Chapter 1541: , Taboo
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Lethal Impulse
- Parting Sorrow Forgotten
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- 2021-03-01 09:06:26
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Chapter 154, Taboo
"Because as long as my life and death are threatened, the future of me will definitely appear. Because after I die, the future of me will die at the same time. Therefore, the future of me will definitely appear to save me." I looked at the landing and said Daojun.
"It's impossible. You're dead in the future I saw." Lu Yadao Jun narrowed his eyes and his face looked strange. The strength of the sage is extremely powerful, and the state of the sage is even more terrible and incredible.
The saint is comparable to the true God, who can know any person, thing or thing in the past, present and future in one thought. The sage is so strong that mortals can never imagine it.
In the eyes of ordinary people, true immortals are already gods, and Heavenly Emperor is the supreme god. However, the land pressure Daojun destroyed the ancient heaven and destroyed the emperor. From this, it can be seen how terrible the strength of the land pressure Daojun is.
But even so, he could not speculate on my thoughts, which shocked him.
"You are a saint, naturally I cannot resist it. But even a saint should not be invincible. After all, there is more than one saint." I sneered.
"What the do you want to say?" Lu Yadaojun looked at me with a calm expression. At this time, he no longer regarded me as a ants, but as a talking being.
"No matter what scheme you have, no matter what scheme you have. Today I will make you pay." I looked at him coldly, his eyes full of murderous intent.
"Then try it. Let the person behind you show up, was he the one who brought you back to life?" Lu Yadao said with a sneer.
At this time, behind me, the void twisted, and then the sharp sword quickly appeared at a speed visible to the naked eye. Spread to the surroundings. When this sword intention spreads, it seems that the sword intention is shrouded in heaven and earth.
At this time, Emperor Honghuang's face suddenly changed greatly. He looked at everything in front of him in shock, trembling, and said for a long time: "This state? Is it ..."
Land pressure Daojun narrowed his eyes and his expression became very rigorous. In front of this figure, even his face would change drastically. We must know that he is invincible in this world with the power of saints.
Behind me, the swordsmanship soon condensed into a cold face, as if looking down on the gods of the world. He was in white and spotless, as if he would not be affected by this world.
His hair was long, silver and white, and when he appeared, the spread of the sword instantly spread out, as if the heavens and the world were shaking.
At this moment, the land pressure Daojun suddenly said: "Impossible, absolutely impossible. This force can only be done by the sage."
"But in this world, there can be no more saints, and God does not allow the appearance of saints. In any case, there can be no saint pair. I am the last saint pair."
Land pressure Daojun said to himself, panic with an inexpressible expression. At this time, he no longer has a high expression, and the rest is only endless consternation.
Because he knows more than anyone, how scary the saint's power is, and how hard it is to achieve. You have to know that all gods are everywhere, but there are always so many saints.
Moreover, the saints are all congenitally sanctified, which was formed much longer than the opening of the earth. From ancient times to the present day, the acquired sanctified, except him, there can be no saints in this world, and no saints can appear.
Not now, not in the past, and not in the future.
But the figure in front of him was so horrible that it was impossible to imagine. This force is not a sage simply unable to grasp.
"I'm not a saint," said the silver-haired man behind me. He looked indifferently at the landing and said Daojun, his body was very calm. Now he, even facing Daojun who is comparable to the saint, is very calm.
"Not a saint? Impossible, except for the saint, this force cannot exist under this sky." Lu Yadao Jun narrowed his eyes. He could feel the terrible strength of the silver-haired man. It's just that he stood there, as if time and space were to be twisted. This power that can break the long river of time is really shocking.
The silver-haired man looked at him and said quietly: "The power of the saint is powerful, but the existence of the saint is itself a sad thing."
"Why?" I looked at the silver-haired man strangely, very confused. The power of the saints is really terrible. The realm of the sage is not imaginable by mortals. That is the realm that can only be reached by the omnipotent god.
"Although the saint has the most powerful force in this world, he is also bound by the world. I can't go against the sky. For example, I can travel through time and space, go to your time, go to the ancient times, but although the power of the saint is enough, but This cannot be done. "
"The saint can only peep into the future, but not to the future. Even the land pressure Daojun is the same. I can resurrect you, but the land pressure Daojun is not. In fact, he can do this, but he is constrained and can't go against the sky. Do it. Because the saint does not go against the sky, and against the sky is not holy. "
I froze for a moment and seemed to understand. Although the land pressure Daojun was able to predict the prophet, he was surprised by the silver-haired man. This proves that he also did not know.
"The saint is blessed by heaven and earth, but it is also limited between this heaven and earth. This is the sorrow of the saint. Am I right?"
Hearing the words of the silver-haired man, Land Pressure Daojun looked somber: "This is not something that mortals can know. What you are talking about is the secret of the saint, and it is also a taboo in this world."
"Under this world, there is nothing I can't say." The silver-haired man looked at him proudly, and then said: "Speaking of it, I want to learn how powerful the saint is."
"Huh, no matter who you are, since you are not a saint, then stay here today." Lu Yadao's eyes were full of murderous opportunities, and he was really angry at this time.
The silver-haired man's words revealed too many saints' secrets, even the secrets of this world. This gave him the idea of destroying the silver-haired man at all costs.
"The sage must follow the sky, whether it is the appearance of the land, or the devouring of the world. It is all a matter of heaven. Even the land pressure Daojun cannot resist. Therefore, the land pressure Daojun is the creation of all disasters. But it is also the executor. "Said the silver-haired man.
"Enough is enough, let's die!" Land Pressure Daojun shouted out of control. At this time, he couldn't stand the silver-haired man and said too many taboos.
After he shouted, a flying knife passed through between heaven and earth, as if to kill all the immortals in the world. Everything is the same.
At this time, the silver-haired man shook his head slightly, then extended his hand, waved it gently, and cut the fairy flying knife to fly out at a faster speed. He looked at the landing and said, "This is not our battlefield. Our power will destroy this ancient era prematurely. Come with me, we will change places."