Xuanhuan: Me! Start to create a secret building!

“Really?”

Beichen Yong slowly got up, his face was as heavy as water, and his voice seemed to come from the Nine Nether Hell, without a trace of emotion, and he was indifferent to the extreme.

He stood up, put his hands behind his back, condescendingly, and looked down at Beichen Heng.

“Emperor, you should understand that everything you have today has been given to you by Xuan…”

“What is given to you is yours, and if you don’t give it, you can’t rob it!”

“Boom!”

The voice fell.

Heaven and earth rioted, thunder shining, destroying and decaying, turning this palace within a radius of thousands of zhang into a sea of thunder, thunder light rampant!

Beichenyong stood above the sea of thunder, as if a thunder god reincarnated.

Don’t look directly!

Do not desecrate!

“Everything you have done today has crossed the bottom line, and it is time to take back everything that has been given to you!”

“When did Father have a bottom line?”

The corners of Beichen Heng’s mouth hooked, he sneered, and said indifferently: “Everything that the father has given you does not need to take back personally, I will return everything to you today!” ”

“You’re looking for your own death!”

Beichen Yong’s eyes were cold.

How many years?

Thousands of years have passed, and no one has dared to speak to themselves like this for a long time.

The last one, the person who said so, should still be his sixth son.

“Anyone who provokes Xu will be doomed in the end, even if it is Xuan’s son, it will not be an exception.”

“I’d like to give it a try.”

Beichen Heng chuckled.

“Buzz!”

A soft sound came out.

In the field.

The aura on Beichen Heng’s body reversed, and a majestic True Yuan spread out in all directions, and the aura on his body began to retreat rapidly.

Holy Lord Realm!

Celestial Planetary Realm!

The sky has changed!

……

“You dare!”

Beichen Yong shouted angrily, his old face, almost twisted together, his white hair dancing chaotically, terrifying, like an angry lion out of a cage, covering the sky with anger.

He rushed down the steps.

Want to stop all this.

After a thousand calculations, Beichen Heng actually dared to abolish cultivation!

If he is ruined, what will he do?

Now.

He was only a line away from the Holy Realm, devouring Beichen Heng’s cultivation, and he had eight layers of hope that he could become holy!

Eight floors!

This can already be said to be ironclad sanctification!

Now, Beichen Heng abolished cultivation in one fell swoop, and he was reduced to a waste, but his hope of becoming holy would also be cut off from now on.

Coupled with his own age, even if he takes the longevity pill, he can’t last long.

For the rest of the time, there was simply no time to find another genius and cultivate it to the Saint Lord level, and geniuses were not so easy to find.

Just one Beichen Heng, he has cultivated for more than a thousand years!

How many resources were spent?

How much effort?

Beichen Heng’s actions at this moment not only shattered his thousand-year-old plan, but also dragged him to die together!

“Boom!”

The last wisp of breath is gone.

Beichen Heng changed from a middle-aged man to an old man, with pale hair, wrinkled face, and a tall figure, standing trembling in place.

Without cultivation, his life was like a candle in the wind, which would be extinguished at any time.

It looks a little older than Beichenyong.

Fall to this point.

Knowing that life has come to an end.

Beichen Heng still didn’t worry, he looked at his angry and corrupted father and smiled softly.

“Huh!”

“Hahaha!!!”

From a chuckle to a maniacal laugh, it spread throughout the square circle for several miles.

“Father, how does this feel?”

Beichen Heng said happily.

A thousand years of depression, once vomited!

Seeing one royal brother after another, stepping into the palace under their feet, and finally disappearing, he can be regarded as helping them fulfill a long-cherished wish today!

Lost your most crucial link.

The idea of the Father Emperor becoming a saint is destined to never be realized again!

He came here today to let his father and emperor watch his hope of holiness pass away little by little in front of him.

If he uses all means, he will not be able to salvage the defeat.

This kind of despair was experienced by the eight royal brothers and themselves.

Today.

Father, you should also experience it.

“Wicked Obstacles!!!!”

Beichen Yong was furious, his body exuded an aura like a demon, and the whole person seemed to be a volcanic eruption, and his essence pierced the sky.

The earth under his feet was shaking violently, cracking one after another terrifying cracks.

This kind of sight is too scary.

It’s creepy.

At this moment, Beichenyong seems to be crazy, his eyes are red, his body is full of anger, and his mouth is constantly panting, a thousand years of planning, and it will be put into water in one day!

Nothing is gone!

The initiator of all this is this villain in front of him!

Even his own son, who cut off his chance of sanctification, has now become an outright mortal enemy, and his soul must be broken up and forever destroyed.

Only then can you quench the anger in your heart!

“Die!!”

Beichen Yong grabbed it with his big hand, and with a grip of the void, the black thunder in the sky fell, gathered in his palm, and turned into a pitch-black spear.

At the moment when the spear appeared, a heaven-destroying aura swept out.

This spear has become the only one in heaven and earth!

“Boom!”

A loud bang.

The spear pierced through the void and quickly killed towards Beichen Heng, and before he could kill it, an aura that was suppressed to the extreme fell first.

This moment.

The whole space becomes sticky, there is no way to avoid it, there is no way to hide.

Only hard connect!

With the current state of Beichenheng’s ordinary people, how to receive this blow?

Apparently.

Beichenyong has the idea of killing.

He wants to completely crush the ninth son in front of him to vent his hatred!