Facing the oppression of the laws of the extreme earth realm, the mysterious mind and profound intent of the Xuan-rank martial artist could not compete at all. Therefore, Gu Li, Mo Tianyun and others did not make a move, but the Purple Emperor and the Black Dragon did.
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Although the strength of the two cultivation bases is not as good as that of the Ye Motian King, it is absolutely impossible to say that the Ye Motian King wants to crush the two with his breath alone.
Ye Mo Tian Wang’s heavy mountain-like laws fluctuate, although terrifying, but the purple emperor’s invincible and peerless belief, and the black dragon prince’s inherited the overbearing will of the ancient dragon, both possess a shocking edge and are not afraid of each other ...
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"what is this?"
"The purple light, the black dragon...what a terrifying aura, it can actually compete against the Lord Ye Motian, this is the law of the ground level!"
"They are really super strong in the earth! The followers of Master Hanyu... so strong..."
Excluding Luo Nan and others who knew Hanyu Xiaotian and their team were abnormal, the rest of the warriors, rune masters and others in the third region of Haotian City were shocked and horrified at this moment.
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The so-called hearing is fictitious and seeing is believing. Before hearing that the major forces such as the Demon Gate and the Kamikaze Clan were destroyed, everyone had no intuitive feeling.
But now, when they personally felt the tyrannical and peerless power emanating from the purple emperor and the black dragon, they really felt the incomparable shock.
At the same time, in the Rune Temple, the feeling of conviction and awe for Hanyu Xiaotian that had just been suppressed by the Ye Motian King, at this time actually rose again...
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"You guys are really amazing, you dare to resist my night king..."
Feeling the two tyrannical auras around Hanyu Xiaotian, as well as those gazes in the rune sanctuary in awe of Hanyu Xiaotian, King Ye Motian could not help but feel angry in his heart as his complexion changed.
Immediately, a more surging aura suddenly appeared, and that heavy mountain-like aura, under the guidance of King Ye Motian, instantly began to soar.
However, just as this new storm was about to break out, Eastern Stigma's eyes flashed slightly, and then he waved his hand lightly and spoke with a faint smile...
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"Hehe, everyone is the elite of my Haotian City human race, and even more important people. Our common goal is those powerful and terrifying giant spirits in another world. Why bother with this?
The master of Hanyu Rune, the deputy governor is also a momentary statement, do not want any internal self-consumption of my human strength. Don't take it to heart..."
And as the Eastern Stigma waved inadvertently, a faint wave of fluctuations quietly appeared in the Rune Temple~
This faint fluctuation is just a trace that is insignificant, inexplicably appearing in the void, as if it were there.
At the same time, an empty, infinite, and immeasurable artistic conception also emerged from the looming trace...
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"Huh...this is..."
In the perception of divine consciousness, when the simple trace appeared, the heavy pressure condensed in the entire rune sanctuary was like a mountain and sea, as if suddenly encountered some place to vent, and was suddenly sucked into the infinite and large Among the infinitely small traces, they disappeared in an instant.
It just disappeared in the blink of an eye...
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