Chapter 821 The Song of God

There are clear lakes in Yaochi, mountains towering into the clouds, magnificent waterfalls, quiet bamboo forest paths, and a variety of scenery.

At this time, the flowers and rain are flying all over the sky, and the sound of the piano is ringing through this pure land, peaceful and peaceful.

However, all the monks are sweating coldly and wet their clothes. Everyone is cold from head to toe, because there is a peerless murder on the rooftop!

The falling heroes are colorful, the fragrance is permeated, the pieces are flying, crystal clear, wrapped around the king of the god in white. He gently plucked the strings and played out the truth of heaven and earth, with the initial opening of the universe.

"Happy, another ancestor who rushed over smashed, bright blood flowers, dyed red and gorgeous rain, blooming the smell of life, scattered with the breeze.

One after another, the sky is full of crystal, with a faint fragrance, shining the brilliance of life, and the white petals are stained with blood and keep falling.

"Boo"

Another soft sound was made, and hundreds of blood bloomed. The fourth ancestor king who rushed over exploded. The scarlet blood stained the sky, and the body was torn apart and fell on the roof.

The magnificent picture also has a blood-stained demeanor. It blooms in peace and tranquility to frighten the world. Wang Hua, the god in white, played a divine song, which shocked and frightened everyone.

In a blink of an eye, the four ancient kings were smashed to pieces and became a cloud of the past. How can such lethality and such a result not be surprising?

He sat alone in front, as if he could block thousands of troops and horses, and one person sat in the gate. Don't open the group of kings, which shocked more than 20 ancient ancestors.

The king in white did not move, and let the flowers and rain fly. His eyes were deep, staring at all the ancestors in front of him. The world was very quiet, only the sound of falling flowers.

The Divine Comedy was born!

It was not only the shock of the human race, but also the ancient ministries were stunned, and then they were extremely afraid.

This song is not all related to cultivation. It is a reflection of the state of mind, with an understanding of the Tao and an understanding of the world.

Although the sublimation of the spiritual realm cannot represent all the combat power, it is a reflection of the strongest potential of a monk, which is extremely sublimated and may one day break the world.

The god king in white can be said to be ill-fated, half a life of loneliness, a desolate life, and the beauty has passed away. He has too many regrets. Perhaps it is because of this that he realized the song of God that almost no one can get involved in from ancient times to the present.

After a long silence, Teng Qing, one of the four ancestors, opened his mouth and sighed, "Very good. The Divine Comedy appeared once in ancient times, which was amazing in ancient and modern times. I didn't hear it at that time, but now I'm lucky to see it, although I just started. But it's also shocking.

Quyin three times, instantly kill the four ancestors, no one is surprised, this is a shocking killing song, but it is so peaceful that people don't know whether to enjoy it or be trembling.

"He is very powerful, but after all, there is only one person. Please ask King Tengqing to take action and kill this hero!" In the back, an ancient king spoke out.

Others also felt a kind of pressure, asking the four ancient kings to fight together to kill the saints of the human race.

"I'm looking forward to it. You all step back." The ancient king of Tengqing came forward, and the bronze suit on his body flashed with cold luster. This was a real hereditary holy soldier, which was awe-inspiring.

He pushed forward step by step, walking very slowly, his face was indifferent, and he could not see the mood swings. Only an occasional trace of eagerness flashed in his eyes, as if staring at the prey.

"Teng Qing is happy to see the hunting heart and wants to hit a higher realm. Do you want to cross the disaster with incomplete divine music and achieve yourself?" The ancient king of the underworld said in a low voice.

"He is playing with fire!" The Blood Electric Ancient King is the only woman, holding a red and crystal dragon gun in her hand, saying coldly that she is the most murderous.

"The power of power"

A beam of light appeared in the hands of the ancient king of Qingteng, which was ten feet long and quickly turned into a dragon gun. Its shape was similar to that of the Blood Queen, which was also figuring.

"Hum"

Seeing that he imitated his weapons, the king of blood and electricity snorted coldly, said nothing more, and then watched quietly.

"It's a rare person in thousands of years. I hope you don't let me down. I haven't been so happy for many years, even if you give me a little pressure." The bronze ancient king came forward, and a strange brilliance appeared on his face, eager and eager, as if he was happy to see the hunter, almost sick.

"Buzz"

The dragon gun penetrated the void like a bloody lightning and inserted forward. He moved too fast, like a ball of light shooting several times, advancing with a dragon gun.

The sonorous sound was endless, sparks splashed everywhere, and the road marks were everywhere. All kinds of lights on the rooftop were flashing, countless gods rushed out, and the two fought fiercely.

The God King brushed his hands, and the guqin shot thousands of strands, turned into a line of light, collided with the dragon gun, making a shocking sound, and spread out tens of thousands of thousands of miles.

"What a strong divine song!"

Teng Qinggu King was amazed. He held the dragon gun in both hands, and his body turned into a green light. He penetrated forward hard and pointed straight to the forehead of the god king to nail him to death.

Everyone exclaimed that this shot was too domineering and shining in the sky. No one could open his eyes, as if he could stab the sun in the sky, and the god could be the world.

It transcends the shackles of space and opens the shackles of time. In a flash, it is amazing in a flash, shining through the ages, and even the piano sound and light curtain of the white god king has not been prevented.

The dragon gun was unparalleled, penetrating all obstacles, and a wisp of blood appeared in the eyebrows of the white god king, which was shocking and dripping down.

"Ah..."

At the moment when the dragon gun was restrained, everyone exclaimed. Seeing this behind the scenes, every human monk was cold. Has the god king been killed?

And the ancient clan was shocked. The famous ancient king of Tengqing was really horrible. The power of a single shot was the best in the world. It was indeed the king of the saints, and he looked at the ancient years.

"K"

A soft sound came, and the two fingers stretched out by the god king broke the dragon gun. The spear was less than an inch away from his eyebrows, and the god rushed forward, but it could not get closer.

"Don"

The left hand of the god king in white pressed on the guqin, and thousands of luminaries shot out and beheaded the ancient king of Tengqing, forcing him to retreat like lightning and avoiding the blow.

"It's so powerful. It didn't disappoint me. It's worth it." King Teng Qingzu said so.

All the ancient ministries were shocked, and the human monks were almost empty. After a breath, the life and death of the god king in white really made everyone worried.

Now, there is only one human saint here, and King Jiang has become their spiritual pillar and the only saint they can rely on.

The battle belonging to the ancient saints began. They fought in the void. This is the use of Taoism and the perception of heaven and earth. It can destroy tens of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers under one blow.

If the rooftop had not been cut by the Western Emperor and engraved with the lines of the ancient emperor, it would have collapsed and become dust. Only such a martial arts arena could withstand their duel.

"King Teng of the Earth!" In a blink of an eye, five hundred rounds have passed. Teng Qinggu King roared and forty-nine dragon guns appeared in all directions, which was many times more terrifying than before.

The shadow of the gun all over the sky is full of divine light, like the stars shaking in the sky, this world is collapsing, the chaos is full of chaos, nothing exists, and the front is the beginning of heaven and earth.

"The ancient king of Tengqing is really terrible. He deserves to be the king of the saints. There are few enemies in the world." Later, some ancient kings marveled like this.

In such a shocking blow, except for Haoyang Ancestral King, Blood Electric Ancestral King, and Taiming Ancestral King, others think they can't take it, and there is no doubt that they will die.

"Ding"

The sound of the piano broke through the chaos and reappeared through the rooftop. The god king in white still sat there, stroking the piano and singing, and the god burst out one by one, except for a wisp of blood in the middle of the eyebrows, it was still intact.

"What's wrong with him!" Everyone was surprised.

"Your strength is beyond my expectation." The ancient king of Tengqing said calmly, but it was even more terrible. Although a phoenix-winged golden boring appeared in his hand. Although it was not a handed down holy soldier, it was also enough to frighten people, like a phoenix being detained in his hand.

"Kill!"

At this moment, a more fierce battle began, and 800 rounds passed in a blink of an eye. The two were evenly matched, and it was difficult to win or lose.

"The battle is over!" The ancient king of Tengqing roared, and the phoenix wings climbed the golden boring and whined, opening up one small world after another, which collapsed.

This is the power of the world!

Since ancient times, there have been so many ancestors, but the number of people who can reach this realm is as rare as phoenixes. At this time, the chaos is surging and surging forward.

"Zhe", "Zhe", "Zhe", "Zhe,...

The king in white stroked the piano, no longer peaceful, and sang. Every time he plucked the strings of the piano, it sounded like a sword, resounding through the sky, shooting a creepy light and cutting out the infinite rules.

It can be seen that the divine sound has turned into the light of Taichu, crisscrossed, and the power of attack is against the sky!

"Ah..."

The ancient king of Tengqing shouted and flew out. The phoenix wing gold boring in his hand was cut into dozens of sections and fell to the ground like scrap copper and iron.

"What, has King Teng Qinggu defeated? Why is this man so powerful?"

Not to mention the ancient races, even those ancient kings were horrified. In the ancient years, Teng Qing stamped his feet and moved in all directions, but at this time, even the weapons were destroyed.

"The power of power"

Teng Qing jumped up, his face was indifferent, but there was no scar. The bronze suit on his body flashed with cold luster, which was flinque.

"I have a sacred garment that has been handed down to the world. You can never break it. I'll see how you can fight again!" Teng Qing shouted, shining all over, penetrating the heavens and the earth, and then turned his fists, waved out the infinite god, and killed Su.

There are not many holy soldiers in the world. In the hands of mortals, they can exert the power of destroying heaven and earth, not to mention a 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 called Li Tian to sacrifice the goddess furnace to the god king, but he was stopped by the old blind man who didn't know when he came to his side.

"If you sacrifice like this, you may not be able to reach the hands of the God King."

"Your strength is beyond my expectation again and again, but it's time to end!" Teng Qing's voice was like thunder, and he sacrificed the strongest magic, turned into a light and rushed over. He punched the light curtain in front of him and hit the forehead bone of the god king directly.

Everyone exclaimed that a big war is coming to an end!

Many monks of the human race can't bear to witness it. They are all full of unwillingness, and they have a sense of powerlessness, anger and helplessness.

"Zhang!"

The last sound of the piano sounded, like a heavenly sword reached nine days, and then gently cut, sounded in everyone's heart, and then calmed down.

People saw that there was a wisp of blood in the middle of the king in white when he went out, which was still floating out of the dust, shrouded in flowers and rain, sitting there, while the vine fell down up to the sky.

"How did you... break through..." With unwillingness and full of shock, he broke it with a "poop", and then turned into flying ash, leaving an intact hereditary suit.