MTL - Girl, I’ll Teach You Cultivation-Chapter 783 Destroy the world
"Kill, kill..." The people present were all shocked and beaten by Jiang Xiu. Now even the old cabinet owners have shot, and if they can’t get it anymore, the hallmarks of the spirits are gone. .
"Ha ha ha, finally killed!"
Someone jumped excitedly.
"It’s just like this, it’s too cheap for him.”
Jiang Xiu in the void was isolated there, and there was still a flash of the sword mark on his body. He couldn’t move, only the long hair and the plaid fluttered in the wind.
"Ok???"
In the eyes of the old cabinet, there was doubt in his eyes. Jiang Xiu was indeed wearing a **** by his own sword, but...how not to bleed, the body was cut open and there was no reason to bleed.
Even a very old god!
Where is Jiang Xiu still standing, the wind in the sky is very big, his long hair is blowing and dancing, and a strange scene has taken place. Jiang Xiu, who should have died, slowly raises his head.
"What, not dead!!!"
"Can't you die like this?"
The following people all exclaimed, and the old master also changed his face, and the face of the demonized face was horrified, although the sluggish but the extra part made people feel clearly visible.
"The old lord's kendo and repairs should be the top of the celestial king. If you want to come, you should have not made a breakthrough for many years."
Jiang Xiu’s voice came from a long time, and the old master of the house really couldn’t calm down. “You, you...” Jiang Xiu was not dead, and his tone was so relaxed. "how could it be possible!"
The old cabinet owner can't figure out, first the soul attack is invalid, and now the physical attack is also invalid.
This, this...this is not to say that Jiang is not killing! !
When this thought came out, the cold sweat on the forehead was down.
The magical cold sweat is also a wonderful thing.
Suddenly, the boss thought of something, and eagerly looked at Jiang Xiu. On the forehead of Jiang Xiu, there was a faint purple light flashing, and on his body, there was a silver-gray day questioning symbol flashing. This person has become completely different, as if it is above the whole world.
When Jiang Xiu looked up, when the old cabinet owner saw the purple unique mark on his forehead, a strong sense of suffocation came, feeling that he was stunned by his neck.
"God, God, God...Imperial!"
Others do not recognize the purple mark on Jiang’s forehead, but know how the oldest cabinet owner of the world will not know, this is the mark of the emperor.
"Are you actually advanced to the Emperor?"
"Do not!!!"
At this moment, the old master understands why Jiang Xiu is so powerful, crushing all the way, even if he is facing himself, no matter how he attacks, he will not die.
Because, he is the emperor, according to the existence of the emperor in the Lingxi Pavilion, only the emperor can kill, in addition, there is no power to kill them.
"What, the Emperor!!!"
Hey, this is the frying pan, and it’s completely fried.
Is the river falling under the Emperor?
Countless people were stunned by the words of the old cabinet owner. Everything that Lingxige has experienced today is added, and there is no shock from this news.
How many years ago, there really appeared a royal level.
It is well known in the Lingxi Pavilion that in order to achieve the Emperor's Emperor, every 30,000 years, it will recruit the world's top genius, the purpose is to cultivate the Emperor.
It can be said that it is painstaking! !
However, God opened a big joke to Lingxi Pavilion, and there was no emperor in the Lingxi Pavilion. Instead, the enemies of Lingxi Pavilion became the emperor.
The whole void is in the mastery of Jiang Xiu, and he has inexhaustible power, powerful and completely high for all of them.
It turned out that he did not have any real skills at all.
His long hair is still flying, domineering, smashing the world, countless spells condense into a long knife, and the light rises sharply, gently wave, drink low in the mouth: "falling nine Xuan wash the sky, the thousand autumn Industry, no matter how good it is."
"The Emperor, the river falls!"
In an instant, in the eyes of all people, no other can be seen, only the knife, only the body of Jiang Xiu, the ancient gods who came to the ground, came to this world and destroyed everything.
"Xianwu Baixian worships, sings in the sky!"
All time, space, aura, spells, degrees under this knife, seems to have been split into two halves.
"Do not!!"
In the screaming voice, this knife fell, let you raging in the raging waves, and there is no way to hurt me. I will break into the sky if I have a long knife.
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The whole world, the rock, the crack, the earth collapsed.
Countless people are under this knife, in shock, in despair...dead, Lingxi Pavilion, hundreds of thousands of disciples, collapsed and separated.
"Ah!"
Countless screams resounded throughout the Lingxi Pavilion.
Boom!
After the fall of this knife, the sky of smoke flies up like a mushroom cloud. For a long time, maybe it is a minute, maybe a day, maybe a year, and it seems like a century.
The cloud of smoke disappeared, and the devil was directly killed in the body of the old club, revealing his true content. A man who would walk on the wood, like a weedy white hair, a line of blood flowing down.
"This is the emperor?"
The owner of the old cabinet looked at Jiang Xiu with horror.
"The power of the emperor is not what you can imagine." Jiang Xiu said lightly: "Although you have almost reached the limit of the king, but you have not entered the world of the emperor, you will always experience Wufa."
Jiang Xiu's knife is not the top, at least not even the soul of the knife, but because he is the emperor, the power is great, it is truly unparalleled in the world.
"The old owner, what about now?"
There was a burst of white on the face of the old owner.
When the king is defeated, the Emperor is not the one he can fight against. The Lingxi Pavilion claims to know the world. The ridiculous thing is that he has formed a great death and death with such a person.
Now, Jiang has fallen to his spiritual hall and mourns!
Looking around, thousands of miles, the entire Lingxi Pavilion, and all the places have been extinct under the knife he had just cut, the files of countless ancestors mobile phone are also at this moment, all destroyed.
The Lingxi Pavilion is in name only.
He looked at Jiang Xiu's eyes, there was a shock, hate, and anger, but these all turned into deep regrets. It was really the words of Jiang Xiu. Since it had violated the original intention of Lingxi Pavilion ancestors, That Lingxi Pavilion should not exist.
Jiang Xiu looked at him: "Now the deity gives you two roads, one is to tell the deity to know the answer, what is the relationship between the deity and the Western Zhou goddess, what kind of hatred, another one, the spirit of the ruins!"
"Hah, hahaha..."
The old owner suddenly laughed, but the laughter was somewhat bleak.
"When the river falls, do you think that my Lingxi Pavilion will do the same?"
"Do you think that you can become a **** to destroy the Lingu Pavilion?"
"you are way behind?"
The old owner climbed up from the ground in a difficult way: "You are the Emperor, can I have no gods in my spirits? Of course, of course..."
He said that he took out a thing and raised it up as if it were a character.
"Array!"
Jiang Xiu's brow wrinkled, not a symbol, is a ritual.
The whole earth swayed, and the faint brilliance of the ground rose up, slowly rising, and the gravel on the ground rose.
"what is this?"
Looking up and igniting the colorful light curtains in the sky, a huge vortex is forming, and the cyclone slowly descends from the sky and withdraws from the long tail.
Shrouded to the seat where they are.
"Ok?"
At the same time, the whole world is changing, slowly giving birth to mist, blending various laws and forces. "You should be able to feel as a god, you will die, you will not be destroyed, even God. The emperor is also dead in it."
"Death spell!"
Jiang Xiumei suddenly wrinkled, and his heart was dark, he never heard of it, but this power is not a serious injury to the old cabinet owners can still display, must be the treasure of the ancestors of the Lingxi Pavilion, and It was left by the emperor.
"Death spell?"
The old cabinet owner said: "If the river falls, you are a god, but it is a pity that you have not been able to publicize it in the world, you must praise it in my spirit and soul."
"Pity!"
"But this is the offense of my Lingxi Pavilion..."
The mighty power is constantly coming down from the sky, like a cloud topping, rolling layers, with a terrible pressure, just like the heavens and the earth to reunite.
"Dead, the river falls!!"
The old cabinet owner is arrogant.
