Among the two people who stepped out from the heaven and earth passage, the first person was a bald man in a white robe smiling and laughing. The bald man was barefoot, and the whole person was bathed in the sun. The gentle feeling of the breeze.

The other was a woman in blood-skinned clothes. The woman in blood-skinned clothes looked ordinary, but her temperament was cold and dazzling. She stood there, faintly, as if she wanted to worship her.

Seeing the two men, Jian Wushuang's pupils shrank sharply.

These two people, he has seen!

It was within the huge skull that ancient picture he saw.

In the ancient pictures, the head of the skull, that is, the vigorous man who fought against all beings, was forced into despair, and hundreds of thousands of gods stood in front of him.

There are three headed by the billions of deities, including the white-headed bald man and the blood-skinned woman.

The two men, as well as the other worldly demon who stomped on the blood-colored dragon, led many gods and pierced a spear through the heart of the vigorous man.

And the identity of these two people is undoubtedly the two masters of the Holy Land! !!

"Oh, Xingluo, you really take your baby disciple seriously. Not only did you invite me and you to open the channel of heaven and earth together, but now it costs so much to make my two consciousness come down?" The man laughed.

"Is this your baby disciple? With gray hair and grey eyes, alas, the same constitution as you." The **** woman said casually.

The two of them spoke incredibly casually, but their voices were magnificent. They not only sounded in the area covered by the black mist, but also passed out of the black mist to the entire void.

The beautiful woman who was fighting fiercely with Emperor Thirteen narrowed her eyes, and said lowly, "Do n’t you nonsense, quickly save my disciples."

"Little thing." The bald man in white robe smiled.

"Leave it to us." The **** woman also admits.

As the Lord of the Highest Holy Land, they naturally have absolute confidence in their own strength.

Immediately afterwards, the eyes of the bald man in white robe and the woman in blood clothing all looked at the cold cold snow and sword Wushuang ahead.

Leng Ruxue had just escaped into the area covered by the black mist, and was trying to approach the heaven and earth passageway, while Jian Wushuang followed her, approaching quickly.

The speed of being as cold as snow was not slower than that of Jian Wushuang, and even her figure was so strange that Jian Wushuang wanted to catch up with her.

But three times in a row to cast the golden cricket, Leng Ruxue has been severely hit. Now she has lost her combat power and the escape rate has naturally decreased sharply. This will be continuously approached by Jian Wushuang.

But cold as snow has seen hope.

Because she saw the two men who appeared in front of the Heaven and Earth Passage, they were undoubtedly the helpers invited by her master.

"Stop it."

The bald man in the white robe smiled openly, his voice was dull, he didn't move at all, he never set off, and never shot.

Just opening his mouth to stop the sword unparalleled.

But the words in his mouth just came out, and Jian Wushuang felt an incredible force coming towards oppression.

This power has no substance, nor is it the suppression of breath or power. It is purely the oppression of one's will!

Pure will, but this will is shocking, and it cannot tolerate anyone to provoke or even disobey.

Under this will, Jian Wushuang even couldn't help but want to kneel down, and his heart flashed the thought of wanting to stop.

But he followed a fierce flash in his eyes.

"Why can't you stop me?"

The sword had no double-sided redness, his mouth screamed, and his body was only a slight meal, and then chased again as cold as snow.

"Huh?" The bald man in white robe showed surprise, "This little guy, he is so obsessed."

"It's one thing to be strong, but the key is that this world is too restrictive. Your will power will not work at all." The **** woman laughed.

"That's right." The bald man in a white robe smiled dumbly, but his eyes became colder. "I wait for the will and can't violate it. Since this little guy is stubborn, let's die."

As soon as the white robe bald man's voice fell, there was an instant sky full of white light.

This white light is extremely bright and warm. It illuminates the entire area covered by the black mist and shines on the human body, which also gives people an extremely comfortable feeling.

But when this white light shone on Jian Wushuang, Jian Wushuang's pupils shrank sharply.

Deep into his pupils, he clearly saw a white spear already in front of him, as if the next moment was to pierce his body completely.

"This might ..." Jian Wushuang felt a little horrified in his heart.

He can feel that the power contained in the white spear has far surpassed the chaos, and even reached the extreme in the chaos.

The same lord of the sacred realm, like Master Leng Ruxue, the beautiful woman who is fighting the Emperor XIII, the attack she has previously performed is far less terrible than this white spear.

Of course, this does not mean that the bald-headed man in white robes is stronger than the cold Master, but because the area covered by the black mist is less restrictive.

The area covered by this black mist is the junction between the chaotic world of ancient times and the kingdom of Taichu. The limit of heaven and earth is already the weakest. Now that the passage of heaven and earth is still open, the restriction of heaven and earth in this area has been weakened again, which also leads to In the area covered by the black mist, the masters of these two sacred places exerted stronger combat power.

Jian Wushuang can now be sure that the basic power of the two sacred realms must have reached the level of chaos, even stronger!

The power that Jian Wushuang can exert himself is also at the level of chaos, but now he feels that his power is far worse than that of a white-headed bald man.

The strength and power are far worse than the opponent, and the means of the Lord of the Sacred Land is far more than that of Jian Wushuang.

Like the white spear that hits him now ~ lightnovelpub.net ~, it makes Jian Wushuang instantly feel a great sense of crisis.

"I can't be stopped by the two masters of the holy realm, otherwise ..." Jian Wushuang looked at the cold snow that was still fleeing.

He is now very close to being cold as snow, and it takes only a momentary effort to catch up, and then the means of exertion will have hit hardly the cold as snow to suppress.

But once he was stopped by this white spear, and by this effort, the coldness of snow would be enough to go to the Lord of the two great holy realms, and then he would not have a slight chance.

Thinking of this, Jian Wushuang's eyes immediately became red.

Endless madness and decisiveness flooded his face.

The power of the stars in his body burst into an instant.

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Ps: Four more arrived today!

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