Urban Madness

"Report to the host, this time the ladder is revealed, and there are many climbers, including three immortals."

"What? Hahaha, relying on the strength of the realm of Immortal Venerable, do you want to survey the way of heaven? It is ridiculous, this time this seat must let them understand that the way of heaven is not something anyone can watch.

In the central building of Tiandaoyuan, a messenger in white bowed and saluted the throne.

And above the throne, a group of rays of light hovering, sacred and majestic, surrounded by a layer of golden armor, is the Lord of the Tiandao Academy of Infinite Peaks-the Northern Heavenly King-Jin Kai.

"Master, what should we do?"

"Hmph, these brave people are disturbing my situation. If that's the case, then I'll catch them all in one go. When the people from all the major forces are here, let them understand their stupidity."

"Yes, Master!"

Accepting the instruction, the white messenger flees into the void and disappears in place.

On the ladder, everyone is struggling to move forward, wanting to climb to a higher place and comprehend more heavenly inscriptions.

This is a protracted battle, and at the same time, it is the battle that most tests the talents of the monks.

This is also a battle of dignity. No matter how powerful and prestigious you are, once you fall into the underwind on this ladder, then it means that your strength is not good, your talent is not good, and you are a person abandoned by heaven.

This is a great blow to the monks, especially the martial arts will.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

Ye Fan's footsteps are still heavy. Although he understands the Tier 4 inscriptions, this is not enough for Ye Fan's path. He is a person who must resolutely climb to the top.

The ladder shows the sacred, magnificent world.

Within Paradise Lost, as long as the strength is not bad, people who can sense the heavens come one after another.

They are all powerhouses adventuring in Paradise Lost. Before, they hadn't noticed the situation of Lingyundu, but as the power of the ladder gradually spread, they had already noticed.

Countless monks ran towards the endless gods. They all wanted to get a share and the ladder opened, but no one wanted to waste a great opportunity once in a thousand years.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

As these powerhouses joined the ladder for hegemony, the situation became more complicated.

"Zizzi!"

Suddenly, in the clouds, a monk in white appeared.

He looked down, a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough, as the courtyard master expected, these wastes all want to get something in the ladder. It's a pity, you people without talent, let's become the nutrients of the ladder."

Seeing that the time was about to come, the white-clothed cultivator slightly raised his hand, and immediately, a **** storm condensed on his palm, and the powerful might shocked the surrounding sky.

"Ok?"

Soon, the three great immortals sensed the existence of the white-clothed monks at the same time. They were shocked, because the strength of this person was so unpredictable that even a strong immortal like them could not measure it.

"On the ladder, how could there be such a character, and he seems to be on the ladder, beyond the ladder."

This is the most terrifying, a person who appears on the ladder, which shows that it is very likely that he is in control of the ladder.

It is unimaginable to control the ladder artificially.

According to general understanding, if the ladder is the incarnation of heaven, then no one can control it. Otherwise, what are they fighting for and eventually become dolls in other people's games?

For the first time, these immortals discovered that they were not supreme beings. Someone could easily control their path. This was the destruction of the worldview.

"Impossible, the ladder is the incarnation of heaven, how can someone control it?"

Wangyunsheng's giant palm sent out and hit the man in white.

"Haha, it's ridiculous!"

But when he heard it was ridiculous, the white-clothed man's eyes lit up and instantly suppressed Wang Yunsheng's palm.

"This!"

Wang Yunsheng's heart trembled, but he deeply realized that the strength of the white-clothed man was beyond his imagination.

Then, a huge **** storm came out from the white-clothed man's countermeasures and rolled down towards everyone below.

The first ones to bear the brunt are naturally the strong immortals, but their strength is high and deep after all, and they can survive the **** storm, but the people below are not necessarily.

"Uh... Then, what is that?!"

"No, it's a terrifying sight like the doomsday. What is this going to do?"

"Impossible, impossible!"

The people below were instantly caught in boundless fear, because they felt that the super destructive power in the **** storm was an irresistible existence, and they were finished.

"Huh, huh, huh!"

The **** storm, suppressed by the mountains and the sea, no life exists.

Moreover, this storm is an existence that transcends the space of the ladder, and no matter it is on any ladder road, it must be baptized by the storm.

"How could this happen? The different roads on the ladder were attacked by this storm. Is this storm a judgment from the coming of heaven?"

"We are all pious climbers, how can we treat us like this?"

"We are here to find opportunities, are we going to accept such destruction?"

Countless monks, with protruding eyes and no blood on their faces, like a puppet, falling into boundless despair.

The earth and space are all shattering. The power of this **** storm is too strong, like the punishment of the doomsday, no one can escape.

The tall white-clothed man stared coldly at what was happening before him.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The power of destruction began to erupt, and countless monks were caught in the storm.

"what……"

Painful roars, one after another.

"Chi, chi, chi!"

The tearing of limbs and blood has turned the whole scene into a blood hell, and countless monks died tragically.

Their bodies and blood veins all merged into this **** storm to increase its power. This is a storm that kills and becomes more powerful, and its laws are extremely vicious.

"God and devil heaven-the sky is boundless!"

Ye Fan sensed that this **** storm was not the killing of the devil, but the power of heaven was contained in it.

God, is it really pure and flawless?

Heaven, is justice really incarnation?

God, is it really controlled by God's will?

These doubts continued to appear in Ye Fan's mind. He felt that he was confused. What secrets existed on this endless peak?

"what!"

He roared, turned into a thousand-zhang demon body, brandished a magic weapon, and slashed continuously in the storm.

Every slash can provoke the thunder and thunder of heaven and earth, and the sun and the moon will fall into shock!

But he found that before the powerful Scarlet Storm, his power was insignificant and he could not save anyone.

"Uh……"

The screams of horror continued, this is the call of death, the baptism of the doomsday!