Shrouding the Heavens

In the sunset, a man in white is walking step by step, and the sunset falls on him, stained with a sacred luster, making him extraordinary.

His appearance touched everyone's heart, and many people roared out, and the contempt of the seven ancestors from the bottom of their hearts made everyone suffocated.

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

A snow-white shirt flutters in the wind, walking in the evening glow, like a dream, like a dream, a moment of elegance, a peerless look, people want to kneel down and worship.

This is not due to coercion, but an exciting emotion, and people cried out.

"saint!"

"The saints who belong to my race!"

It was almost seventeen or eighty years since Ye Fang said. Ye Fan's eyes were sour, but he didn't expect to see the White King in here.

He can go to this step today, all given by Jiang Shenwang, helping him to continue the sacred body circuit, washing the avenue with the blood of the gods, and helping him break through.

It can be said that all this is now returned by Jiang Shenwang in exchange for his life, otherwise he may be ignorant of everyone.

"King of God ..." Ye Fan's voice trembled, his steps were unstable, and he greeted him forward.

At that time, the **** king mourned, the hero was late, and he went alone to enter the wilderness. He only asked for a death, which made him very sad, but unable to help anything.

Now, finally seeing him again in the world, Ye Fan is very excited, because God King is his most respectful person.

The **** king is covered with white hair and is crystal-like like snow. As soon as he appeared, he gave people a feeling like the majestic mountains and the sky. It made people feel that everything could stand up, like an immortal pillar.

Many people were excited, many people were quietly wiping their tears, and their eyes were red. After being suppressed for so long, everyone was very much looking forward to having a human saint.

The seven ancestors also had to look back. When they saw this extraordinary person, everyone felt a jump in their hearts, and the indifferent look was stagnant.

"King of God ..." Ye Fan approached and paid a visit to the ceremony, almost sobbing, and his feelings were sincere.

"Get up!" God King Jiang Taixu pulled him up with his own hands.

The white clothes are picturesque, and the former supreme style seems to be still in front of us, which makes people feel excited. There are many kings in the world, but there is only one white king in the world who is crowned the word Peerless.

The setting sun dyed the world, the **** king was all splendid, standing there, illuminating everyone's heart, making people feel that he could hold up the whole sky by himself.

"God!"

"Peerless King!"

At this moment, I don't know who shouted first. Everyone else shouted, shouted together, and shook the world.

At this juncture of despair, the arrival of a person has such an effect, which arouses the enthusiasm of all people and makes many ancient peoples frightened.

The seven Archaic Kings also showed a strange color, glinting in their eyes and watching quietly.

The God King is a very unfortunate person. He became famous as a teenager, and he made a great deal of defeats as early as three centuries. The king became great, but he was envious and talented.

After returning, everything has changed. The hero's life has been late, and the old man will die. There is nothing more painful than this. This is an invincible posture, but waiting for life to end.

What is more sad is that the beloved person died to save him, and watched with eyes and eyes, with such a vicissitudes of heart and experience, holding the cold corpse of a fairy in the cloud, gray hair in that sad sunset.

Anyone who understands the life of God King will feel emotionally, grieve for it, be unjust for him, and have a lot of fate. It is a man who makes others follow his heartache.

He killed the Sun King, who had already entered the realm of Zhongzhou Twin Kings. Not long ago, the battle of the barbarian Tieqi riding the northern plains revealed that he had killed the Dark Lord of the royal family, which made him lose the confidence to testify.

How many unknown past events did you do when you were young? With such a glorious record, if there was no waste for four thousand years, where would he grow up?

Whenever I think about it, it makes people sigh and regret for the **** king, this is the true talent of the sky!

"Finally, a saint came out." An ancient king said indifferently.

The scene calmed down, and people were paying attention to the white king in the field, perhaps it should be called the white saint.

However, from a psychological point of view, people are more willing to call it the white king, this is not an achievement, but a unique title.

"A saint who is not quite like ordinary people." The only man among the seven ancient kings who had never spoken, frowned slightly, and said, "How to call you?"

"Jiang Taixu." The **** king spoke calmly, and there was a **** in his eyes, like the evening glow, shining brightly.

There is no saintly spirit, and even less terrifying prestige, but he stands there, but he can evenly share with the seven ancient kings, there is no weakness at all.

This is the feeling of everyone. I do n’t know if it ’s an illusion or an illusion, and my heart has become very determined. When the **** king comes, it will be like the needle of the sea god, which is reassuring.

"Why ... I feel that you are different from the other saints?" An ancient king's indifferent colors converged, and a cloud of doubt appeared on his face.

"Not the same, you and I are of different races, and the testimony is different." God King said.

"No, what kind of Tao do you prove, is definitely stronger than the ordinary saints." The ancient king said in a deep voice.

The people present were all surprised, especially the tribes of the ancients, and even thrilled. This can make the ancient king say such words, which is enough to show that the white saint in front of him is stronger than him.

"The times are different, every human saint is different." Jiang Shenwang said flatly.

However, as soon as these words came out, it was like a thunder, and the ancient kings present were shocked, and their faces changed for the first time.

As for the others, only a few people figured out their meaning, and then they were shocked.

This is a post-recessive era, and it is different from the past. The world cannot allow saints to appear, no one can prove that even the king is almost invisible!

These years have been a time when desperate monks are desperate. When there is nothing in the sky, you ca n’t cut the road. You ca n’t afford to spend your days.

It was different before the Archaic period. When the rules of the world were unchanged, the king was not uncommon, and the saints would have it. It would be much easier to cultivate it than it is now.

In today's world, the kings of Dacheng are as rare as the rare ones, and it is more difficult than the sanctification before ancient times. With such harsh conditions, how can we take the step of the saint?

Over the years, the people who can cut down the path of immortality are amazing. Everyone has their own unique path, which is caused by various opportunities and cannot be copied.

Under such circumstances where sanctification is not allowed, what step will it take to go against the sky?

Every saint made in this great background is incomparable and unique!

Even if they only take the initial step in, it is terrible, because they are the kings of the saints, and they succeeded under the most unlikely conditions of preaching!

Who is the white king? Being crowned with the word "peerless", and being a royal body in itself, coupled with such difficult background conditions, then he deservedly can be called the king of the king!

"Times are different ..." An ancient king murmured to himself, and there was a turbulent wave in his heart.

Human saints are almost invisible, but as long as one jumps out, it is super amazing and scary, which makes them afraid.

"The Ten Thousand Races' Grand Meeting is about to start. Will you not go in and sit down?" The **** king invited him.

"It's not worth going in for a seat. There is no one who can sit on equal feet. What kind of event? I wait for nothing. There are no people who can sit at the same table with whom to talk to."

An ancient king ruthlessly opened his scars, making many human race monks angry, but unable to refute. If it weren't for the arrival of King Jiang, it would really be like this.

"How about I sit down with you and talk about it?" Said the **** in white.

"You are extraordinary, and you are about to get the education. Let's talk about it after we pass this level!" An ancient king stepped forward and came up and shot.

Behind him were thirty-six pairs of divine wings, swaying together, and immediately a light curtain of Tiangang came out, raising a mouthful of divine sword, and split it down.

This is the infinite God, and it is his strongest blow. Sometimes the battle of the saints will win and lose in a single blow, and will decide life and death.

In this sunset, Jiang Taixu was surrounded by golden rays of light, and he had only one action, that is, a finger.

"Qiang"

The sword of heaven is broken under the **** of the **** king, and the **** is extinguished like smoke, turning into a dazzling light and disappearing into the void.

"boom"

A more terrible war started. This time, there were six saints, except one ancient king, all of them attacked and suppressed the white king.

Thousands of strands, all kinds of light formed by the intertwined together, turned into a Dao Xianqi split down, heaven and earth sounds, all kinds of auspicious qi sprayed down, and fell down.

This is the killer weapon sacrificed by the Six Saints, which competes with the world and the sun and the moon.

"Infinite light, infinite robbery, infinite energy, eternal repression!" The six men drank together, resounding through the sky, roaring roaring, and did not know how many miles were transmitted.

The void in front is collapsing, the chaotic light is looming, and a small world is born, and there is an open air machine here.

This is a powerful attack, the sky will be colorful, the land will appear in the lotus, and all kinds of light will gather together to become a sea of ​​gods!

Everyone fell down, not attacked, but could not bear the pressure on the sky, the world seemed to be destroyed.

The peerless **** king stroked his hands, and time seemed to him to be still. He flew white hair, his eyes firm, unmoved, and he traced the path of the Tao.

Only Ye Fan understood that he was evolving the holy law of fighting, the first offensive power in five thousand years, and once again shined!

This time, the King of God appeared as a saint, reproducing his invincible attack and the strongest attack power!

"boom!"

The heavens and earth collapsed, and a red **** stove appeared, sacred and vast, and filled the sky, with ancient patterns of gods, birds, and the like engraved on it.

The haze is like blood, blooming gorgeously, the laws of this holy furnace are intertwined, and the roar of heaven and earth is roaring, suppressing down, no one can stop it!

"What, you brought Ji Dao Emperor!"

"Is this the Jiang family's Hengyu furnace ?!"

Several ancient kings were horrified ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The cold hairs stood upright, and there was a feeling of powerlessness in them, they couldn't resist it, and they kept sinking under pressure.

"No, this is the evolutionary holy spell he evolved, not the imperial soldiers, this ... this is terrible!" An ancient king was cold.

Everyone was shocked, Shi Shitian was shocked, and the Terran monks knew that this must be a sacred method of fighting, which evolved the world's attack!

"The myth that has attacked the first and unbreakable for five thousand years!"

Everyone was excited. After entering the realm of the saints, the white king was even more invincible, and he was still the unique peerless king!

All the tribes of Taikoo have their fears on their faces. Everyone is trembling with fear. What kind of grace is it that a manpower suppresses the Six Saints? The unparalleled strong man, the king of saints!

In the sky, the holy furnace of Cabernet Sauvignon was irresistible, and the six ancient kings who had been pressed bent down and were about to kneel to the ground.

The unprecedented style is unabated. In the past five thousand years, the first attack power is still an unbreakable myth!