Chapter 797 The Whole World 1

"I just don't want this world! Otherwise, this world will be mine long ago!"

The white-haired man looked at the Xuanhuang figure who rushed in and said lightly.

"You don't want this world?? In this case, why do you still do this?"

Xuanhuang's figure rushed quickly, and his breath surged in vain. In the process of increasing, his strength also kept rising, as if temporarily improving his strength.

"I just have something to do! I have to do this. There are many things in the world, not that manpower is immutable, but that it takes enough manpower to change it! I'm here to get manpower!"

The white-haired man's words fell, and his figure disappeared almost in an instant.

At the sight of Xuanhuang's figure, he was shocked. Before that, he was confident that this person had just opened the existence of Linggen and had no worries to deal with it. After all, he also opened the existence of Linggen. There was only one other party, and on his side, the whole imperial city was his backing. What else was he afraid of?

However, the man appeared at such a rapid speed, which was enough to prove that his strength was far above himself.

Xuanhuang's figure suddenly stopped, his hands reversed, and hit seven, seven or forty-nine palms into the void. Then, a big mouth, a deep yellow gas, spewed out of his wrinkled mouth. These gases seemed to be affected by magnetism, and glued to the forty-nine palm prints that had been bombed out before, and soon Forty-nine golden palms were formed in the air, and these palms were fiercely bombarded in all directions.

However, the forty-nine palms had not yet fully shuttled out. A larger dark palm suddenly stretched out from the void. The palm was three meters in size and full of scales, and the claws were slender, like the devil's claws.

This huge palm seemed to cover everything. The forty-nine golden palms could not fly out of the palms of the dark claws. Then, the palms suddenly closed, but the sound of "kaka" came out, and the people on the side of the side of the emperor were numb and frightened.

Then, the palm of the hand disappeared, but a pool of rotten meat appeared out of thin air, and on the dragon chair, the white-haired man appeared again.

This time, people only feel that their breathing is about to condense.

"National Teacher..."

The emperor's whole body seems to have lost his soul, staring at the existence that turned into rotten meat...

"National teacher... Just... Just die like this?

"National teacher... But the existence of the spiritual root has been turned on... Unexpectedly, there is no move in that man's hand?? This..."

"What kind of cultivation is he... When did China have such a horrible existence?"

Some people were shocked and incoherent, and the last fighting spirit in their hearts was trampled on by the white-haired man and disappeared without a trace.

But when he saw that the white-haired man stretched out his hand, turned his palm slightly, and held it again, he saw a unique blade, which appeared in his hand. With the wave of the white-haired man, the soul of the national master who was about to escape was immediately inhaled by the adsorption force rushing out of the inside of the blade...

Don't even let go of the soul. If such a person is a good person, there will be no evil person that day.

What kind of knife is this??

The emperor and others opened their eyes wide, and the minister of the court knelt on the ground tremblingly and did not dare to move at all. They were very smart. They knew that as long as they were safe, small characters like them could at least survive.

"What exactly do you want?"

The emperor's face was extremely ugly. He looked at Yi Han and gritted his teeth and asked.

"This world!"

"You can't think about it!"

The white-haired man's answer seemed to anger the emperor. He roared and then shouted, "Go!! All of them, kill him. If anyone kills him, I will worship him and make him the prince of Shenzhou!!!!"

"Can this sweetness make these people risk losing their lives to do it?"

The white-haired man shook his head gently, and his eyes were full of sadness. Then, he slowly opened his mouth.

"Whoever kills this person, is loyal to me, and takes me as the emperor, he can live!"

This cruel voice is not loud, but at the moment of falling, everyone feels like being struck by lightning.

And the emperor felt that something was wrong. He suddenly tightened his nerves and did not dare to look directly at everything around him.

However, a strong sense of crisis began to permeate all over him. He seemed to be able to feel the staring eyes around him.

"What are you going to do?? What are you going to do?? Do you want to rebel???"

The emperor was angry and directly slapped the nearest level capped, but did not open the existence of the spiritual root.

The strong aura rushed in the palm of his hand. With his attack, it fiercely entered the man's body. The man could not defend himself. He was attacked by the aura in an instant, and his body collapsed in an instant, turning into fragments and died.

"If anyone opposes me, I will kill him!!"

St. Hsteria shouted.

"Kill him!!"

At this time, I don't know who suddenly roared. Then, the masters standing around the emperor stared at the emperor with murderous eyes one by one. All the powerful people nearby rushed over. They scrambled, as if they were afraid of slowing down. With a killing move, they attacked fiercely.

At this moment, all the generals and ministers standing on the side of the Holy Top turned against each other and were killed by the crazy pilgrimage. Although the Holy Top opened the existence of the spiritual root, how could they resist in the face of this group of outlaws? In a short time, it was already losing and I couldn't resist it, but after a while, it was weak. I don't know how many mouths there are all over his body. He tried his best to resist, and the killings kept appearing. Some people couldn't resist his attack at all and were almost killed.

But at this time, the white-haired man will decisively save these people.

After all, these people have shown their determination to take action against the Holy King. So, how can he not save those who submit to him?

On the verge of death, the white-haired man above suddenly stood up, and the saint was surrounded by people. He was the king of yesterday. Today, he is like a homeless dog.

"I didn't expect that I had been running Shenzhou for so long, but in the end, I came to such an end!"

The emperor was breathless and said with empty eyes.

The past is like smoke. In fact, how much prosperity, how much prosperity, isn't it? No matter how gorgeous the scene is, the next second may also turn into dust and gravel...

"In the face of absolute power, the so-called power is just a floating cloud!"

The white-haired man said lightly.

When the saint heard it, he suddenly became silent.

Power... That's the product that appears based on strength. Without strength, where does power come from?