Chapter 67 The Finale

At this time, when it was dark, it was like day. The light of the door was as dazzling as the bright sun. Lu Xiaotuo looked at the door and saw the arrow breaking through the door with a butterfly and saw the world inside. The viewer knelt down in pain and the corner of his mouth. The red smoke emitted red smoke all over his body, which was the erosion of the red dust. /P>

The priests of the Qingtian God Sect all knelt on the ground at this moment without the high and proud expression in the past. At this time, their faces were just panicked. They felt that the breath of the divine kingdom through the penetrating gate was collapsing, which made the whole continent begin to tremble. How could mortals bear the power of heaven.

The light of the nine heavenly books shining in all directions like a pillar of light staring at the sinking between heaven and the earth. They were quiet at the place of origin and then slowly disappeared. Zhao Feng saw that the nine heavenly books were colluding with the stairs leading to the door, a total of ninety-nine floors.

It's just that the ninety-nine-story stairs are still nothing and can't be stepped into Zhao Fengming. It's the wood belonging to heaven like the wooden sword. The wooden sword is suspended in different places and slowly flies to the sky as bright as nine suns, making the stars lose their pride.

Zhao Feng looked at the scene where all the memories in the door slowly appeared thousands of years ago. He realized that everything was like the war in those years. The true god and Qingtian Haoyang also stepped up such a ladder. Two figures could be faintly seen in the space of the door. They were the teacher and Qingtian Haoyang. It was just the gray cloth shirt at this time. The old man is no longer the opponent of Qingtian Haoyang, because most of the whole world has disappeared.

The wooden sword is like slowly disappearing. The ninety-nine-story staircase begins to show its essence, as if as long as someone climbs the staircase and enters the door, it will become a god. Zhao Feng looked at the ninety-nine-story staircase and silently felt that one road rule after another in the door was flowing with the world, and among them was the composition of the whole world. The road of fate came out of the sky from the earth and integrated into Zhao Feng's body, so that Zhao Feng entered the realm of that year.

"What kind of ability do you have now after planning for a thousand years?" A voice came from the kingdom of God like thunder and wind.

Zhao Feng listened to the voice and there was no expression on his face. He didn't miss the throne. He didn't forget what he belonged to him. It was just like what the old man said. He had to pay the price for doing something wrong for so long. Zhao Feng looked at the ground line behind him, which could not be seen. The ground line was full of the green grass plain. The will of the kingdom of God in the door.

Zhao Feng stepped into the ninety-nine-story stairs. He walked very slowly. Every time he climbed the stairs, he had to stay for a long time because after all, it had the meaning of the Kingdom of God and he was now a mortal. Every time Zhao Feng stepped on the stairs, although his face was calm, the sweat had wet the sweat on his forehead of his clothes and made the face like a woman wet.

In the Kingdom of God, Qingtian Haoyang looked at Zhao Feng, who stepped up the ladder step by step, and never did nothing. It seemed that he didn't pay attention to Zhao Feng at all. He also cared about whether he was the reincarnation of Huang Tian and Baiyang. In addition, the teacher sat bitterly resisted the will of those divine kingdoms and the attack of Qingtian Haoyang also watched Zhao Feng step by step. There was a smile on the face of the stairs.

The image of Sakyamuni Buddha appeared on the withered bodhi tree in the forbidden place of the back mountain of the western desert. He looked at the door in the south and sighed. Now he has now he has seen everything. At this time, one golden light spots appeared one after another in eight places on the western desert. Several other Buddhas can be seen on the face.

"It turns out that you have known the end of today for a long time. It turns out that I am the only one still struggling," Sakyamuni Buddha said with a sigh.

At this time, on the Arctic North Plain of the snow forest, there is a black beam rising in it, and you can faintly see the appearance of the true god. It's just that the true god is dead here. The real god looks up to the south and sees the door and sees the yellow sky and white sun that have been fighting against it for 5,000 years, and then sighing. It spread all over the far north to make those true gods kneel on the ground and be extremely sincere. Although they have gone away, they are still believers of the true gods.

"Sword Comes" Zhao Feng roared loudly after playing the ninety-nine-story stairs.

A soaring sword rose in the Lin'an Palace City in the realm of the Song Dynasty. It was a secret that the emperors of the Song Dynasty did not wear. It was a sword cast since the founding of the People's Republic of China. The sword slowly rose in a beam of light. The sharp breath spread throughout the Song Dynasty. Now the emperors and the four kings of the Song Dynasty watched the sword slowly knelt down with countless emperors. The breath of power is integrated into the sword.

Jixia Xuegong and Bingjia Holy Land looked at the sword and saw that the great Confucian breath rose to the sky and the soldiers were integrated into it. At this moment, they looked at the sword with great sincerity. Lu Xiaoxiao and Tuoman looked at the sword in the north and smiled in their hearts. They didn't say anything but their whole body breath soared. Lu Xiaoxiao took Tuo Man to the Song Dynasty. In the palace, the will of the college and the luck that once protected the whole Song Dynasty were integrated into the sword.

Qingtian Haoyang looked at the fluctuation of the private room and his whole body breath soared crazily, and then directly clicked the sword. Because he felt that the sword was a threat to him, he took action. Zhao Feng looked at Qingtian Haoyang's attack without saying a slight smile. Qingtian Haoyang's face darkened when he saw it.

The blue light crossed the door and came to the world like a thunderous hurricane sweeping the sky, but it dissipated around the sword. Qingtian Haoyang did not take action once because he knew the reason, and then he just looked at Zhao Feng's face with a gloomy face.

The light spot belonging to the nine Buddhas in Ximo also quickly entered the sword, making the sword more and more brilliant. The shadow belonging to the true god in the north was also integrated into the sword through the space. The sword flew to Zhao Feng's hand with the whole mortals and the earth with the whole mortals.

How heavy the world and secular world of the sword in Zhao Fengjue's hand are and the whole divine kingdom is heavy. Zhao Feng glanced at the earth and saw countless faces of the world. He saw those former old friends and his brothers and then stepped into the door.

In the thousand years of the Qingtian calendar, Zhao Feng stepped into the Kingdom of God with the sword in the world. The second person from the Academy entered the Kingdom of God. The Song Dynasty resisted the attack of the Qingtian God Religion and guarded the land of the Central Plains. No one knew that the battle in the Kingdom of God was like the battle between the true god and the yellow sky and white sun thousands of years ago. The college was still the Song Dynasty. The umbrella is opposed to the southern Tiandao Temple.

(I'm very tired of writing this book. Because it's the first one, I don't write it very well and I don't write it well. I'm sorry for everyone here. I will definitely write the second book well, because after writing the first book, I found a lot of my own problems, so I have to work hard on the second book.)