Fantasy: I Can Blow Up All Worlds

1. The Dark Temple is usually very talkative.

But when this behemoth can't speak, it's damned.

Tongzhou, Wuzhi City.

"boom."

The great power of the king realm from the side of the war clan rose to the sky, and a shocking roar came from his mouth: "Why?"

Behind him, a monk walked out with a ring scar on his head, holding a ring knife.

The knife cut out and tore the void directly.

"Boom!"

The sky collapsed.

There were countless quit knives, thousands of knives fell, directly slashing the opponent.

In the next moment, all the essence and blood gathered together, once again condensing the figure of the warrior king.

At this time, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of horror: "Why? Why did the Dark Temple attack the old man?"

The monk is indifferent: "The Nine Jie Bell rings, if you don't listen to the caller of the Dark Temple, you will kill you without mercy."

"I have something on hand."

The Zhan Clan King Realm anxiously explained: "My son is practicing kung fu, and I am healing him, so it took a while."

"Chang!"

The monk is full of murderous intent, too lazy to talk nonsense with each other.

Quit the knife shot again, still there are overwhelming shadows, densely packed, and countless.

"what……"

The body of the Zhan Clan Da Neng was chopped to pieces by the sword again and again, but he was reborn again and again with blood.

Every time it is reborn, the aura of the war clan's might weakens by one point.

Recovery also consumes blood.

He felt the breath of death.

"You can't kill me, I'm a side of the war clan..."

"Chang!"

What responded to him was a knife that gathered countless blades.

This knife tore open the sky and instantly appeared on the center of his brow.

"Do not……"

Zhanzu Da Neng only had time to let out a scream, and with a bang, his body was split in half.

The monk grabbed forward with his big hand.

Universe in the sleeve.

All the essence and blood of the Zhanzu's mighty power were held in his hands, and vaguely, one could see the panic begging for mercy from the essence and blood.

But the monk seemed to have not seen it, grasping the fist in his hand, obliterating all its essence.

At the moment it was beheaded, the phantom of the mighty power of the warrior appeared in the sky above the entire Eastern Territory, and then it shattered and disappeared into the world.

The king of warriors has entered the rules.

Any king of great power will die in battle, there will be a vision of heaven and earth, and the size of the vision is determined by the strength of the cultivation base during his lifetime.

Just like the king-level assassin that Ye Yusheng once killed, there was also a vision, but the king-level assassin's cultivation base was not good, and the fluctuations caused were not great.

And the king-level martial artist who was beheaded by the monk was definitely much stronger than the killer, and the vision it caused was naturally bigger.

The monk put away the Cao Knife and snorted coldly: "With such thin blood, can I be ashamed to call myself a sideline of the war clan?"

There was a lot of disdain in his own words.

Somewhere in Tongzhou, a cross-legged figure opened its eyes.

The next moment, its breath began to spread, and the shaking Faxiang looked at the monk and arched his hands. The meaning was self-evident.

It is not easy for the Zhanzu to kill Wuzhi City personally. After all, this is the site of the Dark Temple.

The monk's move today can be regarded as a solution for the Zhan Clan not to be a big trouble.

The monk didn't speak, but just nodded, and his figure disappeared.

When the Jie Bell rings nine times, it is only the King Realm of the Human Race.

Whether it is the Golden Winged Roc, the War Clan, or the Mountain-moving Giant Ape Clan, they are not humans, and naturally they are not under the jurisdiction of the Dark Temple.

Almost everyone saw the annihilation of that King Realm phantom.

At this moment, the center of the Eastern Sky Vault, where a group of warriors from the king realm gather.

The middle-aged warrior of the king realm who didn't know the purpose of the dark temple before frowned: "That's... the cold king of Wuzhi City? The cold king... was he... killed?"

"Hey."

Next to him, the old man who had explained to him before was called King Chen, and smiled contemptuously: "Do you really think the Jie Zhong in the Dark Temple is a joke?"

"Boy, you are lucky."

King Chen said with a smile: "Come here in time, otherwise your fate will be the same as that of King Cold. You will have a little trouble on weekdays and the Dark Temple will not care, but if it really touched the bottom line of the Dark Temple, everyone in the entire Eastern Region I can't keep you."

"Look at those..."

King Dust pointed to the five hidden kings standing alone, and whispered: "Those five are the heads of the Eastern Regions of the Assassin Organization. Is the Assassin Organization powerful enough? Even they have to accept Jie Zhong's summons."

"And that... the king of the Treasure Pavilion in the Eastern Territory, the Treasure Pavilion that opened all over the world will get it."

"..."

The more dust king said, the more frightened the young new king became.

The Treasure Pavilion and the Assassin Organization's forces spread across the five realms, and they exist almost where there are people, and even they must be called by the Dark Temple.

"Hey."

The dust king smiled: "As long as people are in the Eastern Region, they must be under the jurisdiction of the Dark Temple. This is the rule."

"Zhongzhou is great? In the Eastern Region, the combination of Treasure Pavilion and the Killer Organization is not an opponent of the Dark Temple. This is the background of the overlord-level powerhouse."

When the two were talking.

In the direction of Ezhou, a lotus phantom suddenly appeared in the sky, and then exploded with a bang.

Even if they were far away in Tongzhou, they seemed to be able to see the scared face emerging from the lotus flower.

"Lotus King."

Someone sighed: "The human body used the **** lotus to break into the king's realm. It's a pity... the death is too worthless."

Soon, another iron arm system in Ezhou exploded.

King of Iron Arms.

At this point, the three king realm powers that hadn't been summoned by Hou Jie Zhong, all fell.

Of the fifty-seven people who came here, four came from Qingzhou.

Naturally, there are more than so many kings in Qingzhou, and the others are in battle.

The Dark Lord stood under the wind chime with an indifferent expression, as if waiting for something. The others were not in a hurry, standing calmly in the air, some were silent, some were talking with each other.

They naturally know the purpose of the call.

The battle in Qingzhou has become more and more fierce. From the exile, I know that there are a lot of strong people rushing out, and they are losing ground. Fortunately...for the time being, there is no fall of the king.

After another while, the void twisted.

The three people sent by the Dark Lord appeared and clasped their fists to the Dark Lord: "Holy Lord, the mission is complete."

"Thanks for three uncles."

The Dark Lord nodded, let the three of them disappear again, and then said: "The nine ringing of the robbery bell means that my Eastern Region is facing the danger of destruction."

"Everyone, I don't care what kind of grievances you had before, today is the time of war, we should work together to solve my difficulties in the Eastern Region."

The dark saint explained calmly.

After talking for nearly five minutes, he said, "Does anyone have any objections?"

"..."

silence.

Everyone felt heavy.

The Dark Temple wants them on the battlefield.

To be honest, they refused in their hearts. Qingzhou's affairs have nothing to do with them, but they dare not violate the order of the Dark Lord. In desperation, they can only hold their fists and say: "Because of the Holy Lord's imperial order."