The thunder prison of heaven and earth was born only because of the king's thoughts. The thirty-nine-level tower transformed into the vitality, trying to suppress the unrestrained evil spirits in front of him.

Ji Shang's face was cold and stern, and everything was slaughtering. This was the domineering power of heaven and earth as they thought.

And in this quiet and solemn world, there is a thin man with a thin figure and sitting cross-legged face full of relaxed face, and the vitality surrounding him is lively and lively. Although he is in the same sky, his painting style is completely different.

The man was even in the mood to quit at the black-faced God of Killing: "Sure enough, if you have too high status, you can't hear the truth. Or is it that the leader of Ji Shang actually understands it in his heart, but he is unwilling to admit it?"

Ji Shang had forgotten how long it took no one to talk to him in person like this. This offense that exceeded expectations made him subconsciously want to directly print the Mingwang Tower in the 39th Central District on the annoying face in front of him.

But considering that the person in front of him is now an indispensable helper for Ji, he still endured the impulse and just warned coldly: "Han and An are unfair. It is natural to be easy to be vain and imprison, but once An knows the dean's background, the disaster of Longxi will happen again in an instant."

This is a reminder and a bottom line. Tang Luo's actions have made Han's allies feel uncomfortable. This time Ji Shang came not for the third holy path, but for finding out the true thoughts of this ally, and gave a warning.

Don’t forget that the Tang and Han family are grasshoppers tied to a rope. They can’t walk away from me or escape you.

When Tang Luo heard this, he looked at the face of the ally in front of him carefully. He didn't know if it was the benefit of the improvement of his realm. As his research on the divine pupil became more and more in-depth, the more information he could see.

Now, as long as he stares at him closely, he can see many traces that ordinary people cannot see.

These traces are engraved by those unchangeable pasts, whether visible or invisible, and all of them are pieced together to form the so-called present.

Staring at a big tree, Tang Luo could not only see the lush leaves and strong branches that ordinary people could see, but also the axe blade that once was worn, the broken branches that were fascinated by the forest peaks, the leaves that fell in autumn and winter, and the strong wind that continued all seasons.

From now on, I saw the sprouting tree species just now.

If you use these divine eyes to see people, there will be more information. You will practice hard all the time, fight with great pleasure, and the hidden and unseen residues.

If you could once see the meridian spiritual energy and calculate the strengths of a warrior, then Tang Luo, now, can see that everything about the warrior will be invisible.

However, the lives of the weak are strange, but the lives of the strong are mostly the same.

Those who are prominent in front of others will inevitably suffer after others. Whether they are masters or kings, except for their different temperaments, the loneliness and patience are like carved out of the same mold.

This was the first time he looked at Ji Shang so seriously. The square face of the owner of the Beim Lingxiao Sect, and the face that was cut like a knife made people feel awe-inspiring righteousness at a glance.

But if you turn your eyes to your facial features, the first impression brought by your face shape will be instantly destroyed.

Ji Shang's eyebrows are like swords, and there are dozens of diamond-shaped seals composed of interlaced silver marks on the eyebrows.

His face is like white jade, his eyes are long and narrow, and his pupils are like jade. Although his voice, appearance, smile, he is full of murderous intent.

The lower end of the bridge of the nose, which is as tall as a mountain, is extremely narrow, and even when breathing, there is no ups and downs, just like it is cut by a knife after being squeezed into mud.

The lips were lilac, slender and thin, and when he pursed his lips, he could only see a lilac line.

Anyone who meets him for the first time can tell that this person is not easy to mess with, especially when the other party is in a bad mood.

Through the robe, the divine eyes can see the divine patterns printed on the king's body like flowers. These patterns are lit up at different positions to form a formation, and they are connected together to form an endless cycle. The seven whole seats indicate that the person in front of him has reached the level of the third-grade immortal war body, and the six-meter-long golden body of the second-grade Vajra is only a little distance away.

As for the military attacks, he has practiced to an unprecedented level. With a thought, the energy of heaven and earth moves with thoughts, hundreds of eight swords, three thousand spiritual weapons, and even nine wonders of heaven and earth. One thought arises, an endless killing disaster without consuming any of his original spiritual power.

Is this the human spirit that appears after a thousand years of survival in the first holy land of Xihe?

In martial arts, Tang Luo admired Ji Shang's achievements very much, but he still couldn't help but feel disappointed.

"I'm saying that it's irreconcilable, but I've been living for thousands of years? Besides, your surname is Ji, but not Han."

If you list a list of the words that can be responded to at this time, then Tang Luo's sentence is the least eye-catching. This degree of offense even made Ji Shang a little stunned, but he didn't stop seeing it: "I understand that the leader of Ji Shang has always had the ambition to restore the throne, and he can also see the fear buried in your heart. Why aren't Beim's disciples allowed to travel in Zhongzhou? Are you afraid that those disciples of Ji's disciples who have seen the current situation in Zhongzhou and have lost their determination to restore the throne?

Why are you so anxious? Have you also seen the gap between Beim and the Three Realms Holy Lands, and you are afraid that if you don’t hurry up this century, you won’t even dare to mention it in the next century?

A thousand years have passed, do you think Xihe is getting smaller and smaller? Even the widely praised Zhongzhou seems to be unable to withstand the ambitions of the Three Realms Holy Land?

Are you afraid that when the Three Realms Holy Land reaches out, the Han clans hidden underground will have nowhere to hide, and will not even have a chance to resist?

I was thinking this way, why didn’t I dare to admit it? Hatred is no longer the biggest motivation for Han’s restoration, fear is.”

boom!

Just like the strings that suddenly broke, Ji Shang felt a blank in his mind, and the Mingwang Tower, which was like a pillar of heaven, stood on the sky, falling towards the top of Donglan Mountain.

The heaven and earth were shaking at the same time, and the ten directions of the gods set up a thunder and killing disaster, turning into thunder and casting spiritual weapons, and coming towards the direction where Tang Luo was located.

The mountains roared, and pairs of ice eyes that were born from the breath of thick soil opened on the mountain wall, and the green pupils reflected endless ice evil aura.

In just one percent of the breath, endless killing disasters appeared on the top of Donglan Mountain, which was cloudless, and the Luanzhou Temple, which was thousands of miles away, also felt this indescribable murderous intent shock.

Tang Luo, who was sitting cross-legged, stood up lazyly in front of the Wandao Killing Tribulation, and did not see any movement. However, no matter whether the thunder soldiers transformed by Shenxiao or the cold evil shot out of the ice eyes, they all penetrated into their bodies, and became pure vitality and did not know where to go.
Chapter completed!