Chapter 817 1 Person Holds up 1 Piece of Sky

In the sunset, a man in white was walking step by step, and the sunset light fell on him, dyed with a layer of divine brilliance, making him extraordinary.

His appearance touched everyone's heart, and many people roared out, and was despised by the seven ancestors from the bottom of their hearts, making everyone feel aggrieved.

This is a face that looks heroic and young, but the vicissitudes in those eyes indicate that he is no longer a young man.

A snow-white shirt fluttering in the wind, stepping on the sunset, like a dream, like a fantasy, the momentary elegance, the peerless posture, makes people want to kneel down and worship.

This was not a coercion, but an exciting emotion, and people shouted.

"saint!"

"A saint belonging to my human race!"

It has been almost seventeen or eighteen years since we parted back then. Ye Fan's eyes were sour, he never expected to see the white-robed God King here.

He was able to get to where he is today, all thanks to God King Jiang, who helped him to continue the break of the Holy Body, wash the avenue with the blood of the gods, and help him break through.

It can be said that all this is now what Jiang Shenwang has exchanged for him with his life, otherwise he may be lost to everyone.

"God King..." Ye Fan's voice trembled, his steps were unsteady, and he moved forward to meet him.

Back then, when the king of the gods sang, the hero was dying, he went alone and entered the great wasteland, only to die, which made him feel very sad, but he was unable to help.

Now, seeing him finally in the world, Ye Fan was extremely excited, because the King of God was the person he respected the most.

The king of the gods was full of white hair, as crystal clear as snow. As soon as he appeared, he gave people the feeling that a majestic mountain could hold up the sky, making people feel that everything could be withstood, like an immortal pillar supporting the sky.

Many people are excited, many people are quietly wiping their tears, their eyes are red, and they have been suppressed for so long, everyone is looking forward to the arrival of a human saint.

The seven ancestral kings also had to turn their heads. When they saw this extraordinary person, everyone's heart skipped a beat, and their indifferent expressions froze.

"God King..." Ye Fan approached and paid a big salutation, almost choked up, with sincere feelings.

"Get up!" God King Jiang Taixu pulled him up with his own hands.

The white clothes are picturesque, and the supreme style of the past seems to be still in front of us, making people feel emotional. There are many kings in the world, but there is only one god king in white who has been crowned with the word peerless.

The setting sun dyed the world red, and the king of the gods was full of brilliance, standing there, illuminating everyone's heart, making people feel that he could hold up the whole sky alone.

"God King!"

"Peerless God King!"

At this moment, I don't know who shouted first, and everyone else followed and shouted, and the sound shook the world.

At this desperate juncture, the arrival of a person has such an effect, arousing the enthusiasm of everyone, and making many ancient tribes terrified.

And the seven Taikoo kings also showed strange colors, the dim light in their eyes flashed, and they watched silently.

The king of gods is a very unfortunate person. He became famous as a young man, and he was immortal and slashed three times early, and the king was great.

After returning, everything has changed. The hero lives a long life, but it is too late. There is nothing more painful than this. He is invincible, but waits for his life to come to an end.

What's even more tragic is that the beloved died to save him, watching helplessly, with such vicissitudes of heart and experience, the icy corpse of Fairy Yi Caiyun in his arms, white hair in that desolate sunset.

Anyone who understands the life of the King of God will have feelings in their hearts, grief for him, injustice for him, and ill-fated destiny. He is a hero who makes others heartache.

When he was young, he killed the Sun King, who had already entered the realm of great achievement among the twin kings of Zhongzhou. Not long ago, the battle of the barbarian iron cavalry on the northern plains revealed that he had killed and injured the dark devil king of the royal family, which made him lose his confidence in preaching.

How many unknown past events, all of which were done when you were young? With such a brilliant record, if he hadn't been wasted for four thousand years, where would he have grown?

Whenever I think of it, it will make people sigh with embarrassment, feel sorry for the king of gods, this is the real genius!

"Finally, it looks like a saint." An ancient king said indifferently.

The scene was quiet, and people were paying attention to the king in white, perhaps it should be called the saint in white.

However, from a psychological point of view, people are more willing to call him the king in white, which is no longer an achievement, but a unique title.

"A saint who is not the same as ordinary people." The only man among the seven ancient kings who had never spoken, frowned slightly, and said, "How do I address you?"

"Jiang Taixu." The King of God said calmly, with a spirit in his eyes, shining like the sunset.

There is no sage's air, and there is no intimidating power, but he is standing there, but he is on an equal footing with the seven ancient kings, and there is no weakness at all.

This is everyone's feeling, I don't know if it's an illusion or an illusion, and my heart has become extremely certain. When the King of God comes, it will be like a needle in the sea, making people feel at ease.

"Why... I feel that you are different from other saints?" An ancient king's indifference faded away, and a wisp of doubt appeared on his face.

"It's not the same, you and I are of different races, and the way of proof is also different." God King said.

"No, what kind of Dao did you prove? It's definitely stronger than the average saint." The ancient king said solemnly.

The people present were all surprised, especially the ancient tribes, and they were even frightened. The fact that this ancient king could say such a thing was enough to show that the white-robed saint in front of him was stronger than him.

"The times are different, and every human saint is different." King Jiang said flatly.

However, as soon as these words came out, it was like a thunder, which shocked several ancient kings present, and their expressions changed for the first time.

As for the others, only a few people figured out the meaning, and then they were shocked.

This is the post-desolate and ancient era, which has long been different from the past. Heaven and earth cannot tolerate the appearance of saints, no one can prove the Dao, even the kings are almost invisible!

Over the years, it has been an era of despair for the amazingly talented cultivators, empty of the sky, but unable to cut the road, empty of life, white hair, empty of sadness, but unable to succeed.

Before the ancient times, it was different. When the rules of heaven and earth did not change, kings were not uncommon, and there were saints from all clans. It was much easier to cultivate them than it is now.

In this world, the kings of Dacheng are as rare as a peacock, and the difficulty of becoming a saint is only higher than that in ancient times. With such harsh conditions, how can you take the step of a saint?

Over the years, the people who have been able to cut the Dao of Immortal Three are amazing. Everyone has their own unique path, which is caused by various great opportunities and cannot be replicated.

How strong a will and talent does it take to take that step against the sky when sanctification is not allowed?

Every saint who has achieved in this context is incomparable and unique!

Even if they are just taking a preliminary step, it is terrifying, because they are the kings of the saints, and they succeeded under the most impossible conditions to prove the Way!

Who is the White God King? Being crowned with the word "peerless", and he is a king in himself, coupled with such difficult background conditions, then he deserves to be called the king of kings!

"The times are different..." An ancient king muttered to himself, and a storm surged in his heart.

The human saints are almost invisible, but as long as one jumps out, it is super amazing and scary, making them fearful.

"The grand event of all races is about to begin, don't you all go in and sit?" The King of God invited him. He had white hair like snow, a majestic figure, and his words were calm and upright.

"It's not worth going in and sitting there. If there are no people who can sit on an equal footing, what kind of event is it? I'm waiting to sit down, and there is no one who can sit at the same table with us. Who should I talk to?"

An ancient king ruthlessly opened the scar, making many human monks angry, but unable to refute, if not for the arrival of God King Jiang, this is really the case.

"How about I sit with you and talk about Taoism?" the white-robed god king said.

"You are extraordinary, you are about to learn, let's pass our level first!" An ancient king stepped forward and shot.

Thirty-six pairs of divine wings were born behind him, and they swayed together. Immediately, the light curtain of Tiangang was released, and a divine sword of the heavenly path was raised, and it slashed down.

This is the combination of the infinite gods, and it is his strongest blow. Sometimes the battle of the saints can be divided into victory and defeat, and life and death.

In this setting sun, Jiang Taixu's whole body was surrounded by golden rays of light, and he only had one movement, that is, slashing with his fingers.

"Chong"

The Sword of Heavenly Dao was broken under the two fingers of the God King, and the God disappeared like smoke, turning into a dazzling light and disappearing into the void.

"boom"

A more terrifying battle started. This time, there were six saints who attacked and killed all but one of the ancient kings, and together they suppressed the white-robed god king.

Thousands and thousands of strands, all kinds of lights formed by the formation of the train intersected together, turned into a path of immortal mace and chopped down, the heaven and the earth sounded everywhere, and all kinds of auspicious qi sprayed and fell down.

This is the trump card offered by the six saints together, fighting for good fortune with heaven and earth, fighting with the sun and moon for splendor, harmony and killing.

"Boundless light, boundless calamity, boundless energy, eternal suppression!" The six people drank together, resounding from the sky and the ground, rumbling and roaring, and it was unknown how many thousands of miles it had spread.

The void in front is collapsing, the chaotic light is looming, and a small world is split open, and there is a kind of qi that opens the sky.

This is a powerful and unparalleled attack. The sky will be auspicious, and the earth will appear divine lotus. All kinds of lights gather together to become a sea of ​​​​divines!

Everyone fell down and was not attacked, but they couldn't bear the pressure on the sky, and the world seemed to be destroyed.

The peerless god king swiped his hands, and time seemed to stand still for him. His white hair fluttered, his eyes were firm, unmoved, and he traced the path of his debut.

Only Ye Fan could see that he was evolving the holy method of fighting and fighting. For five thousand years, the attack power was the first, and he once again shined!

And this time, the king of gods appeared as a saint, reappearing his invincible attack, the strongest attack power!

"boom!"

The sky and the earth collapsed, and a red-red stove appeared, sacred and vast, covering the sky, engraved with ancient patterns such as divine birds and the sun.

The haze is like blood, blooming gorgeously, all kinds of laws are intertwined by this holy furnace, making a roar of heaven, suppressing it, and no one can stop it!

"What, you brought the Jidao Emperor!"

"Is this the Jiang family's Hengyu stove?!"

Several ancient kings were terrified, their cold hairs stood on end, and there was a sense of powerlessness that surged deeply. They couldn't resist, and they kept sinking under pressure.

"No, this is the attacking holy technique he evolved, not an imperial soldier, this...it's terrifying!" An ancient king's body was cold.

Everyone was shocked, the stone was earth-shattering, and the human monks knew that this must be the holy method of fighting, which evolved into an unparalleled attack!

"The first attack in five thousand years, an unbreakable myth!"

Everyone was excited. After entering the realm of saints, the white-robed god-king became even more invincible, and he was still the one and only peerless god-king!

The faces of the ancient tribes showed fear, and everyone was terrified. One manpower suppressed the six saints. What kind of style is this? The unparalleled powerhouse, the king of saints!

In the sky, the holy furnace with the red glow in the sky was irresistible, and the six ancient kings were bent down and were about to fall to the ground.

The peerless demeanor has not diminished in the past, and it has been the number one in attack power for five thousand years, and it is still an unbreakable myth!