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Chapter 1790

The sea of ​​clouds is angry.

When he stood up, regardless of the injuries all over his body, he said with a cold look in his eyes: "Evil thief of Nine Dragons, you actually inflicted such severe damage to the Demigod Pavilion of our Heavenly Temple?"

Yunhai understood in his heart.

After today.

The Demigod Pavilion of the Heavenly Temple exists in name only, and all of this was given by Lingtian. The most shameful thing is that Lingtian is just a powerful emperor?

Emperor Zun!

An ant-like existence actually destroyed the Temple of Heaven to such an extent?

shame!

Unprecedented shame poured into Yun Hai's heart, and Mu Yunqian disdained: "It's just a demigod, and he's talking so much nonsense when he's about to die."

Lenghengluo.

Mu Yunqian grasped the Qinghong Single Blade, swooped down again, and used the Senhan long sword to kill again. Yunhai laughed wildly: "Come on!"

A loud shout.

The sea of ​​clouds was ready to fight to the death, but at this moment, black clouds rose up in the sky, and the black clouds all over the sky were like rolling waves, converging in one place, and thundering in the sky.

The word vigorous.

Penetrating the clouds: "Be outrageous!"

Two words fell.

Dominate the light.

A shadow loomed in the sky.

Plop!

Plop!

Plop!

When the shadow volleyed in the sky, everyone at the scene felt as if Mount Tai was overwhelming them. Everyone knelt on their knees in unison. Even the powerful Mu Yunchian shuddered and his eyes were shocked: "What kind of strong man is this?"

"Could it be..."

When Mu Yunqian was frightened, he turned around in an instant and shouted at Ling Tian: "Run!"

The deity is helpless.

You can see the fear.

Ling Tian was shocked. What kind of strong man could make Mu Yunqian, who was in the divine realm, so frightened?

pity.

Before Ling Tian could think about it, the shadowy old man in the sky snorted coldly: "Are you leaving?"

The cold words fell.

The old man pressed his hand in the air, and the domineering power surged down like a tide. Mu Yunqian narrowed his eyes and swung his sword to resist. When he resisted, Mu Yunqian vomited blood in an instant.

The body was violently thrown away.

"senior!"

Ling Tian and Lin Wanyun exclaimed, but when Mu Yunqian landed, he turned around and shouted: "Let's go!"

Feeling of anxiety.

No cover-up.

A look of fear.

Visible all over.

They had just fought, and he actually felt like an ant?

Feel like this.

Unprecedented.

Ling Tian felt angry and unbearable, but he also felt that the coercion was unbearable. What kind of state could such a powerful person be in? When Ling Tian's thoughts fell, he saw a shadow turning around and scanning Ling Tian with his eyes.

hiss!

A feeling of despair surged into my heart in an instant. Facing such a powerful person, my soul was trembling. The five dragons in my body also sensed the host was in danger, and they spiraled out uncontrollably in the blink of an eye.

Five dragons surround the body.

The old man sneered: "Nine dragons are evil, but they have only gathered the power of five dragons, and they want to disobey the Temple of Heaven. It's really ridiculous."

"Die to me."

One death.

The old man raised his hand, and under the void, a huge palm spread across the sky, and without saying a word, it grabbed Ling Tian. Facing the power of the palm, Ling Tian's body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and it was difficult to move at all.

"Danger!"

Lin Wanyun exclaimed, regardless of the danger, she used the power of the Holy Lotus and resisted again. The shadow snorted coldly: "Trash!"

immediately.

He saw that with a slap of his giant palm, Lin Wanyun was knocked away.

Poof!

The moment Lin Wanyun landed on the ground, she vomited out a large mouthful of blood. Her face was so pale that it was even difficult to get up.

"No!"

Ling Tian's eyes turned red for a moment, tears of blood drooped down, the cloak on his body flew away in an instant, the power of the five dragons in his body gathered in an instant, his muscles and veins could not bear it, and his skin instantly oozed blood, and he was ready to die.

Let’s face it again!

The Five Sacred Artifacts.
Chapter completed!
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