Chapter 821: Song of God

In the Yaochi, there are clear lakes, towering Dayue, magnificent waterfalls, quiet bamboo forest trails, and diverse scenery.
At this time, the sky was full of rain and dancing, and the piano sounded Dingdong, resounding through this piece of pure land, peaceful and peaceful.
However, all the monks were sweating cold, wet their clothes, and everyone was cold from head to toe, because there was a peerless killer on the rooftop!
Falling in the sky is colorful, the fragrance is fragrant, the pieces are flying, crystal clear, lingering around the white king, he gently plucked the strings, and played out the truth of the world.
"Hey, another ancestor who rushed over shattered, the bright blood flowers, dyed red and gorgeous flower rain, blooming the smell of life, scattered with the breeze.
One piece after another, the crystal clear sky, a touch of fragrance, the glory of life, the white petals dipped in blood after falling.
"Bao"
There was another soft sound, hundreds of blood flowers blossomed, the fourth ancestor who rushed over exploded, the scarlet blood stained the sky, and the body fell apart, falling on the skytop.
The magnificent picture, but also has a blood-stained style, blooming in the peace and tranquility to scare the world's sharpness, the white Wang Hua played a magic song, which shocked and panicked everyone.
In a blink of an eye, the four ancient kings crushed their bones and turned their eyes into smoke, such lethality, how could such a result be surprising?
He sat in front of him alone, as if he could block thousands of horses and horses, he sat alone, and the kings were not opened, which shocked more than two dozen ancient ancestors.
The white king is immobile, and Ren Huayu flutters. His eyes are deep, staring at all the ancestors in front. The world is quiet, only the sound of falling flowers.
Divine Comedy is born!
Not only the human race was shocked, but even the Taikoo ministries were startled, and then they were terrified.
This song is not all related to cultivation, it is a manifestation of state of mind, with an understanding of Tao, and a more comprehension of red dust.
The sublimation of the spiritual realm, although it does not represent all the fighting power, is a manifestation of a monk ’s strongest potential.
The white king is destined to have a lot of destiny, half of his life is lonely, his life is bleak, and his face is gone. He has too many regrets. Perhaps it is because of this that he has realized the song of God that almost no one has been able to set foot in.
After a long absence, Teng Qing among the four great ancestors opened his mouth and sighed: "Very well, the Divine Comedy has appeared once in the ancient times, and it is amazing in ancient and modern times. I had never heard of it at that time, but now I am fortunate to see it. The world is crying ghosts and gods. "
There are three tunes and instant killing of the four ancestors. Who is not surprised, this is a shocking killer song, but it is so peaceful that people do not know what to enjoy, or they are trembling.
"He is very powerful, but after all, there is only one person. Please ask the ancient king Teng Qing to kill him!" In the rear, an ancient king spoke.
Other people also feel the martial arts, the Holy King, the Holy King, the night killing the God Seal, the throne, and the strongest abandonment of the young Da Zhou clan, the night killing the God Seal, the throne, the strongest abandoning the young Da Zhou clan. Move the heaven and earth to kill the gods and seal the throne at night The ancient king shot with the same shot and killed the saints of the human race.
"I'm looking forward to seeing you all retreat." Ancient King Teng Qing stepped forward, and the bronze armor on his body shone with a cold luster. This is a true handed down paladin.
He stepped forward step by step, walking slowly, his face indifferent, unable to see the mood swings, only occasionally a flash of eagerness flashed in his eyes, as if staring at his prey.
"Teng Qing sees her heart and wants to hit a higher level. Do you want to cross the robbery with an incomplete Divine Comedy to achieve your own body?" Ancient King Taiming said in a deep voice.
"He's playing with fire!" The Ancient King of Blood Electricity is the only female, holding a crimson crystal dragon gun in her hand, and said coldly that she was the most murderous.
"Qiang"
A beam of light appeared in the hands of the ancient king of Ivy, which was one foot long, and quickly turned into a dragon gun. Its shape was similar to that of the queen of blood electricity, and it was also terrifying.
"Humph"
The blood power ancestor saw him imitate his weapon, snorted coldly, and said nothing more, then watched later.
"The rare hero who has been seen for a long time, I hope you will not let me down. For many years there has been no such rejoicing, even if I put a little pressure on it." The ancient bronze king stepped forward, a fascinating radiance appeared on his face, Enthusiastic and eager, it seems to be happy, almost morbid.
"Buzz"
The dragon gun penetrated the void like a lightning, and inserted forward, his movements were too fast, like a round of light masses shooting, holding the dragon gun in.
The sound of clang is endless, the sparks are splattered, the marks of the road are scattered, the various lights on the rooftop are flickering, the countless gods rush out, and the two confront each other fiercely.
God King's hands flicked, Guqin shot out intricate lines, turned into lines of light, collided with the dragon gun, and made a tremendous sound, spreading tens of thousands of miles.
"Good Divine Comedy!"
The ancient king Teng Qing marveled, holding the dragon gun in his hands, his body transformed into a green awn, and drove forward with force, pointing directly at the forehead of the king, to be nailed to death.
Everyone exclaimed that this gun was too domineering, shining in Tianyu, no one could open his eyes, as if he could pierce the sun from the sky, and the gods could cover the world.
Beyond the restraint of space, the shackles of time are opened, and the momentary fragrantness, the momentary stunning reel, shines through the ages, and even the piano sound and light curtain of the white king is not protected.
Dragon Gun Wushuang, penetrating all the barriers, a ray of blood appeared in the eyebrows of the white goddess, which was shocking and fell down.
"what…"
At the moment when the dragon gun was converging, everyone exclaimed. After seeing this scene, every human race monk was cold all the way. Was the king killed?
The ancient tribes were shocked. The ancient king of Tengqing, who was famous for Taikoo, was really horrible, and he was the best in the world. He really deserved to be the king of the saints, and he regarded the ancient times.
"Click"
There was a soft sound, and the extended by the king pinched the dragon gun. The spear edge was less than an inch away from his eyebrow, and the gods struck forward, but they could no longer approach.
"Boom"
White God King's left hand pressed on the Guqin, and thousands of beams of light were shot, slashing to the ancient King Teng Qing, forcing him to retreat like lightning, avoiding the blow.
"It's so powerful, it didn't disappoint me, it's worth shooting," said Teng Qingzu.
The ancient Sects were terrified, and the monks of the human race were almost collapsed, and they breathed out a breath before the life and death of the white-clothed king really threatened everyone.
Today, there is only one human saint here, and King Jiang Shen has become their spiritual pillar and is the only saint who can rely on it.
The battle of the ancient saints began. They fought in the void. This is the use of Tao and the understanding of the world. It can destroy tens of thousands of mountains and rivers under one blow.
If it weren't for the rooftop, it was cut by the Western Emperor and carved with the ancient emperor's pattern. It had already collapsed and became dust, and only such a performance field could withstand their duel.
"The king of the earth!" Five hundred rounds had passed in the blink of an eye. The ancient king Teng Qing roared, and there were forty-nine dragon lances in all directions, which was terrified.
The sky full of guns is full of gods, such as the sky is shaking, the world is collapsing, the chaos is filled, and nothing exists, and the front returns to the beginning of heaven and earth.
"The ancient king Teng Qing is really terrible, and deserves to be the king of the saints, and there are few rivals in the world." Behind, the ancient king was so amazed.
In this shocking blow, everyone except Haoyang Zuwang, Xuedian Zongwang, Taiming Zuwang thought that he would not be able to connect.
"Ding"
A sound of piano broke through the chaos and reappeared on the rooftop. The in white was still sitting there, stroking the piano, and the gods burst out one by one, except for a trace of blood on the heart of the eyebrow.
"What's wrong with him!" Everyone was surprised.
"Your strength is beyond my expectation." Ancient King Teng Qing said calmly but it was even more terrifying. A phoenix winged gold boring appeared in his hand. Although it was not a handed down saint, it was also scary enough. Shenhuang was detained in his hands.
"kill!"
At this moment, a more fierce battle began, and in an instant eight hundred rounds passed, the two were evenly matched and it was difficult to win or lose.
"The battle should be over!" The old king Teng Qing roared, and the winged wings of the king climbed and groaned, opening up one small world after another, and collapsed.
This is the power of the world!
Since ancient times, there are so many ancestors, but the people who can reach this level are as rare as the rare ones. At this time, chaos is surging and surging forward.
"Zheng", "Zheng", "Zheng", ...
The white Wang Fuqin is no longer peaceful. He sings violently. Every time the string is struck like a sword, it resounds through Tianyu, radiating a terrifying light and slicing innumerable rules.
It can be seen that Shenyin has become the light of the beginning, criss-crossing, and the power of attacking against the sky!
"what…"
The old king Teng Qing shouted and flew out. The phoenix wing of Jin Feng was cut into dozens of pieces, and fell to the ground like scrap copper.
"What, is King Teng Qing defeated? Why is this man so powerful ?!"
Not to mention the ancient tribes, even those ancient kings were horrified. Teng Qing shocked the ancient times, stomping their feet and moving in all directions, but at this time even their weapons were destroyed.
"Qiang"
Teng Qing jumped up, his face indifferent, but there was no trace of scars, and the bronze jersey on his body flashed the cold luster, which was terrifying.
"I have the Saint Cloth, the Thousand Tribulation is not bad, you will never be able to break through, I see how you can fight again!" Teng Qing shouted, his whole body was in the light, penetrating the world, and the rear wheel moved his fist and waved innumerable God Go to kill.
There are not many human soldiers in the world, and they can wield the power of destroying the world in the hands of mortals, not to mention the true saint king!
With this bronze suit, his defense is invincible, and it is difficult for outsiders to break through, and he can ignore many attacks.
In the rear, Ye Fan's heart sank, and Li Tian called out to sacrifice the goddess furnace to the king, but he was stopped by an old blind man who didn't know when he had arrived.
"Sacrifice out like this, not necessarily in the hands of the king."
"Your power is beyond my expectation again and again, but everything should be over!" Teng Qingruo thundered, sacrificed the strongest magic, turned into a ray of light and rushed past, punching away the front. The light curtain directly hits the frontal bone of the king.
Everyone exclaimed that a war would come to an end!
Many monks of the human race could not bear to witness, and they were all full of unwillingness, and they even felt a sense of powerlessness, angry and helpless.
"Zheng!"
The last sound of the piano sounded, like a sky sword reaching nine days, and then gently scratched, sounded in everyone's heart, and then calmed down.
People saw ~ EbookFREE.me ~ There was a trace of blood on the eyebrows of the goddess of white clothes, still dusty, covered in flowers and rain, sitting there, but the Tengqing fell down.
"How did you ... break through ..." With a sense of unwillingness and full face, he broke with a "poo" sound, and then turned into fly ash, leaving an intact suit for life.
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