In Fang Lei's puzzled gaze, Xiao Miao pursed his lips and his eyes were firm:

"No matter who you are, you want to ask where your master is... it is impossible!"

"There are thousands of flows returning to the original world, and Xuanwu destroys the world!"

With a loud shout, endless spiritual energy emerged from the sky and the earth, like the endless stream of rivers on the continent, under a mysterious force, like a hundred rivers reaching the sea, gathering towards Xiao Miao.

The vast black water true energy burst out around him, like a vast ocean receiving the supply of infinite spiritual energy.

Above the black water, the power of the martial soul blessing was on Xiao Miao, making him look like a Xuanwu incarnation.

With one punch, the black water roared, the turtle and snake roared, and the terrifying power seemed to tear the sky apart.

"roar!"

In the sky, the magic dragon's martial soul roared, the space crystal wall appeared layer by layer, and the dark cage became stronger.

At the same time, the extremely cold sword light freezes the void, and a large area of ​​ice spreads above the black water. The cold girl comes to the west in the wind and snow.

boom!

With a loud bang, a golden sun fell into the black water, fighting with Xiao Miao. The terrifying power made the black water rush surge.

"Certainly!"

The middle-aged man walked on the black water, and wherever he passed, everything was suppressed by a domineering force.

Almost in a blink of an eye, Xiao Miao fell into an unprecedented disadvantage.

Fighting across the ranks?

It doesn't exist!

You know, this is a confrontation at the level of the Martial Saint. Which Martial Saint is not a wonderful person?

Not to mention, the five martial saints in the Sword Emperor Palace are all powerful people who have been famous for a long time. Their methods are simply not comparable to those of Xiao Miao, who is riding on the rocket.

The extremely cold sword energy cut through the black water sea, like a powerful external force tearing a pitch-black scroll apart.

The golden sun hugged Xiao Miao tightly, while the turtle and snake roared but could not do anything to the opponent.

The Heishui in Dingzhen cut off part of Xiao Miao's source of power.

The giant python in the world even brought up a fog in the sky, peeking in the fog, preparing to kill with one blow!

Fang Lei looked at all this indifferently. After all, Fang Lei knew very well from the beginning that Xiao Miao was just an attempt by himself.

If he is the so-called son of destiny, he will naturally turn bad luck into good fortune and eventually become the pillar of the Temple of Stars.

But if he was not... Xuanwu's power would be gone if he was given, and he would find a new believer.

I have to say that Fang Lei is now sitting upright on the throne and becoming more and more indifferent. It is a kind of indifference of sitting and watching the flock of sheep.

Fortunately, Fang Lei has the clone of Boss Fang in the real world, which can bring him enough human experience.

After all, Boss Fang’s clone is very different from other clones. Perhaps because of the revival of spiritual energy, Fang Lei did not become a god, but he looked like he had obtained other opportunities...

"Um?"

At this moment, Fang Lei suddenly raised his eyebrows. As a god, he was so sharp that a powerful aura suddenly rose.

That's the breath of rules!

In the distance, on a surging river, an old man standing on a boat looked at the void with only some fluctuations and darkness in the distance, and sighed helplessly:

"What should be here, it's still here..."

After a sigh, the old man reached out to the barrier constructed by the Void Demon Dragon, and a more terrifying force than Xiao Miao's Wanliu Guiyuan burst out. The void power that formed the barrier suddenly rushed towards the old man's infinite sea like a big river.

The barrier that is indestructible and isolates everything will be torn apart in an instant!

"Who?!"

His own power was torn apart by violence, and the Void Demon Dragon looked at the gap in the power that was swallowed like a funnel.

The power of the void brought the pictures and everything in the distance infinitely closer. At the end of the gap, on the bank of a surging river, an ordinary-looking old man was watching the battle of the six martial saints with a calm face.

"Teacher, go quickly! They are coming for you!"

Seeing the old man, Xiao Miao's expression changed drastically for the first time and he shouted loudly.

It is precisely because of this shout that Fang Lei's face showed a strange look:

"Believe in me, the true god, and then there is another true god as a teacher. No wonder he can advance to the Martial Saint in just five years."

The ordinary old man may not be able to see the details, but Fang Lei can clearly see the divine aura belonging to the gods.

"This time I've watched it."

Fang Lei's face showed an interest expression. In the kingdom of God, he held up his chin and looked at it with relish.

"It's him?"

"Take him down and leave it to the Pope!"

Realizing the identity of the old man, the martial saints of the Sword Emperor Palace were immediately overjoyed. The giant python in the world that had been brewing a killer move for a long time was almost united with the martial soul, turning into a giant python with no end and pounced towards the old man.

When the old man saw this scene, he chuckled, reached out and grabbed the void of the river, and a shocking scene appeared!

As the old man held the sword, the entire surging river stopped instantly, and then the vast river water of countless miles floated out of thin air and turned into a giant sword that was thousands of miles long!

"Come on the sword!"

The old man shouted softly, and the giant sword condensed by thousands of miles of river suddenly appeared in his hands.

In the midst of lightning, the old man slashed out at the giant python in the world, and the world was torn apart like a painting.

Under the vast sword energy and terrifying sword intent, the giant python in the world was directly cut off by one sword.

The martial soul was broken, and the martial saint, who was hidden in the martial soul, vomited blood and flew backwards, lying on the ground without knowing life and death.

The air solidified at this moment.

The Martial Saint of the Sword Emperor Palace, who was originally full of joy, was full of horror at this moment!

Especially the woman holding the sword, looking at the old man holding the Great River Sword, her face was unstable, and the vast sword intent, even if she was called the Extreme Cold Sword Saint, she could only look up to her in despair.

"Who are you!"

"How could there be a strong man like you in the Martial Soul Continent? What is your purpose for hiding in the Martial Soul Continent?!"

Looking at the ordinary old man, the martial saints of the Sword Palace spoke in horror.

The old man stepped on the void, took thousands of miles in one step, and instantly appeared in this space formed by the magic dragon martial soul of the void. He glanced at the martial saints indifferently and sneered:

"You... are much worse than my original believers."

"Steal my faith and destroy my believers... the team you created is too weak."

As soon as the old man finished speaking, a terrifying will came here. The heaven and earth were filled with endless hatred and madness. The familiar power made the martial saints happy!

"It's my master!"

"Have my Lord personally come?"

"It seems that there is still the breath of the Pope?"

Amid the surprise eyes of several martial saints, a magnificent sword light fell from the sky. In the sword light, a figure that could not distinguish between men and women was floating there, with a huge atmosphere.

And outside the sword light, an old man with white hair and beard looked at the old man who Ningjiang was sword with a calm expression:

"Your era has passed, and this continent is destined to belong to my master."

"Shut up, you traitor! I thought you would be the successor to the next generation of pope!"

Seeing the old man with white hair and beard, an angry expression finally appeared on his face. Looking at the old man with white hair, the old man was full of murderous aura.

But the old man with white hair sneered:

"The successor of the next pope? I have been waiting for hundreds of years... Do you tell me I am the successor of the next pope?"

"That old guy is old but not dead. Even if he dies, you will reborn his soul as a saint and continue to take charge of the Sword Palace. Do you tell me the next generation?"

"Roland, I've heard enough of your oracle..."

After saying that, the white-haired old man respectfully bowed slightly to the voice in the magnificent sword light:

"My Lord, Roland has appeared. Please kill Roland."

"As long as Roland dies, you will be the real Sword Emperor of Hate."

"snort!"

The answer to the old man with white hair was a cold snorted full of hatred.

Under the cold snorting, the old man with white hair was as if struck by lightning, and a wisp of blood flowed down the corner of his mouth.

"What are you? You still need to ask how I act?"

In the world, hatred swept across the world, and even the Martial Saint Lord felt that he was almost about to fall into madness under that breath.

Looking at the magnificent sword light in horror, the sword light slowly dissipated, and the figure of a middle-aged beautiful woman became clear.

The beautiful woman looked at the old Roland with a crazy look and even showed a hideous smile on her face:
To be continued...