Chapter 4890 (1/2)

The netherworld dimension.

Suddenly, the earth fell apart and natural disasters broke out, shaking countless creatures.

Deep in the void of the netherworld dimension, an ancient existence who had slept for a long time woke up and sighed.

”Someone is dead.”

He was helpless.

Before he fell asleep, he said that before he woke up, things in the five-dimensional domain were less involved in the nether dimension.

What happened?

The three dimensions of ancestral devil, ancestral God and ancestral spirit don't come out. Why do you go to death, a guy whose foundation is damaged?

The ancient existence looks out.

His eyes seemed to penetrate the barrier of the dimensions of the heavens, and he could vaguely see some scenes in the five-dimensional domain.

Even in his eyes, time was like a reversal, allowing him to see the scene of the supreme being beheaded.

Even his ancient and powerful existence was shocked by the power of a sword.

After all.

The person who cut this sword is not another supreme, but a not empty one.

In the realm of life and death.

Countless strong people also change color one after another. After all, the falling of the supreme is too loud.

This side of the city of ruins.

Luo Xiu was also stunned.

good heavens.

The ancient hall Lord was so fierce that he was in such a mess?

Even the supreme one?

Even if the supreme of the nether dimension has a damaged foundation and is not in the peak state, the supreme is the supreme after all!

Even if it is to suppress and defeat the other party, it is easier to accept. Killing is another concept at another level!

The most terrible thing is.

The other party joined hands with the other and was cut off in such a situation.

In the void.

The ancient Taoist priest wiped away a trace of blood from the corners of his mouth.

The power of the sword just now is really strong, fierce and overbearing.

But similarly, he himself has also been greatly backfired.

After all, such a powerful sword should not have been displayed by people in his realm.

”Although it's a little reluctantly, it's a supreme master.” Gu daoran smiled.

Nothing is more exciting than cutting the supreme.

Why is the origin of martial arts frightening?

Isn't it because of the strength of this vein that the genius who claims to cultivate the original martial secret can be supreme without air combat?