Chapter 2700: War temple

"But these four pieces of the great saint are not impossible to repair."

Xia Ping touched his chin, although the four pieces of the sacred sacred sects were destroyed, and they were hit hard, but the foundation of the sacred sacred instrument is still there. If it is completely repaired, it will be able to breed a spirit again. .

At that time, these magic weapons will naturally restore the peak of the sacred artifact.

Hey! !

At this time, on the ladder, endless magic sounds are bombarded, like a billion-dollar demon in the offensive, crazy bombardment on the barrier of the world tree.

Even in accordance with the barriers of the world tree, it is difficult to resist such horror magic sounds, only to see that the layers of the world's barriers are shattered like glass.

Originally, Xia Ping also wanted to see the four space rings, and the four invincible saints left behind what treasures, but now it seems that there is no such time.

"kill!"

Thinking of this, Xia Ping's figure flickered, and quickly rushed up the steps. Anyway, there were only a hundred steps. As long as I rushed through the drums, there would be no problem.

Rumble

But the more it goes up, the more horrible the power of the magical sound that erupts, and the bombardment of a single note is like a small world that has come from the void.

It also seems to be a star-shaped ball crashing into the barrier of the world tree, bursting with earth-shattering sounds, such explosive power, enough to smash the void, destroying countless rules.

Hey!

Regardless of Xia Ping’s absolute defense, and the world’s barriers, he ran rampantly, ignoring any pressure, rushing all the way to the top of the mountain.

Just a few breaths of time, he galloped all the way, slamming, this moment he finally embarked on the last step and entered the top of the mountain.

Oh la la la

At this moment, Xia Ping felt that the pressure on her body had disappeared in vain, disappeared without a trace, as if the rain had been fine, and the dark clouds had completely disappeared.

"has it ended?"

Xia Ping stood on the ground. He saw the tree barrier of the world that was originally very strong. At this moment, it was bombarded with countless magic sounds. There were hundreds of millions of barriers that were shattered and shattered like glass.

Fortunately, he rushed to the top of the mountain in time, stepping through the 18,000-step ladder. If the time is longer, I am afraid that even the barriers of the world tree will not protect him.

But in any case, he succeeded and passed the trial of the **** of war.

"Sure enough, no one but me, no invincible saints can pass the trial of the **** of war."

Xia Ping looked around and found that there was no other creature except himself. There wasn't even a corpse. It seems that the strongest is the half-god angel, just the last hundred steps to climb. Come up.

It is a pity that even if the semi-god-level angel is still dead, it falls on the eve of dawn.

It is not only this half-god-level angel, but the other three invincible saints also die, and even reach the height of the semi-god-level angels, and they can't touch the true peak of the soundtrack mountain.

"Is this the temple of the **** of war?"

When he looked up, he immediately saw a huge and magnificent palace standing on the top of the sound-grain mountain. But at the moment, the palace was ruined, as if it were turned into ruins. There were hundreds of terrible things in the earth. The fissures of the void seem to have gone through countless epochs, and these voids are unable to bridge.

Between the vagueness, in the traces of the destruction of the palace, it exudes a heart-warming atmosphere. It seems that this temple once had a **** in a desperate struggle to cause such damage.

"Young people, congratulations, passed the test of the courage, passed the experience of the **** of war."

At this time, an ancient voice in the depths of the void sounded: "Your test proves your courage, your talent and your strength, you are qualified to gain the inheritance of the **** of war, come in the temple, board God, here is everything about the **** of war, you will get everything and take charge of the supreme power."

With a bang, the door of the temple opened at this moment, and suddenly the inside of the temple was revealed.

I saw that the whole temple was empty and empty, but there was only one giant shrine standing in the middle of the temple, engraved with densely packed gods, which seemed to contain countless laws of the universe.

The power that comes out of this throne alone is above the sacred sacred device.

And Xia Ping stood in front of this god, it is as if the ants are generally small.

Hey!

Upon hearing these words, Xia Ping walked into the temple and went straight to the seat of the god. He saw that the gods exuded the extraordinary power of the gods, which made people feel like a cult.

As if countless mortals see this god, they will subconsciously squat down, and they will not dare to look straight. This is the gods like prison, and mortals are almost invisible.

Boom!

At this time, Xia Ping step by step, seems to be attracted to the eyes, he subconsciously boarded the throne, sat down.

Suddenly he felt the unparalleled power of the entire throne. He seemed to wrap his body in all directions, and he was covered in warmth, as if there were infinite gods to instill.

He feels that at this moment he seems to be incarnate for the true **** of war, and he is blessed with infinite power. It seems that his power is endless and he can't use it.

"Let your soul limit open, accept the inheritance of the **** of war, then you are the only **** of war in this universe, and the only true God in this universe, to control all the power of war."

A vain voice came from the depths of the inside of the throne, and it creaked, which seemed to cause the whole temple to oscillate back and forth, triggering the resonance of the source, supreme.

The entire soundtrack mountain is also creaking, and countless sound laws oscillate.

"Ok."

Xia Ping was sitting on the top of the throne, closing his eyes and letting go of his own soul restrictions.

Oh la la la

At this moment, the whole shrine is shaking, bursting with infinite light, gathering to a point, a horrible war power is instilled in Xiaping's body and into the depths of the soul.

And this power is simply ruined, like a flood of fate.

"Oh, stupid humans, your soul and your body, now completely belong to me, my **** of war is about to resurrect in this cosmic era."

At this moment, a treacherous and murky voice passed through the depths of the void, seemingly smug, revealing a conspiracy, and the power of a horrible soul instantly fell into the depths of Xia Ping’s consciousness, as if Xia Ping’s soul was completely destroyed and his body was replaced.