The years of the opening of the earth have no way to know, whether it is a little broken brand, or the leftover information is only a piece of broken, what happened in that past, even today's Hongjun, do not know why.

But the original level of Pangu God, it is obvious that it has surpassed the current Hongjun, which is very clear to anyone in the Hongjun or the flood.

Especially Hongjun, after reaching half-six dimensions, he became more aware of the gap between himself and Pangu God.

This kind of supreme figure, if the true spirit of the three points, then the three points of the spirit of the spirit can only have this strength, how can the wilderness of heaven and earth be under his control?

Sanqing has never been the embodiment of Pangu Yuan, but they are still very special, and it was the largest six-dimensional fragment after Pangu first broke the six-dimensional small world.

Pregnant in the wilderness, born in the flood, belongs to the part of the flood.

They are essentially above all things, but because of the supreme power of Pangu God, they are completely integrated into this heaven and earth, and they are completely assimilated, and they have already separated each other.

Like most of the six-dimensional fragments, this largest piece of nature also contains more six-dimensional mysteries, and more images of the mysterious existence of the original Pangu War, but only the image, and does not represent the great god of Pangu.

He knew this for a long time, and he naturally knew it.It is just that the creatures in the wilderness do not know.

“The three of you are special, and your souls are essentially above all else, so I hope you can sense that you can feel that you exist in the wilderness, between the past and the future, those who exist!”

“You are part of the wilderness, part of this world, and only you have the opportunity to do it!”

Even he could not travel to that infinity, the time that was not opened, and the unknown history was felt.

Only three have that hope.

I hope you can succeed.”

In the middle of the speech, the body of Hongjun disappeared directly into the purple palace.

...

In the outside world, the battle has been opened, from the flood and the center of the alien universe, the nine heads are the first, alone against the existence of sixteen saints.

Each of the sixteen saints had a great terror, and its appearance was varied, and varied, and between the fluctuations of the rules of the law, there was a huge crack torn apart.

They came from different universes, were one of the most powerful women, and the elite, and among the usual sixteen of them were enough to resist the seven saints of the flood, but this time they were blocked by a strange guy.

A dozen of sixteen.

Nine heads of one person, stopped the sixteen of them, and the scene is actually the advantage, these sixteen saints actually were actually pressed by the nine heads of a person to retreat, and those who beat were about to doubt life.

“Is this guy too bad?Why have you never seen it?”A five-dimensional saint with a blond gold-faced face, resisting the ten-headed shrine, and asked the saint on the side.

"I don't know, this guy . . . is too strong, and he's not afraid of death, actually . . . ." the saint's face rose red, it was not shame, but angry.

Sixteen of them, each of them is a well-known presence in the multiverse, one of the five-dimensional saints under the supreme emperor, who had come to this flood and was stabbed by those indigenous saints, after all, those indigenous people had a dozen or three at most, and they were quite hard.

But what now?In fact, a person actually hit sixteen, hard to beat the sixteen people of the company back, this strength, even the first god under the emperor, I am afraid not as good?

...

“It’s too weak, it’s too weak!”

Nine heads of the fist fell off a five-dimensional saint, turned around and stamped, the whole void directly blew up a terrible black hole, a row of black holes tied in series, the whole void is twisted into a mahjong flower.

He has no fighting power, blood and blood, although it is only soon sanctified, but with the strength of the word, the real body is invincible, the power is unbeatable, the sixteen five-dimensional saints in front of him are really not enough to see, he was a hanging can not resist.

What magic, what magic magic, has not yet been close to his body and is scattered by the blood of the sky, even if one or two occasionally leak out, it is not painful to hit the body, even a red mark can not be left.

It is invincible and invincible.

In the distance, the Supreme Emperor saw this scene and her eyebrows.

“Is that the old man coming back?”If such a person appears four or five more, it is almost impossible to take down the flood!”

She picked her moth, and a pair of misty eyes flashed a sharp light, "Blood coat, kill him!"

“Yes, Your Highness!”

On the side of the emperor, a young man in white nods indifferently, and then a blood-colored light directly blows into the nine heads.

Yes, this guy is the blood-clothed.The Supreme Goddess is the first strong, the five-dimensional saint's invincible existence.

That is, he originally chased Li Yue did not know how many worlds, so that the system gave his life, and at a great cost, he used the power of the other side of the door to allow Li Yue to leave safely.

This is an eternal shame, is Li Yue's life, the only point of defeat.

Of course, this time is also a turning point in his life.

Years of absence, the blood-clothed god will still be as rich as jade, the bones are still cold as ice, only occasionally look at the emperor only, that pair of ice-like eyes will soften a lot, perhaps, he is a ruthless way, but not ruthless people.

“Death!”

The sky.

A blood-colored sword light was cut directly at the nine heads.

“Go away!”

Nine-headed eyes condensed, the body does not move, one hand to the sky of the blood-colored sword light grasped, a large area of the void was directly caught, the blood-colored sword light was also single-handedly exploded.

But his palms were also crossed with a deep wound, flesh and blood rolled over.

“It can hurt me!”

Nine heads, suddenly laughed, "Well, finally came a good guy!"

His hand was healed between the words.

"Go ahead, I'll never kill the unknown!"

Nine heads swept with one hand, directly swept the sixteen five-dimensional saints around them to one side, and directly watched the flying blood-clothed god to drink.

“Death!”

The blood-cloaked god will be cold as ice, the blood between the white-clad bodies will be exposed, and the blood-colored light of the road will simply become a plasma ocean, spreading between the entire void, and the nine heads will be wrapped in it, and even a bloody blood smell can be smelled in the rich blood light, pungent.

At this moment, the blood-clothed god will be like a demon god, holding a long, blood-strewn sword in his right hand, and beheading toward the nine heads.

“The way to kill!”

The nine-headed man took a hard breath, “so sorry for the feeling!”

"But your word is not firm enough, not ruthless enough, compared to the fierce gods of that ancient times, although your realm is high, but the Taoist heart is still far away?"

The blood waves turned over, the rolling blood-colored light beats the body of the nine heads, where the blood waves pass, the void is eroded into loopholes, the terrible corrosion and destruction are contained in it, and between the thoughts, it will turn upside down.

But the nine heads are not afraid, or there is nothing to fear of him, even if the original heaven is not worth it.

The blood-cloaked God, naturally, does not have this qualification.

“Kill, destruction, death, cause and effect...”

Nine-headed sneer, "In the face of absolute power, everything is a joke."

"Let you taste my strongest magic, cut off the wood, cut the trick of the flood."

“The first card!”

He said lightly, the palm gently turned, like a general flip, the whole palm seems to be a pair of giant axes, a terrible sharp rush up, directly to this bloody world drawn.

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PS: These two days of overtime stay up late, very tired, today to rest, feel until 5 p.m. to get up.But tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, overtime.Although I would like to say "wqnmlgb" to the boss, the days will continue.

It’s late, sorry everyone.At night, the author will take some time to write more, and release it regularly, so that tomorrow's overtime will not delay everyone's reading.