Fantasy Prehistoric Supreme Through The Sky

The first thousand three hundred and eleven chapters, in front of this seat, nothing is immortal!

Tongtian walked to the big clock, “In this world, nothing is immortal.”

After the words fell, Tong Tian turned and looked at Qin Tian, ​​”I said today that I want to step down the Bulaoshan Mountain, and then I have to step down the Bulaoshan Mountain. Even if this creature appears in this world, it can’t stop it.”

“Speaking of which, there is no room for negotiation?”

“Go ahead, our time is precious.”

Tongtian didn’t want to say too much. The old mountain will not be destroyed. Other veteran forces are bound to be entangled like them. When this continues, when will the entire eight wilderness be unified?

The most important thing is that Tongtian already knows the actions of the upper realm. How can he let these old forces that only turn thousands of creatures into cannon fodder for his own hope?

“Fellow daoist, you know, you’re too much?” Qin Tian’s eyes suddenly became sharp, after knowing that Tongtian had not changed his plan because Bulaoshan suppressed an immortal creature.

“boom!”

“Boom!”

Tong Tian didn’t say any more, raised his hand and waved a majestic light, wrapped Qin Tian in a moment, and then bumped his head on the big clock.

The sound resounded through the valley, and the mountain shook in an instant, as if it was about to collapse.

The next moment, Qin Tian rose up into the sky, his hands were sealed, and a misty shadow appeared in the void, a golden-green halberd ran across the void, making a “buzzing” roar.

And along with that long halberd, a mysterious aura quietly emerged, and the essence of the entire valley was sucked into Qin Tian’s mouth for a moment, and his aura suddenly climbed several levels!

“Lingxi strike?” Tongtian glanced at him, stretched his right hand forward, and then slowly, a huge suction force pulled Qin Tian towards Tongtian in an instant.

In the face of absolute strength, any resistance is a joke.

At this moment, Tong Tian held his right hand slightly, and Qin Tian felt a deadly breath sweeping towards him.

I saw him wave the golden-green halberd in an instant, a rainbow of light ran across the void, bursting out incomparably blazing divine glory, thousands of rune laws surging, resisting the powerful suction of Tongtian.

But at this moment, Tong Tian suddenly squeezed his right hand, and the aura in the void exploded next to Qin Tian, ​​and the fairy light burst out like rain, covering the entire clock.

“Boom!”

The halberd shattered and turned into nothingness. Qin Tian’s body seemed to have been hit by tens of thousands of crits. His hands and feet were broken, his chest burst, and the sky was stained with blood.

“You…” Qin Tian’s face was full of horror. He had already used the artifact of Bu Laoshan just now, but he couldn’t stop Tong Tian from grabbing it casually!

How terrifying is his handshake?

Even though Qin Tian is already crushed to pieces at this moment, as long as his Divine Sense is still there, he can reorganize his body. After all, he is an immortal supreme!

However, Tongtian did not give him a chance, raising his hand to wave a source of power, and instantly wiped out his Divine Sense.

There was a miserable cry from the valley.

“what happened!”

“What happened to the ancestor!”

The disciples of Bulaoshan outside were shocked. This was the first time they heard a voice from the Valley of Gods. This was simply impossible in the past!

In the Valley of the Gods, Tongtian completely wiped out Qin Tian and then before the big clock, he gently raised his hand, and the big clock of unknown weight was overturned to the ground by him.