Chapter 295 (2/2)

There are good things in the temple. I'm afraid that's the secret that they can act recklessly.

Hanhe raised his long sword and made a distant call to the sky. He was very sincere and solemn. He shouted in a bleak voice: wake up! Protect your heirs!

The desolate voice was suppressed by the Taoist voice of the great sage without coming out too far.

But at this time, Linglong came out with the surviving semi saints and saints. It was obvious that the battle below was over. They came out and saw the big hands covering the sky. Each palm print ran through the sky. It was very terrible. They were all trembling.

But hearing the desolate voice of Han, they felt something and suddenly fell on their knees. Even saints like Li Yuantian became very pious at this time.

Han Peng said to the sky: you never know the power of Qingling world.

Before the great saint answered, Xuanyuan sword broke the air. It was fearless of the great saint's authority and danced in the void. Each sword opened a time and space. That was the past years. In each time and space, countless mortals were praying.

With the opening of time and space, time is passing. The last time and space is opened. What emerges is a modern steel city. They do not kneel down, but they scatter the power of faith in every living creature.

Chinese dynasties call themselves descendants of the dragon. Thousands of years of faith, even without pious kowtow, the voice and faith have always existed in everyone's heart, that is power.

The world of numbers opens and endless power surges.

The great saint realized that the situation was bad and wanted to make a move, but at this time, his hand was pressed down, as if he had received terrible resistance. And the previous extraordinary power to destroy here was blocked and could not fall.

His voice, which triggered the grand voice of the law of heaven and earth, was completely suppressed by endless prayers.

Buddhists are no more than you, but they can achieve the Buddha and the Buddha. And thousands of years of belief in dragons can't be counted. Even if it's just mortals, it's still shocking.

The great saint was anxious and gave a roar. The law veins appeared on the giant hand covering the sky, mobilized the power of the divine world, forcibly pressed it down, and with a loud click, the invisible power guarding the Dragon holy land was broken.

The power of faith is strong, but can't resist the attack of the great sage?

I'm a little desperate.

Han's face also showed anxiety and shouted again: wake up and protect your heirs.

The grand voice of the great saint sneered and said: meaningless struggle. In this world, the great saint is respected. You are all mole ants. It's your honor to be killed by me today.

The giant hand pressed down, and the Han corpse's teeth exposed. He tried his best to protect me in his arms. The open force field also protected the people, but Linglong and they were too far away. The semi holy capital was coughing up blood and the body was disintegrating, which would be wiped out.

Heaven and mole ants have no resistance.

My heart is sad, but I allow the small wooden axe to be extraordinary and the secret plate to be extraordinary. Under the authority of the sage, its light is dim and can not show the ultimate power.

The power they can release is ultimately related to me.

Han Peng coughed up blood in a big mouth. There was a half saint in the distance who couldn't bear it. His body exploded and turned into a blood mist. One or two

Each one is priceless for the current Qingling world. Unfortunately, it was wiped out by the great saint at this time and has no resistance.

Han Pang sighed and took back Xuanyuan sword, but those open time and space still exist and continue to release the power of faith.

Shelter is just a joke. The descendants of the dragon, but you call yourself.

The great saint opened his mouth, made a mockery, and his hands fell mercilessly.

But just as his voice fell, the Feilong bridge suddenly shook, collapsed the animal bones accumulated on it, and exploded dozens of mountains supporting it. After countless years, the bridge floated in the air, swayed left and right, shaking the traces of years on its body.

For a time, the whole bridge was shining, and the bridge columns were turning into bones.

A breath of vicissitudes erupted from it, shaking left and right, shattering the force of the void.

The great saint in the sky shouted angrily, and his palm fell down again. Ruthlessly said: the dragon family has been destroyed. ZuLong will never show up. Kill you today.

When the great saint opened his mouth, the laws were changing. The huge palm instantly shrunk and turned into a kilometer huge hand. He stretched out a finger and pointed out to the flying dragon bridge.

Behind that finger, there is a world hooked by laws. Although it is still incomplete, it is terrible enough to make people tremble.

With the transfer of the power of oppression, we have a chance to breathe, but at that moment, more than a dozen semi saints have been wiped out.

Seeing the great sage's finger fall, the Feilong bridge suddenly made a sound of vicissitudes, like waking up from the eternal silence: I came from ancient times to protect my heirs.