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- The monks just looked at it from a distance, and felt uneasy in their hearts. The catastrophe caused by the Yang family's holy god was really terrifying, and it seemed like a great destruction was taking place in the universe.
The scene is extremely spectacular!
In the thunder and lightning stars, the Holy God of the Yang family was spitting out thousands of meters of thunder, with his black hair hanging loose, like gods and demons performing martial arts, and endless calamity thunder was added to them.
This is the chasm of the heavenly tribulation. It has blocked countless cultivators in the world, but it cannot stop the footsteps of the Holy God of the Yang family. His whole body is sacred, his Tao realm is extraordinary, he is accompanied by some shocking visions, and he has been beaten and refined by the heavenly tribulation.
He went straight into the depths, facing the ferocious thunder dragon and the thunder as wide as a river. He stretched out his hand and exuded the aura of the rising world. The kun fish cut across the blue sky, going towards the sky and coming at dusk, causing the sky to move, as if there was something wrong. The sea of ??bitterness breaks out, drowning pieces of thunder.
In a trance, the thunder and lightning stars shook violently, as if a real Kun fish rushed out of the curtain of the world, opened its mouth, and the thunder dragon shattered like a spicy stick.
Boom~!
The star was shattered by Kun Yu, and the body of the Yang family's holy spirit was like the sun, blooming with the immortal light of the sky, with its feet in the deep darkness, and the sky above its head thousands of miles away.
His clothes are fluttering, not stained by dust, and he stands at the end of the horizon. He stands far enough away, shining thousands of miles away, as if he is being looked up to by all living beings.
The light is like this, and the energy fluctuations it emits are like a vast ocean, drowning it and making it difficult to breathe.
This is a terrifying catastrophe that surpasses the Great Qing catastrophe, causing some creatures¡¯ memories to fluctuate, recalling the undefeated years of the Yang family¡¯s holy gods, which was also an unspeakable era.
"I seem to be seeing the achievements of a supreme leader!"
Some people lament that the Holy Spirit of the Yang family is definitely the most brilliant among the young beings of the Yang family.
In the distance, there is a majestic wind, a violent storm, and overlapping mountains, all immersed in the rain.
The second catastrophe came quickly, leaving little chance to breathe.
The Holy God of the Yang family raised his head, his hair was flowing, and his skin, flesh, meridians, and bones were all exuding surging breath, with unpredictable power.
His eyes are like torches, always in the void, lighting up the darkness.
The heavenly army has horses riding on it, the drums are beating and gold is beating, the blue clouds are like tigers, the golden light is boiling, and the energy is sweeping thousands of miles.
This is a very horrifying scene, and those who see it are inexplicably horrified.
The calamity cloud was illuminated, and a golden avenue extended down. It was built of gold bricks, just like the legendary passageway to the heavenly palace.
"Woo~!"
From that calamity cloud, the war trumpet sounded, tens of thousands of people marched, and the sound of footsteps made the sky tremble. The monks only felt that their bodies were numb, their scalps were about to explode, and their hearts were being pinched, making it difficult to beat.
There are fluttering battle flags, clanging golden swords, and clanging iron armor, which shake the heaven and earth.
There was an army coming out of the calamity cloud, like a heavenly army. They had a cold temperament. They numbered tens of thousands of people, but they seemed to be one body. The majestic momentum of being twisted together was indestructible.
"According to legend, in ancient times, there was a great demon who overcame a tribulation and attracted hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals to descend!"
There are some old people whose mouths are trembling. Although they are talking, their hearts are extremely shocked.
¡°The great demon¡that is a legend from the distant past. Killing saints is like slaughtering chickens and dogs.
One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers and generals are helpless.
The younger generation are all stunned, because every sergeant there is so aggressive that they are currently unable to defeat them!
"Huha~!"
The sound shocked the world and caused chaos in the nine heavens. Wherever the golden sword went, it was the enemy!
The Holy Spirit of the Yang family was very plain. He opened his divine eyes and shot two rays of light into the calamity cloud.
He walked slowly and said slowly: "Still not coming out? Then I will fight."
Facing 10,000 people, it was not inferior to the torrent of the heavenly army.
"Are we going to kill all ten thousand people?"
The monks looked at the bright sky and the powerful figure of the Yang family's Holy God, and their bodies couldn't stop trembling.
"kill!"
As soon as the calamity cloud swayed, the heavenly army of ten thousand people charged down. Their march was rigorous, very orderly, and majestic.
That scene is truly unparalleled and breathtaking.
Boom~!
There is even a vast sea of ??thunder sloping, like a waterfall crashing down.
The Holy Spirit of the Yang family walked up slowly, moving sideways with every step.
Before the collapse of the sky, it was as motionless as a mountain and as moving as thunder!
In the eyes of the monks, the Holy God of the Yang family took action, fought with the tens of thousands of heavenly troops, and directly penetrated them!
The hand of the Holy God was shot out, like the seal of the God King. The power was unparalleled. The void was directly torn apart, and chaos rose and fell. The Yang family's Holy God did not hold back, and directly destroyed the sky.However, under the thunder, although the magic weapon was damaged, it was not broken. However, the old man was shattered and died.
Before he died, he took it indifferently. His life was short, but he still felt a little regretful. His words before leaving were widely spread, and everyone felt unhappy.
This is the cruelty and reality of cultivating Taoism. If you want to fight against the sky, you can only fight with your life.
A certain old Taoist from the Qiankun Dao Palace, with white beard and hair, stood on a chessboard, playing chess with the world and fighting against the heavenly calamity.
This is the most intense game of chess played by the veteran. Every move is closely connected. It is so fast that it makes people shudder and cannot see through it at all.
Soon, his Taoist robe became tattered, his face turned red, his orifices were bleeding, and his flesh and blood burst open, turning him into a bloody man. After a while, he began to burn and collapse from the inside out.
"It's a pity that I can't defeat the sky"
The old Taoist smiled and disappeared.
The face of the Holy Son of Heaven and Earth was revealed, and the eyes of Saint Son of Heaven and Earth were red.
"Hahaha, I have fought hard in this life and have no regrets"
Some people died generously, and these old people fought for their own way at the last moment of their lives.
"well¡¡"
Some people didn¡¯t say anything. When they were overwhelmed by the thunder, they just sighed heavily.
"II'm not willing to give in!"
Some people want to escape, but when the catastrophe begins, they either survive life or fail and die.
It was very miserable to be able to withstand it, but it was also torn apart.
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In a short period of time, the ground was stained with blood and broken bones, and the smell of blood was strong.
??The creatures feel dull and depressed in their hearts.
The great road is like fire, and the monks are like moths. They yearn for the light of the fire and feel the warmth of the body. Even if they die and turn into dust, they will still share the light.
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