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The real king is dead!

To be precise, it was a phantom of the real king's aura that was shattered!

But, even so, Ye Be also created a miracle!

No one can compare!

That is the true king giant above all living beings, not to mention a phantom breath, even a look is enough to split mountains and crack earth.

Terrifying beyond comparison!

However, at this moment, this ancient giant who was regarded as a god by everyone, the supreme existence, was smashed to pieces with a single claw!

The top of the sky.

Ye, who transformed into Kunpeng's body, is as big as a hundred miles, with lifelike golden scales all over his body, and his big claws cover the sky.

Especially those eyes that look like a golden sun.

It is extremely majestic and ancient.

Misty clouds.

The body of Kunpeng overlooks the world.

At this moment, Zigucheng is so quiet that you can hear a needle drop!

"Broken!"

"The true king's phantom is shattered!"

After a long time, a Martial Dao general who has survived for thousands of years raised his head and shouted, with an unbelievable spirit shining in his eyes.

Hearing the sound, everyone's scalps were also numb.

"He used the master to destroy the true king!"

"Myth! This is the real myth!"

"Incomparable! Shock the past and shine the present!"

"It's too scary, not only the younger generation is invincible, but also the old people who are in the real king state are also defeated here!"

Everyone looked wonderful.

Unable to restrain the shock in his heart, his heart was beating wildly.

Even though it was just a phantom of breath.

However, the reputation of the True King Realm is too great, not to mention the prestige of the Buddha True King a hundred generations ago has been passed down through the ages.

Now.

It was defeated by Ye Ye!

In an instant, Ye Be's reputation has risen to an unprecedented peak!

Not the top of the current generation!

But for thousands of generations, it can be ranked in the long river of history!

Ten thousand years ago, one hundred thousand years ago.

Those existences that were as brilliant as stars in the past, those truly rare and crowned kings who have risen in the tide of the times, I am afraid that they can only walk side by side with Ye!

Even if countless ages appeared earlier.

They can't overwhelm the limelight and brilliance of the leaves!

So shocking!

Perhaps, only the descendants of the ancient emperors, the descendants of the godless family can be compared with him.

And the Imperial Clan, Immortal!

Those are divine treasures and rumors that have been lost for countless ages!

"from now on..."

At the gate of Yaolong Dao, Long Jing took a deep breath, with a complex expression on his face, and said in a low voice, "Ye's reputation will deter other people in the northern border, and Wan Qianrong will be like a god when he sees him!"

At the same time, in the place where Butian Sect is located, Yun Xi, who is called a saint, has changed her face even more.

She slightly squinted her beautiful eyes, and the corners of her mouth trembled slightly, "The aura of the real king has been shattered, and the prestige of the extreme western Buddhism will also collapse. , Buddhists are afraid that they will lose all face..."

Swallowing her saliva, Yun Xi's eyes lingered with holy light.

Looking at Ye's back, there is an inexplicable splendor, and the ripples are not extinguished.

Boom boom boom!...

at the same time.

in the sky.

Baili Kunpeng incarnated, shaking with the wind, set off thousands of golden ripples again, like the vitality roots of the roots of ancient trees, covering the sky and the earth between Setsuna.

Ye looked at a corner outside the city.

There, there are countless truths, ugliness and phantoms hidden.

One of the figures.

Mottled bun.

It is the ancestor of Zhenbao Pavilion, Jiang Lingxiu!

"It is said that..."

"You want to hurt my Nine Clans!"

The incarnation of Kunpeng flickers and shines.

Ye Be's expression is chilling, and his breath is soaring!

Snapped!

The white-haired and old Jiang Lingxiu trembled for a moment, his legs trembling with fright.

He is indeed a real king.

However, at this moment, it was just a phantom of breath, and came here across the long mountains and rivers.

Even the phantom of the Patriarch of Jixi Buddhism was wiped out with one blow.

How could he 977 defeat Ye!

In the end, I am afraid that I will follow in the footsteps of the Buddhist ancestors!

not good!

Thinking of this, Jiang Lingxiu's back suddenly went cold.

If he was really cut off with a phantom, not only his strength would be greatly reduced, but his aptitude would be damaged, and even the reputation of Zhenbao Pavilion would also decline.

Looking into the eyes of Kunpeng's avatar, Jiang Lingxiu felt more and more lingering fear.

"It is said that!"

Before he could react.

That icy voice had already appeared above the head.

Suddenly looked up.

It can be seen that the stalwart Kunpeng, which is hundreds of miles in size, hangs high above the sky.

"You want to hurt my Nine Clans!"

Ye Be repeated this sentence.

But the voice was like thunder, and Jiang Lingxiu was so frightened that his whole body was stunned, and his legs and feet couldn't stand still!

The void bursts into pieces.

The power of the princes was completely released.

In this way, a divine rainbow runs through to this giant true king...