Lord of the Low Version System

Get me back!

This voice echoed the voice of Tamil, the will of the entire Titan continent.

Immediately, Tamil struck the sky with his left hand and threw a punch with his right hand.

boom!

The violent concussion force swayed in all directions centered on the Tamil right fist.

Everything is changed.

However, the frenzy of destruction remains strong, deep, and irresistible.

boom!

It was another punch.

Even if blood splashed from the right fist, Tamil still attacked with punch after punch.

Flesh and blood spattered and healed instantly.

Time and time again...

His blood is boiling, his soul is burning, and his has been tempered more tenacious and stable in the impact again and again.

Almost immortal.

What can't kill Tamil will only make him stronger.

The creatures of the Titan Continent all looked up.

Looking at the huge figure of Qingtian.

Watching him fight against the sky.

The light bursting from the fist is comparable to the stars, moon, and sun, shining on the world, bathing every creature.

This light contains the blood and fighting spirit that Tamil glows, full of spiritual ideas, and the special energy that is emitted when the heavens, the world, and higher levels of existence collapse.

You can improve at a glance, and you can realize it after a while. Even mortals can become gods because of this, and gods can break through their own limits and set foot on higher levels.

However, this can't make them feel a little bit of glory, and some are just endless decadence.

Even if they become gods, or even surpass them, they still cannot intervene in the ongoing battle of Tamil.

Because Tamil grew faster than them.

Even if you become a god, you still need to look up to Tamil, even so you still can't see his true face.

He is right in front of him.

But it is beyond expectation.

He is still standing upright, but his body is growing every day, even every minute and every second.

The sky was pushed up by him.

He stepped on the ground.

He is the new world.

The frenzy of destruction is surging, and the waves are surging, like dominoes, constantly accumulating energy.

Tamil is exactly the last domino.

All the energy is concentrated on him. If he follows the trend, this destructive force will not cause any substantial damage to him. If he resists, all the power will bombard him.

Now, Tamil not only did it, but successfully resisted the strongest blow.

The frenzy of destruction has destroyed countless worlds, rushed for an unknown distance, and the accumulated energy exceeded the limit of imagination.

According to the energy conduction method of dominoes, no existence in the world can be spared by this force.

However, Tamil survived and stood up.

Even in the process, he was crushed billions of times.

He is still alive after all.

After the strongest blow, the frenzy of destruction required a long accumulation to re-strike the same level as before.

However, Tamil will not give it a second chance.

boom!

One punch hit the dark sky.

The sky shook slightly, like the sewer cover was stabbed a few times.

boom!

Another punch...

Not only did the domino fail to overwhelm the last piece, it was pushed back by this piece, and it was straightened and reversed in bursts of crunching sounds.

Moreover, the strength of this righting and reverse pushing is getting stronger and stronger.

Click!

Click!

Click...

It's like dominoes colliding, it's like gears are turning, it's more like fate is rubbing...

In short, Tamil's actions involve a supreme existence, an unknown force and rule.

This voice continues.

No one knows how loud it lasted, let alone how long it will last.

A young elf flew into the sky.

He flew all the way and stopped all the way.

He rested on Tamil’s toes for a while, and then rested on Tamil’s knees for a few days. The more upward, the more difficult the flight and the longer time wasted. When encountering a strong flow of energy, he would even be blown back. .

In this way, walking and stopping all the way, advancing and retreating, he finally changed from a young elf to an old elf.

"His Majesty……"

Tamil stopped shaking his fist in an instant.

"Where was the elf last time?"

"Your Majesty, my father has returned to his life."

Tamil was silent for a while, "How many years has it been? Has the queen given birth?"

"Your Majesty, time has been messed up. The sand in the hourglass is no longer flowing down. The queen is not yet born."

Tamil didn't wait for the elf to speak, "Time magic is useless, right? What are you doing?"

"Your Majesty, I am not married, and I have no children, and there will be no next messenger."

Tamil hummed that he knew.

Immediately, it was another punch.

The elf closed his eyes contentedly-his father's will was finally completed.

As for myself...

He jumped and jumped off Tamil's ears.

"I'm afraid I can't go back alive... The sky is indeed high, but the world is too narrow, and it won't be long before flying... Let me sleep forever in this free sky."

After the messenger left, Tamil roared, and the speed and frequency of his fists suddenly doubled.

Double!

Double!

boom!

Tamil's hand pierced the sky.

But soon, he discovered that this was only one layer, and there was another layer behind.

boom!

Punch!

Another layer was broken.

Just like peeling an onion, the sky shatters and disappears layer by layer, and it continues to rise in the process of disappearing.

Tamil's curved spine straightened up a little bit, and his left hand, trying to support the sky, was also free, and joined the battle together.

The elves who are about to hit the wall are ready to meet death, but the barriers in front of them disappear one after another, and the world has become wider...

However, he flew too fast, and the speed of the world's expansion could not keep up with the speed of his flight.

Not surprisingly, he would still hit a wall and be crushed to pieces.

Tamil also noticed this detail.

"Damn it, drive me!"

He made a flat fist with his right hand.

He didn't know why he made this action.

He only knew that when he made this action, a strange force responded to him.

An axe appeared in his hand.

The axe is the favorite production tool and combat weapon of barbarians.

The axe in the palm of Tamil is manifested, and the source of manifestation is the spiritual ideas passed down from generation to generation by countless barbarians.

Their understanding, praise, enthusiasm, love ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and even their beliefs about the axe are all gathered together and manifested through the hands of Tamil.

open!

The elf messenger found that a dazzling light fell from the sky, instantly flooding his vision and bathing his body.

That power contains the power to destroy the world.

No, heaven and earth are not worth mentioning in front of this power.

Card wipe...

The axe and blade violently collide with the world barrier formed by the frenzy of destruction,

[Yesterday at noon, there was an internal ghost who broke up the book group, quickly posted all kinds of prohibited content in a short time, and then reported it by myself. When I reacted, the group has been permanent, and the group of nearly 700 people is so empty. Now, less than one-tenth of the book friends who have been with them for more than a year can get back in touch. The inner ghost orphan is disgusting. By the way, the new group 1098391422, one hundred nine eight three nine one four two two, new and old friends can add it]

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