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In front of the cliff, Tai Hao still stands with his sword, and behind him are millions of people. Looking at the picture, Tai Hao is dazed, and his heart is shaking, as if It seems that I have known each other before!

"No, it's fake."

He began to doubt it all in his heart.

For hundreds of thousands of years, his Yuanshen is extremely strong. His mind is not only as cold as ice for thousands of years, but also as solid as a rock. Even if the heavenly way is erased, there will be traces.

This comes from the great emperor's luck and is not affected by the outside world.

This familiar scene seems to have just happened, but if you think about it carefully, you will have no head or clue.

"Sinner between heaven and earth, do you commit suicide or abandon your people?" The demon king of the abyss walked out of the crowd and laughed cruelly.

Tai Hao smiled and suddenly asked, "magic voice array, when do you want to trap me?"

Boom

There were thunders in the sky, dark clouds covered the roof, and suddenly the rain poured down.

Except for Tai Hao, everyone here was confused.

A palm stretched out from the sky, extremely broad, overflowing with endless black air.

The goal is Tai Hao.

Seeing this, Tai Hao sneered and said, "hand of heaven, you imitate too much."

The arm is outstretched, the light is great, the spirit of nine days flows into the period, when touching the big black hand in the sky, the black hand shrinks back like an electric shock.

"Well, I didn't expect to see your Lingtai memory in the magic sound array, which is beyond our expectation."

"You are really the reincarnation of emperor Tai Hao. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, funny. This kind of big man will die in the hands of my eighteen demons."

The whole world, spreading the voice of madness.

At the same time, Tai Hao has a thorough understanding of the context. To put it simply, this world is an illusion, which can make people feel nightmare. If he doesn't know how to break all this, he will continue like reincarnation.

"Is it my obsession?"

Tai Hao murmured, "it's hard to cool the blood."

"Break it for me!"

With a roar, the heaven and the earth broke apart completely. The creatures of the heaven and the earth fled in a panic. Their will to survive made them cry, gradually, into a very rhythmic music.

The sun was slowly disappearing towards the clouds.

It's dark.

When Ling Hao opened his eyes again, people were already in the Loulan desert.

Eighteen demons will see more and more murderous opportunities in their eyes. This person's words will break up the space of illusion and almost kill their souls. In addition to their anger, they are more frightened.

At this time, Ling Hao takes a deep breath. The spirit between heaven and earth penetrates into his body with visible signs, swims away from his four limbs, and finally rushes to the platform of mind.

This is a great opportunity!

Breakthrough opportunities.

He is lucky to return to the realm of the great emperor, and the way of Yuan Shen becomes more and more deeply understood. Only in this way can he have enough affinity with heaven and earth, and then the way of nature of heaven and earth will take the initiative to choose him.

"I also want to thank you for letting me realize the power of wind and thunder. In a word, the great power of this world should start from the law of wind and thunder."

Ling Hao smiles.

Heaven and earth have great roads, and they are endowed with predestined people.

Wind, thunder, sun, moon, water, fire, years, reincarnation, killing, compassion

The endless law of heaven and earth is the will of heaven. It's hard for ordinary people to understand one of them, but Ling Hao directly understands the law of wind and thunder.

His strength, from daohuang wuchongtian to liuchongtian.

At this level, every breakthrough needs an opportunity. It's not enough spirit, but enough pills.

And his strength is able to fight across three realms. At this moment, even in the face of daohuang jiuchongtian, he also has the power of World War I, even who lives and who dies, or two.

"Wind and thunder rule, good, good."

Zhao's eyes were red with envy and his whole body trembled.

All his life, he has been pursuing the laws of heaven and earth, which are far more powerful than supernatural powers.

"If you have agreed, I'll send your 18 dogs on the road first." Linghao sneers and laughs. In the middle of waving, there are thunders all over the sky, like the roar of a dragon. The purple thunders seep through people. They fall from the sky in a large range and go to the eighteen devils. Where have the eighteen devils ever seen such a scene.

One of them shouted, "Lord, help us!"

Despair spread in their hearts. Eighteen demons watched Zhao Laomo's indifference, and even retreated a few steps. This scene made them feel even colder.

The purple God thunder doesn't give them room to relax.

He smashed it all over his face.

The shrill howl is getting smaller and smaller. In a short moment, the eighteen magic generals are no longer human.

This scene reminds Linghao of the scene of passing through the divine robbery in the previous life. He turns to look at Zhao Laomo, with a flash of hesitation on on his face.

"Do you want to be pierced by the wind blade, or you want to be chopped by the purple God thunder?"