Heavenly Lord of the Myriad Realms

Black sky, black earth.

The emptiness of the sky is filled with dark black light, and the black clouds are like ghosts. They shuttle between the high altitudes and pull out long traces.

The earth-scarred earth trembled fiercely, and another huge earthquake struck. The ground cracked countless deep cracks. The black magma was sprayed from the ground with a turbid atmosphere. Some magma erupted from the cracks. It is thousands of feet high.

The magma infested by the evil spirits of the horns of the horns does not appear to be very high. It only gives people a feeling of decay and collapse. It is like a bowl of big summer that has been placed for several days. The rice porridge has been moldy and spoiled. A disgusting breath.

A huge bronze tree is standing quietly on the earth.

Numerous blood-colored lights condense into a series of thin chains that wrap the giant bronze **** tree from all sides. Between the blood-colored chains, large and small strips are suspended in the air quietly, and occasionally a **** electro-optic light is emitted.

The top ten lamps of the bronze **** tree have been extinguished, and the surface of several lamps has cracked countless traces.

The space around the lights groaned strangely, like a soap bubble that could break open at any time.

From time to time, there were sharp screams coming from a few lights nearby, and the void was twisted. There were huge rocks flying out of the ruptured void. There were often more or less six creatures standing on them. They were ragged and frightened. All screamed.

The six seals in these lanterns have a big problem, the sky is falling apart, the heavens and the earth are falling, and the degree of natural disasters is more than the outside world. Poor luck has fallen in the natural disasters, and luck ‘good’ has fallen out of the cracks in space and has come to the outer world of Tianlu.

The blood-colored chains around the bronze **** tree violently oscillated. The large and small blood-colored scorpions burst into a dazzling blood, accompanied by a deafening roar, and the **** lightning screamed to the ‘lucky’.

The blood-colored electric Mangwei can be infinite, and the shadows and the large and small rocks are instantly vaporized, and even a dusty dust can not be left.

"It's a vicious ban! It's too vicious!" He couldn't go to Tanggu to convince Sun Tianzun's Mongol people to float in the air, and marvel at the **** chains and symbols around the bronze **** tree.

"Only, I saw this scene for the first time." The horns of the horned horns were stunned: "The ruler of the heavens and the earth, the supreme god, will be defeated by the weakest ethnic group under the control. Repression, eventually imprisoned here!"

"Not only that, they are imprisoned by the six sects of the enchantment. Every few years, the enchantment will extract their origins of the heavens and the earth, and they will be used to secrete the infinite gods and secrete them from the trunk for the collection of the later generations."

The road could not stand by the horns, and he hugged his hands on his chest and looked at the bronze **** tree with no expression.

"God's magic is not useful to us, but for those who have not broken through the heavens and the future, it is a big complement." The road can't be coldly said: "At the end of the Taikoo taboo battle, The gods have cultivated countless young powerhouses for the heavens."

"But the generation is not as good as a generation... even if it has the essence of the heavens and the earth, such as the gods and gods... In the past million years, the descendants of the heavenly generation have become fewer and fewer."

The Tao couldn’t say calmly: “The lascivious-chaotic, extravagant, immersed in the endless luxury enjoyment, immersed in the glory aura that supreme power brings to them. The heavenly people are fallen, the heavens are smashed, and the heavenly people are no longer taboo. The powerful ethnicity that can defeat the gods during the war."

"So, I can understand the disappointment of the ancestors to us."

"I can also understand that the decision made by the wise and calm ancestors - according to the rules of the celestial beings, these non-formal descendants should indeed be eliminated, and indeed should be cleaned."

"But... cure the disease, if there is a sore on the body, just dig up the poisonous sore."

"And the ancestor of the pursuit of perfection, he made the decision to completely destroy the body and recreate a new perfect body!"

"It’s just a matter of cleaning up the waste. Why do we even have to wipe out the elites of the younger generations we value?"

The eyes of the road were filled with tears, and two lines of tears rolled down from his expressionless face.

"In the past 100,000 years, in the extraterrestrial battlefield, we have been constantly losing, constantly failing, the colonial territories have been blood-washed, the colonial wars have been destroyed, and countless brothers and sisters have died in battlefields outside the world."

"My little children, my elders, the women I love, one by one, just disappeared."

"A hundred thousand years ago, on the battlefield outside the sky, the most elite of our family lost a lot of money... Now, is it finally the waste that has been left on the sky and the extravagant days?"

The Tao can't mutter to himself: "I can understand the practice of the ancestors, but I can't accept it. Those elders who have spent countless efforts to let me survive from the battlefield outside the sky can't accept it."

"So, if you want to destroy, let us destroy it together." The Tao can't lightly look at the Sun Tianzun standing next to him: "What do you think? We destroy together, and you can recover the supreme power of this world. You will sit back in the clouds and overlook the hundreds of millions of people."

The Sun Tianzun looked at the Miaojiao people with no expression: "Mind, with you, the right to heaven and earth that I have to return is also incomplete. You are a disgusting group of people. You can still touch the world you have touched. How many essences are there?"

A stream of clouds in the air tumbling rapidly, like a **** hurricane, extending a long trail below.

A tall, slender figure flew out of the whirlwind of the horns, and instantly reached the side of several people. She seems to have heard the words of the Sun Tianzun, and said very rudely: "However? Even if it is a broken world, you are always his supreme ruler. Is it better than being forced to hide in a valley in a backward country?" ”

The already alienated Yan Xiuer wore a tight armor, dressed in a **** cloak, with a hint of awkward smile, and 'giggle' appeared in front of several people: "And, according to my advice, do... Sun Tianzun, you can only get a broken world, but this world is yours!"

With open arms and a hug around the boundless void, Yan Xiu closed his eyes and smiled indulgently: "Your, the world that belongs to you alone is better than sharing the idiots that are similar to yours. Does it fit your instinct?"