human race is still small.

Only those great imperial forces can be transcendent.

The Temple of War should be transcendent, and it is one thing to transcend the world's extremes, but it is impossible to really kill the ancient people.

The ancient clans fought in the inside, and no one was allowed to kill in the world.

This is the hidden rule of this era.

The human race is slightly correct, but the number is too large, after the ancient era, the human race is no longer the weak race, they are strong, a group of the birth of the emperor from all ethnic groups are not bad.

Therefore, the ancient people want to lay the ancient scenery and pressure the people.

The great forces of the army.

The ancient royal family, which has ancient imperial soldiers, will also shoot.

Soldiers against soldiers, will be the general, this is the eternal unchanging reason.

"Some people don't always see it."

The sky speaks lightly.

If he is, it must be to fight, it is to kill, and the human forces of the extreme imperial army must unite and directly oppress the people.

High-level combat can not fight, but they have a great emperor.

Your weakness only makes you worse.

He can't do this kind of passivity, always take the initiative.

However, this does not mean that the forces of the imperial army are wrong, the consequences of this strong will be that there will be a great disturbance in the Beidou, which is likely to directly break down the entire star area and break it down.

No one wants to see that, that’s why they do.

"The horny king of the Valley of the Gods, whom you dare to kill."

Suddenly, another figure came from the distant sky, and he followed two old men with an incommand.

Killed, the clouds broke.

The mountains are like a cry, the grass is swaying, and the sand is like a thousand soldiers fighting.

“The ancient kingdom, the little lord of the Valley of the gods, the purple heavens.”

Look at this scene.

Many people are horrified, and the monks of the ancient city are closed.

Some people have a good voice.

"Go away, it is the Valley of the gods, the young lord of the ancient kingdom, a beheading of the king."

"You have killed the ancient creatures and committed a great taboo, and don't make unnecessary sacrifices."

There are always some people who are warm-hearted, people with hearts, secretly spreading the voice, and anxious.

They are usually in the dark, rarely as crazy as the sky.

Purple is angry.

The Valley of God is strong, but it is facing a great imperial force.

They dare not look down, deliberately invited another royal family to join hands to fight against the Temple of War, and now the banquet people were killed in the middle of the road, how not to make him angry.

He danced with his hair, and the whole person radiated purple light.

"You are very unusual to behead a king at such a young age."

Rumble.

Above its head appeared a purple pagoda, bright and shining.

The purple air is thin, and each purple air is as strong as the angel god pillar, which can vaguely smell the thunder in the pagoda, and it is deafening.

“But whoever you are, the Holy One, the great religion will die today.”

The cold sound.

The purple sky raised the fist is to kill, the momentum is forward, strong and unstoppable.

Fist out.

There was a tsunami of fluctuation.

The sound waves, fluctuation superimposed, as if the Milky Way fell, so that many people's eardrums, blood flowed, and terrible.

The ancient city is anxious.

There is no movement in the sky, and there are people who are shocked.

The ancients are too strong.

The young master has reached such a state, and there are few deuching kings in the human race, but they are all, and how to face it.

In the eyes of those who are hot-blooded, they are anxious.

Why does the sky not move?

In this moment.

The sky frowned.

Blow up!

The purple sky has been killed, and his appearance has changed dramatically.

It punched in the palm of a hand, as if it hit the ancient peak of Xianjin, fluctuating like waves, splashing, but it could not shake the ancient peak of Xianjin.

He used his hand to block the killing of the purple sky.

There was no change in body shape, not even the earth beneath his feet.

The purple sky is discolored, and the old man who follows the purple sky is also a terrible look.

“Pick...”

The backhand went down with a slap in the face.

The Rumble...

The face of the purple sky was deformed, and the body rotated 360 degrees and smashed into the earth.

Everything is dumbfounded.

The ancient city is half silent.

Are they dreaming?

Yes.

Otherwise, how can it be true in front of him, a young man beat a fool, and cast a slap in the face of the young master of the ancient king, the ancient creature that cut the king to cultivate, and slap it into the earth.

The visual impact is bumpy.

“Is it such a waste of the ancient royal family?”God’s words sounded.

He looked calm and sounded a doubt.

Deeply doubtful.

The two old creatures of the Valley of Gods can be seen.

This is a question, why the Valley of the gods is weak, like the newly born chicken.

The next moment.

He stepped on his head in the purple sky.

“What do you want to do!”

The two old men were horrified, and the man was so frightened that they were crushed and let them all not react.

Now the head of the Taotian is on the purple sky, which is a shame.

They were also afraid that the gods would kill the Lord.

"He is the little lord of my Valley of God, and in the future you shall not kill the King of the Valley of My Gods."

“People, you want to start a war, do you want the whole people to be buried with you?”

The two of them are too old to be heard.

The body trembled.

He tried to get up, but couldn’t.

Dao Tianjun's feet are like Taizhen Magic Mountain, so that he can't get up, and he can't do it all with all his strength.

This made the purple heart a little panicked.

and spread rapidly.

"God's valley is shit."

He was blinding, and his eyes were cold.

“Is there a war between the people and the ancients?”Well, I will do this, and go, and tell you the king of the valley of gods, and I will set off a great war against the ancients and the peoples."

Smell the words.

The two gods were trembling.

"You look down on my Valley of God."

The low roar came from two ancient life mouths.

How did they have been so little seen, the ancient people stood in the ancient times, proud to despise all beings, the human race is just blood food.

But they were helpless, and the man in front of them asked them to set off a war?

That is obviously impossible.

Their Valley of Gods is a royal, but they can't die a young master who can lead the war.

Unless he’s a royal son.

"How can you let us, Lord?"The two old creatures are soft.

The most important thing is to save the Lord.

Say anything later.

“Leave it?Are you dreaming?"

His voice just fell.

The crisp voice sounded, and there was a white and red mud-like liquid splatter at the foot of the sky.

The head of the purple sky was exploded.

Together with the spirit, they are crushed into nothingness.

“Shhhhhhhhhhhh

The two old emeralds were red in their eyes and roared.

They all turned to the sky, and their heads did not turn back to the distance, and the speed was frightening.

God watched this scene.

He had never seen such a shameless man.

These are two old foxes, who know that they are invincible, who seem to be angry, or angry, but they do not want to come to die, some of them escape.

Don't look at them as old as purple, but they are still a little worse.

The purple day is not enough for a second.

They don't think.

Both were angry and horribly.

“The printing.”

The sky whispers.

Heaven and earth, there is a great seal, it is as big as a mountain, engraved with human beings, shining with immortal glory.

The truth, the truth.

The big print appeared.

It was storming, shaking the six-in-eight desert, and the road was rumbling.

Two old people broke into blood on the spot.

Look at this scene.

The hearts of the ancient city of God are beating violently.

They are afraid, there is excitement, the ancient life is born, such as a mountain pressing them, now being so crushed, they are very excited, but some people dare not look at Dao Tianjun, lowered their heads.

Those who are afraid of death.

The sky shone, and his knowledge covered the entire ancient city.

Now the king is renovating.

This great city is still clear to him.

Watching someone excited, someone out loud to let themselves go, someone bowed their heads, all kinds of different.

The people of the ancient city have not yet destroyed humanity.

There are also some warm-blooded people, and the two of them are the tragic sects.

God shakes his head.

The intention to go into the city wave and dissipate, and the people who entered the city themselves may harm the people in the city.

And now all he does is do it, and he does it.

Although he is indifferent to the enemy, he will not harm people for no reason, and since he was born, the people he killed are people who want to harm him, or people who are vicious in their hearts.

“Huh?”

He felt that his hand was holding him.

A little bit of slippery.

Twisting her neck and looking behind her, a ten-year-old farm girl clutched her palm.

The feeling of slippery is caused by blood.

She had blood on her hand, and there was a thorny wound in her arm.

White Bones Sensen can be seen.

To be merciful.

Such a wound, placed in any little girl body should cry, parents heartache.

There was no such thing as a little girl, and her eyes, which should have been innocent, had no color, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

This little girl is the one whose grandfather and parents died.

God knows, but he doesn’t care.

In the world of suffering, he saw the help of the hand, but it was impossible to arrange for them properly, so he did not have to cultivate.

The palm of his hand, a glimmer of occultity flowing from the fingers.

In the blink of an eye.

The little girl's arms grow flesh and blood, visible to the naked eye, and the body becomes better.

The sky opened its mouth.

But without waiting for him to speak, there was a sound in his ears.

"I want to worship the teacher, can you take a little dream as a disciple."

Little dream eyes are not innocent and romantic, and some are empty without emotional color.

The black hair is scattered behind the chest.

Its voice was hoarse, not as young as a silver bell, and seemed to be crying too much, hoarse, and no sound.

It was the new clothes that had been worn on his tenth birthday, the little face was blood, there was black soil, the little feet of shoes had disappeared, and it seemed that the violent running made the shoes fly away.

God's grace is God's.

This little girl is unconscious!

Yes, I am not aware.

She should be in a coma, but now she is still opening her mouth, holding her arms, such as the puppet, everything from her heart, her divine knowledge should be in a coma, and now these actions are the last glimmer of strength of her heart.

"I want to worship the teacher, can you take a little dream as a disciple."

The little dream spoke again.

The Heavenly Accident.

He sat down and looked at the little girl in front of him.

The empty, colorless eyes, the small hand tightly grasped herself, making her little finger white.

People have dreams, people have evil thoughts, people have greed, and so on.

All of this keeps people alive.

The little girl still supported her by that word.

I want to worship the teacher, can you take small dreams as a disciple?

Dao Tianjun sighed, stretched out his palms, softened the head of the little dream, and spoke softly.

"I'll take you as a disciple."

As soon as the voice came out, the little girl's eyes closed, and the petite body softened.

He was ready to hold the little girl.

“Small dream...”

Looking at the little girl, the sky whispers.

He looked at the ancient giant city, and then looked at the corpses of the earth, raised his hand, and one by one, the small earthen bags appeared.

He is like a stone into the water, the space is twisted, the ripples of the void disappear...

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