Chapter 140 True Spirit

Hongjun is the last glimmer of hope in the heavens. As an ancient life, he enjoys the fortune of the era. He has existed since the beginning of the era world. Now behind his strength, he is only half a step away from breaking through and becoming a real detachment. This is a person who is closer to detachment in the heavens.

Inherit the will of the heavens, get the legacy of the five ancestors, and get the fate. Almost the time, place and people are right. He occupies all of them. As long as he leaves and gives a period of time, he can truly get rid of heaven and earth, become the first person out of the era world, lead the people of the era to the other side, and let the era world get rid of the shackles of reincarnation.

Now, this greatest hope will be truly destroyed.

The speed is extremely fast, and a residual shadow turns out of white. In everyone's eyes, this light rushes to Hongjun. If it is knocked down, the detached spirit wrapped in the body surface alone is enough to erase all the strong.

Hong's scene seems to be still in front of him.

"Quick! Stop him and protect Hongjun. He is the greatest hope of our era. There must be no problems!" An ancient life exclaimed that he was exploring the way in the front. At this time, he was powerless and could not stop it at all.

As soon as the words fell, four or five people suddenly flew out. They were all in the realm of the supreme gods. They were the strongmen of the five clans. They followed Hongjun and kept the will of their ancestors. Several people flew by, revealing a sense of death and rushed to the white light without any hesitation, they directly bumped into it!

"Hss!"

The thunder took a breath of cold air, and I saw the white light flashing, without even a trace of pause. It broke through the barrier of several people and wrapped in the white light, as if it had been purified. These people did not make a scream, silent, and disappeared in the white light. This scene shocked everyone.

These are several supreme strong gods, who are only half a step away from entering the realm of half a step of detachment. To some extent, this is already the top combat power of the heavens. Even so, it is still vulnerable.

"Up!"

"Quick! Stop him!"

After a slight shock, more people shouted that the white light was too strong. Once he really approached Hongjun, he thought that even Hongjun could not leave calmly. The tides of heaven and earth were approaching, and it was close to the last great detachment. If Hongjun was damaged or died at this time, the greatest hope of the heavens would be buried.

Taking a deep breath, Lei Dong looked at it. Several people rushed over again. There were only two supreme gods, and more of them were the main gods. Even so, there were still no complaints and no moving forward.

This is sacrifice, self-sacrifice, for everything in the heavens, always in the heart of every creature in the heavens.

"Ah!"

Lei Dong stood still and roared, and his anger broke out. He watched these people still be wrapped in white light, and then disappeared into the white light without screaming or complaining. They left with a smile.

Knowing that it is death, he still move forward, just to give Hongjun more time to leave. He is the hope of the heavens and the hope of everyone. Even if he dies, he will leave the last hope of the heavens.

The corners of his eyes were wet with thunder. He galloped away, and his heart was sad. The original way of the emperor seemed to have loosened a lot at this time. Under the world, whether it was the king's soil and the shore of the earth was the king's minister. This is the instruction of the emperors through the ages. The emperor is the king, in charge of the four poles, and the creation is infinite, but more is a kind of indifference.

At this moment, they seemed to resist silently with their death.

"Hong!"

In the explosion of everyone, the Holy Mountain burst into pieces and completely collapsed in the heavens. A gray shadow swept out of it and went straight to here. This is a hall, a gray wall, a towering momentum, and a faint white light. It was the ancient hall of the Epoch. The Holy Mountain was broken. It came out, but it came for the corpse of the real messenger.

Whey!

Several people galloped by and wanted to stop them. The ancient hall suppressed the heroes. This is known to everyone, but it is an era, not to mention the strong people. At this time, there are horrible corpses. If there is another ancient hall, the consequences will be unimaginable. Dozens of people used it to kill their ambitions to slow down the ancient hall's tracking again.

"Hongjun, I hope you can succeed. I'm here to bless you. The last prestige of the heavens is you. Don't live up to me and live up to the hope of the five ancestors!"

An old breath poured in, and a figure left around Hongjun. This was an ancient life. He kept rushing to the ancient hall in an instant.

"The descendants are still like this. As an ancient life, I was born at the beginning of the era. How can I compare with these descendants, the five ancestors, the old tree, and the old man!"

In the roar, the whole person suddenly turned into a streamer, and an illusory imprint ignited, which was the imprint of life. The ancient life directly ignited everything and rushed to the ancient hall of the Epoch.

"Boom!"

The fierce breath, a huge explosive breath spread all over the starry sky, and a trace of crack appeared, breaking the space. The silent collision shocked the heavens and almost broke the space. Obviously, this collision has reached the level of the detachment, and the power can be imagined.

"The ancient life... Go well!!"

With a thunderous roar, he scolded God angrily, and the blue veins appeared on his face. The position of the emperor was fully displayed. The power of the purple-gold emperor's Tao was around the circle, but few people noticed that he was a hero and the main god was insignificant here. At this moment, I don't know how many people roared and their faces were full of tears.

The ancient life fell, and another person left. From ancient times to the present, how many ancient life has been left, but it is so lost, just for that glimmer of hope.

Is all this worth it?

"Don't worry, I will definitely be detached and seek everything for the era world!"

Hongjun Muran stopped and stopped. His face was still indifferent, but he could see the trace of anger. The Taoist ancestor who was in line with the way of heaven seemed to cut off all love and still had feelings. This was the touch between ancient life and the gratitude from the lives of the heavens. He nodded silently and then turned to leave.

"Up!"

Hongjun said a word, which seemed to be the supreme panacea. Suddenly, I don't know how many people stayed. For nothing else, he just delayed the time for Hongjun and blocked the white corpse and the ancient era hall.

Out of bounds

The real messenger hiding in the mountains showed a smile, like a cat and a mouse, teasing through the water lines in the air and looking at everything in the era. He was as high as looking at a farce, without a trace of emotion, but more smiling, looking at the unnecessary sacrifices in the lower world.

"Since you are so willing to sacrifice, well, I will complete you. Hey hey, let's see how many lives can be filled in this Pangu era world. I don't believe it. There are really people who are not afraid of death, and the whole era is not afraid of death!"

The last sound, like a roar, his eyes were a little scarlet, with cold murder. This scene seemed to touch the weakness in the bottom of his heart. His hand changed and pointed out. Suddenly, the white body in the water pattern stopped, not chasing Hongjun, but chasing the rest of the people. .

"Daw!! This man is really damned!"

Lei Dong looked at this scene. How could he not know what he really wanted? His heart was furious, but he had to endure it. He couldn't help looking at this scene, and the indifferent people were also moved. Even Hongjun was no exception. The corners of Lei Dong's eyes were wet. Not only him, but also many people were wet. The strong men fell one by one and were dissipated by the white light. Many people were suppressed by the ancient hall and turned into flying ashes. A large number of strong people died in this battle. In this battle, the strength of the heavens was greatly damaged.

Silent, everyone is silent. I don't know how to say, some people leave, some people stay, and some people rush to the white light and the ancient hall...

"Damn it, I'll come. I don't believe you can really kill all of us in the sky!"

Mu Ran, a roar came. This was not the voice of human beings or other races. There was a trace of spirituality, which shocked everyone. When Muran looked at it, he saw a strong man who looked like a human. There was a one-horn above his head.

"Without demonic spirit, this person is not a demon clan. Why does he have horns... Is it... the spirit beast of heaven and earth!"

A horrible idea appeared in the thunderous brain. The spirit beast of heaven and earth is a mystery. It is the most powerful batch of the blood of the heavens, but it is strangely missing. Only Hongjun stayed. Now, another one appears. This person is definitely the spirit beast of heaven and earth. He rushed forward, roared and turned out of his nature.

"Golden jade eagle!"

This is the appearance of a white eagle. The body covers the sky and the sun, and Ling Ran's eyes sweep to the starry sky, which makes people feel cold. There is a golden feather above the head. It looks strange and faintly seems to be a round jade sculpture. This is a quite powerful kind of spiritual beasts of heaven and earth. The golden jade eagle, ranked in the top 20.