Five Thousand Three Hundred and Seventeen Chapters?? White King

Taoist Liuyang's face was ashen, and his eyes were extremely sharp.

Jian Wushuang's movement just now was erratic, and the space on the ring was under his control.

"How is this possible, he is a Taoist, how can he master the origin of space."

Many emperors were speechless.

Space origin!

Many Taoists don't even know what it is, let alone master it.

"The people on the Tomb God Mountain are really unusual!"

Those who want to see Jian Wushuang's true strength now fully understand what it means to be different.

"Brother Jiujian, this time, the Thirteenth Emperor of the Shangqing Palace, I am afraid that you will all be defeated by this little friend."

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Although he should go and laugh at the Shangqing Palace at this time, Taoist Liuyang couldn't laugh.

With a heartbeat, a blood-colored token floating in the source rotated, recorded the scene just now, and sent it to a certain hall in the depths of the northern border.

"Suspected of discovering the inheritor!"

Hidden in the ancient hall deep in the north.

An arm that was almost exhausted suddenly moved.

Under that ray of sunlight, the owner of the arm revealed his thin and sallow face, his face was even more terrifying than the watchman.

Although the body of the guardian is lifeless, at least it still looks like a person.

This old man with a depleted body has no personal appearance. His body is like dry wood, his face is ashen, and even the outline of his face is almost buried by dust.

"Little Liuzi sent a letter!"

The skinny old man moved his arms slightly and turned the reluctant lamp.

There is a message and a picture above.

After seeing everything that happened above, the eyes of the old man leaked out.

"Heirs!"

puff!

A powerful breath began to rise, and the old man, who was as thin as dry wood, straightened up in an instant, and the whole person became full of energy.

"Have you waited for countless epochs, has the true temple finally opened?" The skinny old man's eyes were like torches, penetrating everything.

Gollum!

The body of the skinny old man began to change, and the power of flesh and blood rose from the abyss below.

The divine body is also gradually breaking through, 10,000 times, 20,000 times, 30,000 times, and 50,000 times.

until the final sixty-eight thousand times.

After the god's body was completely restored, the old man's body began to fall off, leaving only a god-body phantom.

In the abyss, a fresh body slowly rose up.

"This body can keep you alive for three days. Even if Bai Yi comes, you can escape. Remember to keep the bottom line and the true spirit recovers. Once he starts, I can't help you."

The voice in the abyss was very low, carefully reminding the skinny old man.

The skinny old man now has a new vitality, and the phantom of the divine body enters the fleshly body, directly rising up, clenching his fist slightly, and filling the whole body with powerful power.

"I haven't felt this way for a long time, and three days is enough to accomplish things."

"Be careful!"

"This kind of grace, I take the card family, I will remember it!"

At the same time, hundreds of figures appeared at the same time in the northern realm, even in the secret realm of the heavens, and the four secret realms, all of whom were the same as the skinny old man.

"Humph! It's cheap for King White, and the inheritor actually appeared in the north!"

"Yeah!"

Countless people have received that information, but unfortunately, there is only one White King in the north.

The White King, who had regained his ultimate strength, rose into the sky, and it only took three hours for him to travel from the depths of the northern border to Liuzhou.

If you take the teleportation array, it may be much faster, but the teleportation array has the origin of cosmic space, and the real spirit is sitting there. I am afraid that he will be discovered as soon as he enters.

He knows the strength of the true spirit.

That time in the Forest of Ten Thousand Tibetans made these old guys even more vigilant.

"My Naka family will be great again, and the true temple cannot bind us."

White King!

A mighty deity who roamed the heavens and the earth in ancient times,

The strength far exceeds the ordinary sixth-order, and has entered the top level.

But in the true temple, there is no way to break through if he can't get out. The origin in the true temple is eroding him all the time. He has to give up the physical body and the origin, and embark on the line of the divine body.

Now the divine body is more than 60,000 times, although it can only last for three days, but it is enough.

After King Bai left, the abyss of His Royal Highness also began to collapse.

Under the abyss, a huge eye leaked out, and then it began to dim.

"You can't expect too much from these idiots. Other plans are about to start. I really miss my time in the Giant Gods!"

The huge eyes finally disappeared.

In the Shangqing Palace, Jian Wushuang walked calmly to the Guanchao Pavilion. He didn't know yet that there was an extremely strong man who would come here in three hours and come for him.

Yang Sanmu's strength, I am afraid that it will fall in one encounter.

Even if the patriarch of the Qing Dynasty made a move, he would not be able to block a few rounds.

Before the terror came, Jian Wushuang also had an early warning in his heart. He always felt that something was missing, but he couldn't speculate.

After returning to the Guanchao Pavilion, after a low-key chat with those emperors and strong men, he dropped his seat again.

"Senior Yang, go back after winning the golden sword! There doesn't seem to be anything special here." Jian Wushuang whispered.

The uncomfortable feeling in his heart really affected his decision-making.

The original plan was to go to other places in the Shangqing Palace to take a good look after preparing to capture the sword. It is not necessary now, and it is better to go back early.

Yang Sanmu naturally didn't have any questions, and now the voice transmission answered, there were no questions.

Jian Wushuang nodded without saying anything. When he looked at the ring, he glanced at the Daoist Daoist Daoist Daoist Liuyang, who had a smile on his face. He was chatting and laughing with an emperor, but he couldn't see anything at all.

But he always felt that the magician was watching him all the time.

After glancing at it, he looked back at the ring.

Daoist Liuyang said that he was small with the emperor on the side, but he was surprised at the bottom of his heart.

He didn't know why Jian Wushuang gave that glance just now.

It is disrespectful to look directly at the emperor. Even if Jian Wushuang has a high status, he should know this. Generally, he will not look directly at the strong emperor.

If Jian Wushuang stared at him because he had just delivered the news, it would be too terrifying.

The method of delivering the message was given by the Sect Master Tianmo himself. He once told him that this type of delivery method, let alone the sixth-order emperor, would not be detected even in the presence of the lord of the temple.

That's why he sent it so boldly.

"No matter what, this Jian Wushuang won't last long, Tomb God Mountain? Hmph, it's just a joke, and only these idiots will take matters into their own hands!" Daoist Liuyang sneered in the bottom of his heart.

He knows more things than these people.

He knows a lot about the inheritor, the true temple, and even the true god.

Most importantly, does he know where he is?

Also know where you are going!

Knowing this, he has bigger goals.

For this purpose, it is time to die.