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Four hundred and thirtieth chapters thunder from the sky(2/2)

After experiencing the Nascent Soul bombardment, the roof of the crumbling main hall was lifted off. It could no longer bear the terrifying atmosphere. It collapsed directly with a loud "bang", and a small half of the house was crushed to pieces at this moment.

During this process, countless people had no time to retreat, so their meridians and souls were shattered, and they died on the spot.

But now, no one cares about the life or death of a group of ants——

High-level monks are already inhuman beings. They can be friendly with ants, but they can also turn them into powder with a single thought.

All eyes were focused on Taoist Yunyang, showing endless respect and awe.

In the world of practitioners, the only iron rule is to respect the strong!

"cut!"

Taoist Yunyang raised his hand and swiped, the space suddenly distorted, and a flying sword whizzed out. It was only the size of a child's palm, and its body was silver-white, but it exuded a shockingly sharp energy, which seemed to be able to penetrate all things, and the heaven and earth could not stop it in the slightest.

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An inch of sword is like a rainbow, and like a star falling to the earth.

This sword was obtained by Taoist Yunyang in a secret realm in his early years. It has been a treasure carried by a strong man in the Soul Realm for thousands of years. Even though its power has been damaged due to silence for thousands of years, it still has the power of a top Nascent Soul level magic weapon.

Together with him, the Nascent Soul's upper realm cultivation levels are superimposed, and the terrifying killing power erupted can be regarded as the strongest level in the Divine Soul realm.

This was originally Taoist Yunyang's trump card and would never be revealed to others easily, but the threat from Luo Guan was so great that he did not dare to hold anything back and tried to kill him with just one blow.

Luo Guan's eyes were bright, staring at the silver flying sword, and he raised his hand to point the sword towards the sky.

Rumble——

Thousands of thunders exploded in the sky above the Holy City. The dazzling lightning made countless monks tremble in their hearts. They raised their heads suddenly and their breathing suddenly stopped.
Chapter completed!
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