Overriding the Heaven Chapter 2111: Ling Yao Prince
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The second thousand and eleventh chapter Ling Yao prince
The monks present showed an inexplicable look on their faces.
But in an instant, they all felt their own flesh and blood, as if they were about to be frozen.
And he was directly frozen to death!
This feeling made them look horrified for an instant.
Not to mention their current realm, even in the real martial realm when they first started practicing, almost all of them can be invaded by cold and heat.
But now, this cold that invades the bone marrow has caused them to produce a kind of despair that their vitality will be wiped out.
This can only be magical power!
And it's a supernatural power!
In an instant, the Eight Desolation and Six Harmonies were frozen, making the scene's Primordial Realm, Heavenly Mind Realm, and even the Purple Mansion Realm feel a kind of incomparable despair, as if a catastrophe was imminent.
Countless horrified gazes, looking at Emperor Taiqing at this time, I don't know what happened.
The Emperor Taiqing flashed a golden light in his eyes at this time.
In an instant, the dazzling brilliance, like a golden sun rising from the horizon, spreading for 100,000 miles.
Countless voids, at this time, seemed to be burned and melted, turning into a translucent form.
And through this translucent void, a black shadow is rapidly spreading.
In the beginning, it was just a small black spot in the depths of the void.
But in a few blinks, this small black spot seemed to be a drop of thick ink dripping into a cup, spreading quickly.
The entire sky seems to be obscured.
The dark, heavy, disaster, and destruction aura immediately enveloped the entire sky, like an endless pot lid, covering the world.
This is an aura of not losing to the emperor of Taiqing.
No!
Even more powerful than Emperor Taiqing! More fierce! More fierce! Stronger!
Who is it?
A wave has not settled, and a wave has risen again.
The monk present felt his heart beating and bursting.
The broad sword in the right guardian's hand trembled violently at this time.
He frowned and looked up at the sky.
At this time, he saw Emperor Taiqing gestured to him.
The right protector knew what he knew, and after saluting respectfully, he appeared on the fairy island when he moved his body.
At this moment, in the middle of the sky, the Emperor Taiqing is left alone.
His eyes were golden light, burning violently, rubbing fiercely, and the black clouds shining like this day rolled fiercely.
A smell of iron and blood surged from the black cloud.
Uuuuuuuuuuuuu, howling ghosts, with the surging of black clouds, burst out, as if the ancient souls of the supreme resentment have been summoned.
"Pretend to be a god, and die!"
The Emperor Taiqing gave a soft drink and raised his hand to grab it.
The kingdom of gods and demons instantly shot the golden light, ten thousand golden glows, and Changhong generally shot towards the sky, and instantly penetrated into the black clouds.
Puff puff puff puff!
This series of movements is like a knife piercing into a person's body.
Just when everyone was shocked, a large stream of blood poured out from the dark cloud and turned into a downpour.
The boundless screams and wailing, like **** descending, came out of the dark clouds.
What's even more frightening is that the blood spilled from the black cloud splashed on the golden light, and immediately corroded the golden light, and large holes appeared.
Seeing this scene, the golden light in the eyes of the Emperor Taiqing shimmered more and more, and a vigorous aura, like a river of eternity, entered the kingdom of gods and demons.
This treasure revolved violently.
The golden light of tens of millions, hundreds of millions, was condensed together, turned into the unpredictable intent to fight, and with a slight tremor, a golden giant sword that seemed to kill infinite creatures was condensed.
As soon as this giant sword broke out, the universe was torn apart, the sword aura was surging, and its sharp edge shining on the ancient Kyushu.
The Emperor Taiqing waved his arm and controlled the golden giant sword to slash towards the black cloud.
Sneer----
The sound of the cloth being torn came.
The billowing black clouds immediately cut a hole that was hundreds of thousands of miles long.
A sea of blood poured down.
Screaming and wailing, the sea shook violently, and shocked the sky.
Many monks on the fairy island shivered, and their souls were all scared to death.
Listening to this scream, Emperor Taiqing's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were like huge waves, his arms waved, grabbing, and slapped.
The golden great sword suddenly turned into a torrent faster than the light, and shot violently into the torn black cloud.
The momentum of gold and iron horses, swallowing mountains and rivers, fights to change the color of the world, and the sun and the moon are dull.
"Good job!"
A loud roar came out from behind the dark cloud.
The next moment, violent collisions, mountains and rivers collapse, steel explosions, and thunderbolt-like sounds sounded.
The golden great sword, trembling violently.
The part that pierced the black cloud seemed to be fighting fiercely.
In an instant, countless magical shadows, overlapped and wailed fiercely, projected from the sky of blood.
"Get out!" Taiqing Emperor's eyes were full of anger, with spring thunder in his tongue, he caught the golden giant sword in the sky and drew it violently.
Boom, boom!
At the same time that the giant sword was pulled out of the thick black cloud, it also brought out a **** black ghost hand!
This ghost hand is almost as big as a golden giant sword, and at this moment he is holding the blade firmly.
Countless evil spirits and ghosts wailed fiercely around the ghost hands, and endless blood sprayed from above.
As soon as this ghost hand appeared, countless yin winds followed.
The world with a radius of millions of miles, tens of thousands of miles, seems to have become a world of evil spirits, ghosts and ghosts.
The surface of the fairy island and the blue clouds, at this moment, a rainbow-like light appeared.
Obviously, this was the Sect Master, who had been silent for a while, and protected everyone present.
Otherwise, this rolling devilish energy might wipe out most of the disciples on the fairy island in an instant.
The monks on Qingyun will also suffer various injuries.
At this moment, the cultivators were undecided, and hurriedly looked towards the sky.
As soon as they raised their heads, they saw a very burly man with black horses entwined all over his body, flying out of the black cloud.
This man's whole body, like cast iron, is pitch black, and at the same time reveals immense strength.
The ghost hand holding the golden giant sword is controlled by him.
At this time, the man laughed wildly, his voice shook, and the cultivator's blood was tumbling, hovering in the air.
Countless ghosts and ghosts, flying around in the wind, condensed into a throne of ghosts as high as ten thousand feet, hovering behind him.
With a cruel smile on his face, the man wrestled with Taiqing Emperor with a cruel smile, while sitting on the throne, grinning again and again.
"Zao Wou-ki, hand over the qualifications of the City of Glory, I will spare you not to die!"
"Sure enough, it is you." The light in Taiqing Emperor's eyes rubbed fiercely, and at this moment it seemed to burn the Milky Way, "Ling Yao Prince, do you really think you have won me?"
"Ling Yao Prince?"
Many monks on Fairy Island looked at each other and didn't know the name.
But above the blue clouds, the part of the monks who represent the highest level of Baoxiang Shangguo changed their faces at this moment.
However, there is another person on the fairy island, whose expression suddenly becomes very strange.
This person is Lin Miaoran.
She looked at the dark figure in the sky and murmured four words: "City of Glory?"