MTL - Mixed Miners-Chapter 1935 Exquisite Saint
The skeleton is not big, it is about the size of a normal person, but it falls in the eyes of everyone. It is like a sky-filled whole sea, it seems that the whole world is between the control of the skeleton.
The eight guardian palaces were suspended around the map, and Ding Cong and others stood at the gate of the palace with a serious look at this time, looking at the golden skeleton in the center.
This is no doubt the Promise of the Promise.
A generation of saints has been sealed here for hundreds of millions of years, and time is no longer countable, because the eight worlds built with his body have now collapsed.
"The Promise ~~"
With the appearance of Yang Ling and others, a Tsing Yi woman threw herself into the golden skeleton, but she did not touch the gossip map and was bounced off with a horrible breath.
The horror of Xuanyuan Tsing Yi, such as the strength of the Holy King, could not completely resist this power.
"The Promise ~ Promise, you wake up!" Xuanyuan Tsing Yi stood in nothingness and yelled at the golden cockroach. There was no dullness and calmness at the beginning of the encounter. Some were just infinite excitement and helplessness.
"Time is finally here!" With an old voice echoing in nothingness, a black scorpion began to sway over the gossip map, a hair like a grass, and an old man with a worn animal skin emerged from the shackles.
"Holy Respect ~" The heads of the eight guardian seals that came with Yang Ling were collectively in nothingness.
The old man nodded slightly, then his finger bounced. He saw the chain on the bronze coffin of eight. Then he began to loosen it. Finally, the cover was opened, and a woman’s skull and limbs emerged from the inside, although I don’t know. How many years have passed since the death, but the skin is still crystal clear and white, emitting hundreds of millions of rays.
This must be the body of the exquisite monarch.
Looking at the body that was smashed into eight pieces, Yang Ling couldn't help but sway.
The rest of the people are pale.
A generation of holy princes, the guardian of the sacred sage, the most beautiful and noble woman of the nine days, actually fell to this end, this can not be described with sorrow and emotion, all people feel only panic and endless cold.
And Yang Ling is also black and terrible, and his heart is also rising with an inexplicable anger that cannot be suppressed.
This anger does not know that it is because of the horror of the exquisite monarch. I don’t know that it is because of the cruelty of the creation of the Holy Spirit. It just makes Yang Ling feel like a volcano, and there are endless negative emotions accumulating.
"Xuanyuan, you are finally willing to appear, in order to suppress and kill the Promise, you will most respect your exquisite Saint Jun as a seal, I am for you, what face do you face to the Taikoo people, you have In the face of those who are born and died with you, the most hypocritical, the most shameless, the most unscrupulous person in the world is you..."
The voice of Xuanyuan Tsing Yi sounded in nothingness. Yang Ling didn’t have to look back, she knew that she must be angered at this time, because these words were not a daughter’s words to her father, so she was suppressed in Nine Nether. Under the spring, he has lost any feelings for his father, and the only thing left is hate and anger.
The old man did not hear it. The messy long hair covered the old face, and the fingers flicked again. I saw a sudden glory on the gossip map. The eight chains circling like a dragon, and finally turned into eight huge copper pillars. It fell around the golden skeleton.
"Exquisite, don't wake up to wait for more?"
The old man pointed his finger forward again, and saw a dark scorpion swaying from the gossip map. An illusory woman figure emerged from the shackles, and then slowly condensed into a white dress in the skylight. A beautiful woman with a natural heroic temperament on her cheeks.
This woman Yang Ling once saw it in the memory of the Promise of the Promise.
"Holy lord~" The white skirt woman is on top of the gossip map.
"Exquisite, when you arbitrarily let go of the Promise, I did not blame you, but you have to use this method to redeem sin, now the time has come, are you still willing to fulfill the original promise?" The old man's voice does not bring any emotion.
"Holy sage, exquisitely knows that sin is deep, the destruction of nine days and ten places and the charity of the Wan people are all because of me, in order to kill the wind, for the sake of heaven and earth to return to order again, for the sake of the people of the family can re-enter the nine days. Living in the earth, Linglong is willing to fulfill the original promise!"
"You don't regret it?" the old man asked faintly.
"Exquisite does not regret, please the Holy Spirit to complete!" The white skirt woman possessed a heavy head.
"Exquisite, I really didn't blame you for that thing! You can still regret it now!" The old man seemed to be intolerable, and his tone became milder.
"The exquisiteness has been decided, the Holy Spirit does not have to persuade me, all mistakes are caused by me, and all mistakes should be ended by me. I only hope that I can help the Holy One last time, holy, take care!"
When the woman in the white skirt finished, the body suddenly turned into a ray of sunshine, and then the broken body that had been floating in the air turned into a white light and rushed out of the gossip figure into the statue of the Eight Guardian Palace. Among them, the statues that stood in front of the palace began to grow up quickly, and soon grew to nearly 100,000 kilometers.
As the statue grows up, both Ding Cong, Dou Yuntao, Oda Snow and Yunhai Longyan Ruyu, at the same time, feel that their realm is rapidly improving, and the dojo in the Shenhai is expanding wildly, among the shimmering white lights. The gate of the starlight is also rapidly solidifying ~www.novelbuddy.com~ quickly became a star-studded physical portal.
This change can be said to make Yang Ling's stunned.
Not only Yang Ling’s mouth is big, he can stuff it into a big duck egg, and even Xuanyuan Tsing Yi’s face is dull.
This is completely different from what they knew before.
Linglong Shengjun was not killed by the anger of the creation of the saints, but was willing to suppress the Promise of the Promise here, but now he gave death and sin, and gave all the power of his order to Ding Cong and others. In order to finally kill the wind, killing the man she once admired and secretly let go.
“Is it very strange?” The old man turned and looked at Yang Ling.
Yang Ling Muran nodded.
The old man’s slightly embarrassed body was slightly straight, and the chaotic grass-like hair spread out, revealing a wrinkled face and a pair of muddy eyes, which looked like an ordinary old man who would walk.
"If there is no wind and rain, the wind will be prosperous, there will be no collapse in nine days, millions of races, hundreds of millions of saints, billions of souls have ruined their lives because of her decision, she is willing to pay for her mistakes. Everything, I can't stop him, not to mention that in the battle with the wind, I was hurt by the loopholes in the order, and I didn't have the extra power to suppress him. The exquisite volunteers solved the wind and the wind, so that I could Re-creating the Eight Realms, creating the time and conditions for the Wanzu people to continue to this day, this is cause and effect, but also destiny, but also her fate, the saints can not escape, just like we are standing here today, we must be this Do a final break, completely kill the wind, recast the nine days and ten places, let the heavens return to order, and stop the door of destiny." The old man's face showed a hint of sadness.
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