God Level Cultivation System

The war has lasted for half an hour.

For a battle that has no reservations and is always experiencing a peak force, half an hour is already very long.

No one can always maintain such extreme strength.

But whoever fights first, then the victory or defeat of this war is only about to be separated.

"This seat will never die, you will compete with this seat, and you will eventually be destroyed. You can only die!"

The stars along the way were instantly broken and shattered by the sword.

And Sheng Qianmo, also was knocked out, half of the arm was almost cut off, blood flow as a note.

However, the counterattack of Sheng Qianmo is equally sharp, and the Emperor’s bell is shaken, and the body of the undead is half-baked into blood.

At this point, even if it is undead, it will be a little difficult to recover. Half of the body is squirming, but it has not recovered in the first place.

But the power of the Holy Spirit is once again falling.

One finger, point out!

It is, pointing to the mountains!

Heaven and earth are the boundaries, and the ages are caused by time and space, all in the hands of the emperors.

This finger falls, except for surrender, there is no other choice.

Jun wants to die, the court has to die!

At this moment, the holy thousand is the king, Luo Yongsheng, can only be the minister.

In the face of the singularity of the Holy One, the undead sorrow felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

He knows that this blow is to be divided into life and death.

He has no choice.

"Immority, not destroy, not destroyed, not broken, not dead, not dead, I am not dead, not dead to the immortal!"

Undeadly respected the sword and stood in front of him. The half body that has not been restored has been directly abandoned. All the things, the supreme or the only gods, are all incorporated into this sword.

Supreme sword, sword one!

A sword is out, and everything is dead and dying.

Whether it is a monarch or a minister, annihilation becomes nothing, then nothing is!

Who can think of this, the ultimate sword of the undead, from the supreme to the fairy, the power gained after touching the fairy, actually called the sword one!

Such as Qin Qi that sword one sword!

In the face of this sword, the holy breath is suddenly stagnation, but it can no longer be avoided.

If you can win, you can see God!

Immediately, all the heavens and the worlds were slightly oscillated, and the ultimate force collision, how can only affect a star field.

The brilliance that erupted in an instant even covered the stars and the sun.

And this battle is finally over.

"Who's winning!"

"Luo Yongsheng?"

"It's still the unknown boy!"

"If you remember correctly, the man is called Sheng Qianmo. Does it seem to have something to do with Qin Qi?"

"Relationship? What relationship? In my opinion, it is somewhat similar!"

"Yes, some are similar, but this is the worst news!"

"He is now stronger than Qin Qi!"

"Hey, who knows, Qin Qi has won the supreme sacred fairy!"

"That has been sealed, Qin Qi is still the Qin Qi, the future may be, the moment, not a two-person opponent!"

"Two people? Only one person left!"

"Who can survive?"

The will of the giants is communicating.

In the dark ages, the days are turbulent, killing every moment, blood and fire are raging.

But at this moment, they all stopped.

They all want to know who it is and survive!

In the chaotic storm, the position of Shengqian Mo and Undead Tianzun is relatively calm.

They broke through the entire starry sky and turned it into chaos. No one could infiltrate the perception. After all, the offset of chaos for perception is almost impossible to conduct.

The whole chest of the holy thousand is almost disappeared, and it is pierced by a sword. The power of annihilation is constantly raging, swallowing his flesh and blood, and constantly turning into nothingness.

The wound, like a weathered stone, fell off and turned into debris until it disappeared.

This sword is very harmful to Sheng Qianmo, and according to this trend, I am afraid it is impossible to recover.

Too heavy.

Even if the Holy Spirit is based on the power of far beyond itself, but itself, after all, has not yet set foot on Tianzun, this is the price.

But compared with him, the situation of undead is worse.

His whole body is already fragmented, barely connected by some forces, not scattered.

But all the injuries have stopped recovering, and the body's function is even more declining. It has returned to the state of death near the predecessor.

The body is under the rot, it is a rotten taste.

The final collision, the undead is defeated.

He failed to kill Sheng Qian, but Sheng Qian’s blow, but deprived him of all the vitality.

Not dead, but also dead.

"If perfect, this seat can not be defeated!" Undead is low and low, but full of powerlessness.

He is defeated and he is going to die.

The Supreme and the only gods have not saved him.

This blow is too heavy, but it cuts off all his vitality, and the undead body has no effect.

But the undead **** is right.

If Ke Ke has used the dead sheep to help him make up for the shortcomings, then the final collision, the loser is probably the Holy One.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

If you really want to blame, then you will blame the fate. If Sheng Qian Mo did not come to the front of the moon when he entered the Tao, he would not have these things afterwards.

If you don't die, you don't stick to perfection. If you use Ke's ability to close the moon early, this battle will not be the result.

Still, no pity, no.

"Predecessors are good," Sheng Qian is indifferent, coughing up a blood.

Undead gnaws his teeth, but he is already powerless, so he laughs and sees the eyes of Sheng Qianmo gradually change, as if he wants to see through.

"This seat is defeated, it is indeed dead, but this seat is not lost to you!"

Sheng Qian nodded, this is not wrong.

"And you, from now on, will no longer have self, everything you have, will be bound by the line, become a real puppet, for those of you and me, this is the greatest sadness!"

St. Qian is silent.

Undead sighs and laughs, but a sigh of relief, the body can hardly maintain the original state.

"Kid, tell me, who is behind you!" Undead is strong, he only wants to know about it.

"Ancient and modern."

Undead eyes and big eyes, then a burst of laughter.

"This is the case, this seat is not awkward!"

Laughing, the body of the undead is disintegrating, and there is no leftover.

This last-born Tianzun, almost changed his life to the sky, in the history of the Taoist world, has left a strong and colorful.

Heaven and earth know that he is only afraid to create history.

However, this majestic journey has not yet been fully demonstrated, but it has already died.

Fallen here.

When the world knows the final result, the mood can't help but be complicated.

Especially those giants of the Tianzun class are even more worried.

When the dark ages arrived, the war continued, and they were used to death and injury. However, people in the same situation suddenly fell, and no one could remain calm.

In this age, life is like a mustard. The same is true for Tianzun.