The death of the immortal master, what happened after the death of many people was horrified.

Heaven's Valley was the first to turbulence.

This news is destined to cause instability.

No one will think that his calculus opportunity is wrong, this kind of Taoism has always been strange, even if it is the ancient people have chosen to believe.

One time.

Many people are depressed, and the ancients are frowning.

But all this does not really determine that they do not shā're:n, do not fight.

On the contrary, in order to survive, some people are more crazy, constantly killing, to pave the way for the future.

The Old Royal.

There are strong people in the calculus, they do not believe in outsiders, want to see the sky, show special magic.

The buzz...

There is a special fluctuation in heaven and earth, which is a kind of divine sound that shakes the five realms of Beidou.

In this moment.

The creatures of the five fields of Beidou felt an incomvenant breath and their hearts were uneasy.

“What happened!”

The strong shouted, and the sound suppressed the throb of the heart.

When it comes to the moment, the strong are all opening their eyes, and those ancient devils who are closed and sleeping are the first to look to the south.

The source comes from the farthest south.

At the same time, the strong people of the land of Nanling were the first to feel it.

A huge five-color portal appeared.

The breath is too great, with boundless killing intention, Diwei is surging, wanton impact ten worlds.

Its appearance, without concern, impacted the order of the world.

The figure of a strong road stepped out, out of the five-color portal, and at that time, the king's majesty was vast and powerful.

The Wild Man!

“This is a wasteland...”

There are the ancient creatures of the South Ridge who are horrified.

Blow up!

There is a tall figure in the sky, the royal robe is added, the dress has a flame red, his breath is boundless, the power collapses in the sky, and the king is surging.

“The Lord!”

Nanling is vast, not the east is small, all the creatures are horrified, feel the incomparable ruler Diwei.

And in this moment.

More than that, Diane.

The second, the third, the fourth...

All the strong are cold, what is the situation, the wasteland to launch a dark disturbance, break the starry sky of the universe?

In the blink of an eye, the strong man thought of something, his face changed dramatically.

The unrest!

The darkness of the North...

Rumble.

Nanling has a divine voice in the vast, a white figure out, they wear mercantile, everyone is extremely cold, the war is surging, even if it is infinitely separated from the region can clearly sense.

There is a burying song in heaven and earth, and the sound is full.

The world heard that the scalp was tingling, and they seemed to be in the flood era, the age of the gods, the most distant and ancient era.

At that time, the gods fell and the sky sang.

All the thousands of people are crying.

Everything is so terrible and terrible, the fairy is crying, God is sad, heaven is burning.

The life of the wasteland.

They run through the South Ridge, they don't care about any kind of Taoism, they don't care about any strong people.

The funeral song is melodious, and the white bereavement strip is dancing.

All the way to the east.

“The forbidden zone is going to war, and there are things that have never been seen in the past.”

The strong inhaled the cold air, cold from the beginning to the end.

The whole of Nanling is a reverberation of funeral songs, melodious, constantly facing the four sides of the impact, to the west desert, the eastern desert, the state, the north of the original drift.

It’s like letting everything in this world know.

God has fallen.

“It’s about the funeral.”There are strong people who tremble.

It was a strong man who attacked the barbarians of Nanling, trembling, did not dare to let go of a word, and even his breathing was slow, for fear of disturbing the remnant of this terrible wasteland.

“Wow.”

The land of Beidou has a funeral song rising from the end of the earth.

It is located in the South Ridge, Bamboo Mountain.

This is the birth of the three earthless dooms, they stand in the world for countless thousands of years, through an era and another, never dare to shoot them.

In this world, not many people dare to provoke.

Yet today.

Everything has changed.

In the morning, all things are restored, and the monks of this Daoist are all up to cultivate, the outside world is chaotic, and there is still peace here.

Suddenly.

There are sacred laments reverberating, as if from ancient times along the river of the years.

Every strong man is surprised.

In an instant, they looked at the distance, the source of the sound, and looked at the scalp tinged.

What is that?!

The king of Diwei is in the greatness, the holy surging, tens of thousands of strong people, the breath is majestic, they wear ancient mysterious white clothes, as if it is a mourning suit, they are walking across the song of sadness.

The strong people of the Bamboo Mountains are angry, this is in the small bamboo mountains?!

No one is angry.

Because this terrible strong spirit is stepping empty, there is no meaning of detour, which is intended to cross this three-emple dot and walk over their heads.

Overbearing.

There is great anger, this is stepping on their face p-i ah.

“Let them pass.”

Just before he could act, this ancient three-day rule of the earth spread an ancient sound.

There are two figures in the mountains of Zhushan Mountain, the breath is extraordinary, they spoke out, this is the emperor's ancestors, are from the ancient corpse of the land, once died of a strong existence, after the unrest back to this Daoist.

Listen to this word.

The road was calm, and everyone was shocked.

The two quasi-imperial ancestors are crazy?!It is a forbidden area, they are indistinguishable from the three emperors, they are not afraid of the Supreme, but they have a very strong imperial army.

No one knows that in the depths, in the bamboo mountains, an ancient army is floating, and the boiling breath shows that it has recovered independently.

“Do not let them go, let them pass.”

The Emperor said that word.

Because of this sentence, the two emperors did not move.

"Is the land really that strong?"The emperor spoke out and asked this self-resurgent imperial soldier.

“The ancient emperor has recovered, more than one, moving, the Bamboo Mountain will be destroyed.”

The great warrior spoke.

After saying this, the recovering emperor fell asleep.

It does not intend to put too much words, or even converges on all the air machines.

In an instant, the two emperors changed their faces, and then they looked up at the sky, threw over the mountain, and looked at the creatures of the wasteland, and they were silent.

God’s breath is too much, so that they are all trembling.

The man in the front of the fire royal robe was extremely terrible, so that the two people each gave birth to an invincible feeling.

This scene.

The whole Southland is silent.

The wasteland was born, and the three emperors crossed the Bamboo Mountain, passing over their heads, but there was no obstacle.

Countless lives trembling.

The wasteland!

The most terrible and mysterious forbidden area in ancient times and today was born, even if the three emperors must lie dormant.

“The great emperors should be revived, but let the creatures of the wasteland pass through their heads.”

Countless strong men are pale.

This thing represents something.

The ancients were born!

The forbidden creature, the ancient supreme...

A word comes to the minds of many beings.

There are tens of thousands of people in the wasteland, they are unrivalled, they are unbeaten, so rampant in the North, the sky will be cracked, and the sun during the day is overshadowed.

The fire emperor stepped on the pace, and the breath of unrest in the past and the present.

He is in the garrison, very great shore, surging Diwei, throbed with blood.

“The Lord of the world, not an ancient creature.”

Feel the breath of the fire emperor, the Great Saint and the strong panic, when the world actually has the emperor alive, what is this existence?!

God’s birth in difficult times.

Does it not mean that there is hope to prove the way, to ascend to the road of the emperor, to take charge of heaven.

“Singing the song, singing the song, the soul...”

The fire emperor stepped on the ancient rhythm, and the sound spread from ancient to the present.

The wasteland came out of Nanling, crossed the border of the East Wilderness, and the breath capped all the roads.

They passed through the dots, no one dared to speak, so they ran across their heads, seemingly ashamed, but no one dared to answer.

The North trembled.

The trumpet of the Buddha rose in the west, and the Buddha Amitabha was passed on.

The funeral song came, like a torrent hitting the earth, and the western desert was shaking, seemingly resisting this ancient ritual.

The monks screamed.

The earth is endless, and they stop that ritual.

However, it cannot be done, nor can it be done, as long as the fairy blocks the immediate robbery.

"I am merciful."

The thundering temple has bells beating, fighting to defeat the Buddha's low, and the shadow of Amitabha the Great has emerged, but it will soon disappear.

West is not a Buddha.

At this moment, Xidi is destined to record this day as an annals of history.

The western desert, which has been singing the Amitabha Buddha number, has been the prosperity of the Buddha since the birth of Amitabha Buddha the Great, and now it has changed.

There are different voices.

The funeral song is mingling in melodious, entering every inch of the western desert, and countless creatures throb.

See this scene.

Countless creatures like falling into ice caves, is there today in the western desert?

"This is a cause and effect, I Buddha is merciful, I can't intervene, otherwise the living will be burned."

There is a high priest who speaks like that.

It was a great holy Buddha, and he had a Buddha light behind his head, no joy and no sorrow, and a dignified Dharma.

Smell the word.

Many creatures trembled.

What kind of cause and effect makes the West Desert so silent.

One time.

The silence of the world, the birth of the wasteland, so that countless creatures kneel down.

From beginning to end, the fire emperors have not passed any pressure, and any magic has started, and this is how they have walked through.

The world is unscrupulous, the heavens and the earth.

This is the glory of the wasteland, it is their ancient inheritance, even if the rules change, the world changes, the glory that is still unchangeable, the red dust is endless, the wasteland is the only one.

gradually approaching.

The mountains and rivers are upside down, and the eastern desert sun and moon are bleak.

At last, it was difficult to calm down, and the seven forbidden areas were moved.

Deep in the ancient Supreme opened his eyes, revealing that it was cold, and the vicissitudes of the ancient were imprinted in the eyes, and the indifferentness was indifferent.

Just today.

Their powers fluctuated.

The eyes are full of light, and the color is fading.

The tucked...

The undead mountain headless knight rode a stone horse to look at the earth.

There are also strong people in the depths of the ancient mines in the early days, the reincarnation of the sea is raging, the waves are constant, and the buried island has been hidden in the void.

Oh, hey...

The deserted forbidden land, the abyss of the nine ancient mountains, there are iron wires, and a golden shawl of the figure sat on it.

He revealed a raging, vastness.

The legend of this forbidden land is supreme, he seems to be hissing, the chains are constantly trembling.

Not far away, the city is afraid.

They saw the golden figure, the limbs were sealed in chains, faintly, and seemed to see a white stunning figure, like the most amazing woman in the ancient world.

The two figures appeared in the deserted forbidden land and soon disappeared.

At the same time.

In the land of the sacred land, there is a tomb that reveals a wisp of fairy gas.

All seven of the forbidden areas are moving.

“Oooh!”

Purple Mountain, no beginning bells ringing.

All the people are terrified.

It seems that the unwarranted clock is in the same path, adding ancient sounds to the burial song of the wasteland.

The clock is only struck, but it represents the meaning of the clock without a beginning, and only those who are in the wasteland understand that it is the will of the Emperor without a beginning, and the clock is communicating for its owner.

The emperor disappeared from time, but the clock without the beginning knew that he was not dead without a beginning, and he was not turning his back on sentient beings.

The bombardment...

The great changes of the holy land of Yaochi, the independent recovery of the Western Emperor Tower.

A wisp of fairy shines out of the tower, drooping down, the light and rain shine, with the wind blowing, covering the eastern desert land, like a clock, in mourning the dead, for the wasteland.

The two great emperors are awake, the mighty of the extremes blooming, and they emit an innumerable amount of light.

In this moment.

The fire emperor looked at the past, looked at the purple mountain, and looked at the holy land of Yaochi.

The eyes are filled with fairy symbols, slightly worshipping the purple mountain and the Yaochi.

He worshipped the Emperor without a beginning, and was also the Western Queen of the Holy Land in Baiyao Pond, and the former Great Eucharist.

All the creatures in the East were terrified.

Everyone is trembling.

Blow up!

At this moment, God finally couldn’t sit still.

The supreme character of immeasurable, Diwei bursts, a killing filled, and there are dense creatures in the shrine.

They stand in the South Gate.

At the beginning, the two emperors who surrounded the road appeared...

...

The fourth, sudden outburst, surprise, surprise, surprise,