: 1803. Only one person

Within the Xianting, the three thousand wonders were decomposed and separated, and the Tiangong above nine days was also ravaged at this moment.
Yan Zhaoge walked between the temples of the Temple of Heaven, wherever he went, razed to the ground!
The hordes of the outer roads that are in the palace are also dying.
A group of Xianting Tianzun, looking at the light Yanzi songs, all suffering in the mouth.
"There are a few that can be taken, and the green hills are not afraid of burning wood." The value of the year is too old, Tianzun Yinjiao said helplessly.
It’s like they are out of the way, even if they are on the road to Daro, if they lose their willingness to sacrifice, even if they don’t fall into the realm, they will lead to weakness.
Only at this moment, the catastrophe has come, and there is no end to the eggs under the nest, but it does not care so much.
"Difficult, difficult, difficult!" Lu Tian, ​​the great emperor of Lu Tian, ​​looked grim and looked into the void.
There, there is more than one powerful atmosphere that is looming.
The authentic gate of the Daomen is ruined by Xianting. Although Yan Zhaoge is only present at the moment, there are more masters hidden in the outside, and the nets are laid down!
The great Luo is strong, concealing the endless void, and integrating with the void, and drifting with the void, the world is hard to find.
However, the authenticity of the Taoist door will easily put a group of Xianting Da Luo Tianxian to get rid of this?
This time, you must kill Xianting!
The grievances of the past years have to be broken one by one, and now is the first step.
"That can't sit still or not? In the same year, Sanqing rumors, isn't that just coming over?" A lazy voice sounded.
Looking at the big dream Tianzun Wang Guan, other outside heavens are silent.
Someone heard the words "Sanqing rumors", the face changed slightly, but in the end it only turned into sigh.
Lu Yue was about to speak, but he saw the lazy, seemingly unstoppable Wang Guan, and even went straight to the Yan Zhao song.
The moment before, I said that I should try my best to take it. This moment seems to be devoted to the tiger's mouth. When others saw it, I was shocked.
"Wang Daoyou has to be lucky, my generation has gone this way, and there is no possibility of changing the strings!" Lu Yue shouted.
Wang Guan yawned: "The brothers are more worried. God wants me to wait for today's robbing. I can't avoid it. So why not be calm? Let the other party know that my generation also has martyrdom.

After disregarding the body, a group of different look of Xianting Tianzun, a sleepy green shirt man, from face to face Yan Zhaoge.
Yan Zhao Ge stopped his steps and looked up and down the king. "I believe that there are also martyrs in the outer road, but I thought that it should be done in a low-aged person, not a character like you."
"It's not questioning your heart's will, but you who are in Daluo. You should know very well about what you have done."
After listening to Yan Zhaoge’s words, Wang Guan’s face showed an indescribable look.
His voice is exhausted: "Now I know a lot of things, but I know that I have already embarked on this road before. As Lu Yuedao said, my generation has not changed the room and can only go all the way."
"When you get through, you will pass, you can't get through, it's like today." Wang Guan smiled and said: "We only have two results, and we can't choose not to go."
Yan Zhao song faintly asked: "Your generation is on the stage of Da Luo, but it is only a maximum of one yuan, and then go up, where can I go? I am afraid that it is necessary to be detached, can you move on?"
"Not ‘we’.
Wang Guanyi sighed long and sighed:
It’s ‘I’, or any other friend.

Yan Zhao's songs flashed, while Lu Yue, Yin Jiao and other foreign gods were indifferent. Some of them looked calm and unchanged, some angered Wang Guanshui, and others also showed helplessness.
"On the day of the eternal detachment, all the believers are sacrificed, including those who have been born to Daluo." Wang Guan laughed again: "With one exception, it will be a continuation of Taoism, inheriting Tianzun clothes, automatically boarding the road, and thereafter Reopening the fairy court, re-establishing the world, and then preaching, is a new beginning."
"As for who is this exception, we are all not sure about it now. It is not necessarily who has the strongest strength. Who can succeed, perhaps it is the blessing of Heaven, and it can be said in a word?"
Wang Guan shook his head.
When he talked with Yan Zhaoge, he did not avoid people, and the voice spread far and wide, and then echoed in Xianting.
But at this moment, it doesn't matter.
That thousand worlds, the other people in their own way to take care of.
Many foreign powerhouses are also mostly annihilated by Yan Zhao.
Starting today, Xianting is destined to become history.
"Is it maybe the strongest one?" Yan Zhaoge looked at him and looked at Lu Yue, Yin Jiao and others: "The white lotus is also almost the same. It is like this, maybe you are behind you." Someone, I am looking forward to your death with you?"
"Oh, no, it should be the last moment when you and Bai Lian's pure land are divided and won, and I hope that you two will finish together." Yan Zhao song looked at Wang Guan.
Wang Guan said tiredly: "Now, it doesn't matter."
He looked at Yan Zhao's song: "It's like I'm taking the initiative to come to you now, or if I run away, it doesn't make much difference."
"This road, since I can't choose not to go, then go straight and neat!"
The color of the sleepy and lazy face of the man in the green shirt suddenly swept away, and the unprecedented radiance and gaze were like electricity.
He was under the body of the week, as if there was an illusory fog.
Throughout the Xianting Temple, even in the wonderland of the heavens, this moment has become like a illusion, making people fall into a dream.
At this moment, Xianting is the first big Luo Qiang under the sacred Tianzun, and the big dream Tianzun Wang Guan shows the strongest strength in life.
"It is comparable to the last sword of the Soviet Union. It is better than the authentic Dao Tianxian of my generation." Yan Zhao's song is slightly emotional, and his eyes look around to surround his own fog.
It seems to be a dream world, which is difficult to distinguish between true and false.
True and false, true and false, in the mastery of the king.
The real existence, here Wang Guan turned it into a false.
False existence, where Wang Guan turns it into reality.
The mist covered the fairy court, covering the Yan Zhao song, and also covered Lu Yue and others.
At this time, the other big Luo Tianzun of Xianting, also moved together, taking the opportunity to go their own way.
Yanzhao songs are exquisite, comparable to Yuncheng Wanlipeng, Yang Lan and others.
If there is no strong person to contain, other people will find it difficult to run.
As for whether Wang Guan can contain Yan Zhaoge, no one is sure, but he is already the hope of everyone.
Now everyone does not look at the results of Wang Guan and Yan Zhao songs, but they are all trying to walk away, do their best, and be destined.
Whether it is possible to break through the interception of other peripherals of the three Qing dynasty, it is not something that the outside world must think about.
It is imperative to escape from the Yanzhao singer.
However, everyone has a cold on their backs.
Because of a gaze, it seems to pass through a lot of fog, falling on them!