"One Yuan Shen Sect, perish!"

This will actually make Li Tianming feel pressure.

It can be seen that in a distant place, how many people are there to see him unhappy.

After all, they are still planning to win the world's number one.

"Direction." Fang Taiqing of Tianyuan Sect called him.

"Sect Master." Li Tianming walked up to him.

"You know, it doesn't mean that we will win the battle of hell. All the winner depends on the final battle. In addition, the highest source of disaster in the Thousand Star Realm is the key. Recently, there are rumors that the highest source of disaster is the key to opening the secret of the Thousand Star Realm. If you can get what you can, the situation may be different." Fang Taiqing said.

"Disciple understand." Li Tianming remembered it.

"Now that we are in decline, we are under oppression, and everyone can be deceived. I hope you can make the sentient beings of the ancient Shenzong truly raise their heads." Fang Taiqing said.

Li Tianming nodded.

He knew very well.

If the ancient Divine Sect was too oppressed and suffered heavy losses, perhaps people like Fang Taiqing would surrender and force the sect to hand over the honorable god.

The Battle of Hell is perfect, but the final battle is the key!

This is a battle of will. Even if the enemy suffers heavy losses, it still depends on who it is, and it will last.

His victory will even increase Xuanyuan Dao's voice and increase the confidence of the sect, so that Fang Taiqing, who is undecisive, will have to enter the game!

The reason why Jiang Feiling and the ancient Shenzong survive and will not be collapsed is that the sect is united!

"I will bring hope to the ancient divine realm regardless of everything!"

Boom boom boom boom!

His chest was filled with blood.

At this moment, the sky and the earth were shaking, and it was the hottest time.

A small barrier floating above the Sanyuan battlefield, which is actually the "No. 1 battlefield in the world".

However, its utility today is mainly to randomly match opponents.

Looking up, there was a blizzard falling from the sky.

The entire Sanyuan battlefield has been covered by blizzards. If you have poor eyesight, you will not be able to see the distance.

The world is vast!

The cold wind whistles, and snowflakes swept around like blades.

Li Tianming thought that as long as there is a drop of blood, it will be particularly obvious in this pure white world.

The thunder in Yandu, the rain in Shendu, and the blizzard in the ancient Shensect are all unforgettable scenes.

He stood in the wind and snow, with long snow-white hair flying, a simple black robe covered with wind and snow, and his whole body was as cold as the world.

His opponents are right opposite!

Everyone in the world is paying attention to them.

At this moment, as the host, Fang Taiqing stood up and shouted loudly in a vibrant and clear voice:

"I announce that the decisive battle in the world will begin now!!"

This majestic sound, the people nearby, did not sound very loud, but it could sweep across the entire Taiji Peak Lake and even spread to Xuanyuan Lake Lanling Palace.

The passionate blood of countless disciples suddenly started to burn.

"Li Tianming!!"

A boiling cry came from the distant Yiyuan battlefield.
Chapter completed!