Chapter 399 He turned his back on everyone, as if he was turning his back on all living things

outside world.

Three figures walked out of the darkness and stepped into the void. The terrifying pressure gradually increased. The void collapsed, the earth shattered, and the extreme pressure ruthlessly crushed this place.

The three of them had their hands behind their backs.

The Dharma appears on the back.

Everyone stands like an ancient true god, and the terrifying pressure spreads out, oppressing thousands of miles in radius.

"Boom!"

The ground instantly collapsed downwards, opening vast canyons and abyss.

"hiss!"

"Ghost Saint!"

"Mine!"

"There is also a bloody saint!"

"Even Qingcang Sword Master is here!"

Looking at each other with extremely horrified eyes, they saw three figures walking in the void. Each of them was an ancient saint, a quasi-sage cultivator. The aura that swept out of them was nothing but landslides and tsunamis. They could be sent away as easily as moving mountains to fill the sea. Human souls return to hell.

Three ancient saints appeared at the same time, and heart-rending screams suddenly sounded in the silent night. You must know that even if there are not three saints, even if only one saint comes, they will be broken into pieces and turned into ruins.

now.

Three came at once.

Can the holy soldiers still hold on?

"hiss!"

In the pavilion, Zhou Jing shivered violently, his hands and feet were unable to control his movements, he was trembling under the pressure, and his face was as pale as earth.

The Holy Lord of the Netherworld also took a breath of cold air and looked around with rapid breathing. When he saw the three ancient saints erupting with divine power in the void, his face turned pale with horror, and his heart jumped out of his throat.

"These three saints!"

"They all have extremely strong physiques!"

"On the Day of Judgment at the end of the ancient era, they fought against the Terminators with their tyrannical physiques. After the defeat, they cut themselves off to seal their origins, and escaped the great liquidation. It was extremely terrifying!" The Holy Lord of the Netherworld trembled and prayed: "I hope they can't show their true potential. strength, otherwise..."

Others prayed, hoping that the three predators would not be able to display their original strength.

Regardless of their strength, the three saints can only escape from the Terminator three times to prove their strength. However, the loss of strength caused by killing oneself is also terrible. They should not be able to burst into a complete holy realm cultivation at present. But even if the original strength cannot be exploded, the three of them together are enough to destroy the earth.

Holy soldiers are good though.

But with three saints coming together, can it be defended?

Huang Jiulong was frightened in his heart. Even the Holy Lord of the Netherworld could no longer survive. Can he hope to be transparent?

Everyone in the other rooms was breathing rapidly, their hearts beating hundreds of times faster, and their minds went blank, as if they knew they were going to die, and the horror of impending death occupied everyone's consciousness.

Only Yu Yanyu on the fifth floor did not panic at all.

Dare to kidnap the holy soldiers?

Purely seeking death!

As for Su Changge.

He took a light sip of tea, then waved his sleeves lightly and said, "Things have finally become interesting."

Under the blood moon.

Ghost Saint.

A bloody saint.

Qing Cang Sword Saint.

Their eyes were all swept away, looking through everything to see the scene in the attic below. The corners of their mouths were raised upwards and their eyes were contemptuous and indifferent, as if they were looking at lambs waiting to be slaughtered. They all said with a sneer on their lips. : "How dare a chicken come to escort the holy soldiers? I'm so tired of living!"

The ghost saint's hazy eyes swept across, and his gaze went straight through the attic. He had already seen the holy soldiers in Su Changsinger. Although the holy soldiers were good, only the strong could escort them. Such a weakling was worthy of the title of escort. He was arrogant and was still drinking tea with a nonchalant expression. He really didn't know how to write the word "death"!

"Ignorant fool!" The bloody saint cursed angrily, and a bloody halberd appeared in his hand, ready to start killing. This is the fighting holy halberd. It is famous for being stained with the blood of saints. The ancient reckoning took the opportunity to absorb it. How much holy blood.

Qingcang Sword Master holds a blood-drinking sword, which can absorb thousands of blood to nourish his body. He can fight with war and survive a hundred battles. At the moment, he is closing his eyes to heal his wounds. Just a wisp of breath from his body will cause the sky to shatter and the earth to collapse. It is terrifying. The power of the holy realm spread across the earth.

Loft Zheng

Everyone was frightened and horrified, their eyes were solemn and they couldn't hide the shock in their hearts. The three saints came here to plunder and kill. Even though His Highness was so terrifying, there was no chance of winning against the three saints. Now I just hope that they can't perform well. The original strength was delayed until reinforcements arrived.

Someone was about to burn a signal to send for help.

suddenly.

I saw a figure in white escaping from the sky, stepping on nothingness, and appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

He turned his back to everyone.

It seems as if I am turning my back on the common people.

Holding a mottled sword, a surging momentum burst out, and his clothes were flying in the wind, as if a dazzling and unparalleled ancient supreme had broken through the chains of time and space, and landed on the earth at this moment.