Covering the sky with a flick of a finger, exposing ten high-dimensional worlds

“Do you rely on this turtle, can he still fight, and can he maintain the last trace of your ridiculous dignity?”

The ancient king who had never spoken spoke coldly spoke.

At this moment, everyone’s blood rushed up, and they couldn’t wait to rush over immediately.

But he endured it.

He clenched his fists with his teeth, his nails dug deep into his palms and pinch out blood, and his face was even more ugly.

In the face of the seven saints, how many people are useless, they can only send them to death.

Under the crushing of absolute strength, no matter how hot the blood is, it will be instantly extinguished.

It doesn’t make sense.

Reason, after all, still triumphs over sensibility.

“Hmph, the grand gathering of ten thousand races is a joke, is there anyone who is on an equal footing with us? How to convene? ”

Another ancient royal road.

Everyone was like ashes, but they were unable to refute it, and there was no strong person of the same level to talk to them, which made people angry and helpless.

Powerlessness, grievance, resentment, repression!

“It’s abominable!”

“Too much deception! It’s just too much of a lie! ”

“No way, whoever calls the Terrans holy, weakness is the original sin!”

……

The many Terrans in the heavens and realms were also angry, although it was not they who were oppressed.

But.

As a member of the Terran race, they still had empathy for the Terran cultivators of the Heaven-shading World.

When Rao is they are also powerless.

Seven saints suppressed the audience.

Who can be the enemy?

Even if they are on it, they only have their share of being unilaterally slaughtered, and they can’t break the game at all.

Only a few words can be scolded.

“If Honza is present…”

In the Flood Barren World, Nuwa’s eyes showed a touch of cold killing intent, and it flashed, as if even eternity had been extinguished.

If she is present.

These seven Taikoo Ancestor Kings are something, they can slap a piece to death!

Terrans, it is the turn of these aliens to oppress?

Maybe it’s because she created the Terrans.

Although it’s just a picture.

Nuwa still had rare mood swings.

“Er and the other Terrans are not qualified to be on an equal footing with us, go back.”

That ancient king said coldly.

There was no intention to sit down with the Terrans at all to discuss, to drive them away.

As soon as the words fell, the other ancient kings also cast cold gazes at all the cultivators of the race.

All the Terran cultivators present were all like falling into an ice cave, and their faces were extremely ugly.

“……”

The heavens and realms were also silent.

No way.

The gap is too big.

It’s still that sentence.

Terrans have no saints!

Boom!

Suddenly, at this moment, there was a sound of footsteps at the end of heaven and earth, combined with the pulse of this world, and clearly entered people’s hearts.

The setting sun was like blood, spilling the red brilliance of the sky, dyeing the earth with a layer of red.

At the end of that heaven and earth, a tall figure was coming step by step, he was dressed in white, heroic and majestic, and moving forward firmly.

This is a saint, belonging to the Terran race, heroic and magnificent.

A true Terran Sage.

Many of the Terran cultivators present actually cried at this moment, not knowing whether they were excited, happy, or humiliated, and tears flowed for a long time.

The Terrans relied on a turtle to maintain their last dignity, let them die miserably, and were ruthlessly revealed by several ancient kings, more uncomfortable than a knife cut, and now they finally saw a saint belonging to the Terrans.

He was integrated with heaven and earth, dressed in white without a trace of dust, otherworldly, handsome face, resolute face, peerless demeanor, like the birth of an immortal king.

“It’s a saint of the Terrans!”

“The master of the golden list once said, is he Jiang Taifu?”

“Good style!”

……

The people of the heavens and realms were also excited.

At the most difficult time for the Terrans, there were finally saints who stood up, and the Terrans were not without saints!

The picture in front of him made everyone in the world excited.

In the setting sun, a man in white was walking step by step, and the sunset fell on his body, dyed with a layer of divine brilliance, making him otherworldly.

His appearance touched everyone’s heart, and many people roared out, and were despised from the bottom of their hearts by the seven ancestor kings, making everyone suffocated.

This is a face that looks heroic and young, but the vicissitudes in those eyes indicate that he is no longer a young man.

A snow-white shirt flutters in the wind, stepping on the sunset, like a dream.

The momentary brilliance and peerless posture make people want to kneel down and worship.

It was not coercion, but an emotional emotion, and people shouted.

“Saint!”

“A saint belonging to my Terran race!”

“He is the God King Jiang Taifu! He’s not dead yet! ”

“The God King is still alive… Woohoo! Heaven for all, my Terrans! ”

……

Jiang Tai was too white and picturesque, and his gestures were full of supreme demeanor, which made everyone’s hearts surging.

There are many kings in the world, but there is only one white-clothed god king in the world who is crowned peerless.

The setting sun dyed the heavens and the earth red, and the god king stood there with brilliance, illuminating the sea of no one’s heart.

It makes people think that he can hold up the whole sky alone.

“God King!”

“Peerless God King!”

At this moment, I don’t know who shouted first, and everyone else shouted and shouted together.

At this desperate juncture, the arrival of a person had such an effect, arousing everyone’s enthusiasm and making many ancient tribes frightened.

And the seven primeval kings also showed a different color, their eyes flashed, and they watched quietly.

“Jiang Taihuan was famous four thousand years ago, invincible, unparalleled in attack and killing, invincible in the northern region, and known as the first attack power in the northern region for five thousand years.”

“But he was a very unfortunate man.”

“Although he became famous at a young age, he was a great immortal and a king, but he was jealous of talents, and it was like the sky in the sky, he fell into the purple mountain, and he was trapped for four thousand years.”

“After returning, everything has changed, the hero’s life, but it is late, dying and dying, there is nothing more painful than this, it is invincible, but wait for life to come to an end.”

“And what is even more sad is that the beloved died to save him, watching with such vicissitudes of heart and experience, holding the cold corpse of the red cloud fairy, and gray hair in that bleak sunset.”

“After that, he ran away, and there was no trace of him, and everyone thought he was dead.”

“However, he lived his second life against the heavens, and as a saint, he returned again at the grand meeting of all races.”

Gu Changsheng’s voice followed.

Above the canopy, there are also various pasts of Jiang Taifu.

Everyone in the world was shaken, very moved.

At the same time, he deplored it.

He was originally a genius and peerless master, but he was accidentally trapped in the Purple Mountain for four thousand years.

If there is no gap period, with his qualifications, he will definitely be able to break through a higher realm and have a great future.

It will not be separated from the yin and yang of the confidante of Hong Yan.

“What a white-clothed god king! Worthy of being a saint! ”

“This is a real character!”

Everyone in the world was amazed.

Meanwhile.

The picture on the sky screen turned back to the scene of the grand meeting of ten thousand races.

“Finally it looks like something, and a saint came out.”

An ancient king spoke indifferently.

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