Inventory of the supreme world, the multi-box shocked the heavens

"The once-ancient grand event of ten thousand races is about to open, and the seven ancient kings and ancestors are present, and this grand event is full of brilliance."

For this seven ancient kings who came in vain, someone in the crowd spoke, showing a hint of flattery.

"Please take a seat quickly, seniors."

The emperor of the Supreme God Dynasty said that although the other party was an enemy and the camps were opposed, he still could not show respect because of the majesty of the other party.

Because if you slack, it will cause great disaster for the Terrans.

If the strong walk on thin ice, this is the sorrow of the weak.

However, the seven ancient kings stood there like that, motionless, indifferent, and their faces were indifferent.

"Respected Taikoo Wangzu, your arrival adds color to the grand event, please move to the banquet."

Then, several more Terran powers spoke, their postures very low.

However, it was still ignored, and many ancient kings stood there like stone statues, as if they had not seen or heard anything, and regarded all those who fawned or complimented them as air.

The Terran powerhouses who stepped forward to talk, their original saluting movements suddenly froze.

This is not an insult, but pure blindness, disregard.

Indifferent.

It's like they're not qualified to respond at all.

Suddenly, many Terran powerhouse masters also shuddered, and the gap between the two sides was simply a world apart.

The seven ancient kings who came did not cast a glance at anyone, their eyes were extremely cold and indifferent, as if they were in front of a statue of dung, the least valuable thing.

And who are they qualified to be taken care of?

This is not a contempt, but a gap between heaven and earth, the divine dragon holds its head high in the sky, how can it look at the ants and insects under its feet?

This high-handed, untouchable posture makes people feel even more cold.

The dragon and the bug have no communication.

This is the idea that many Terran masters and powerhouses have come up with, and they and each other are completely two worlds.

One looks down and sees nothing, and the other looks up and doesn't see the peak.

Even anger is too sad.

"Is this the Taikoo royal family? It's too much to see! "

"Ignoring is the greatest contempt!"

"These primeval royal families don't put the Terrans in their eyes at all!"

"Hehe, even if there is no one in sight, what can you do with them, that is a saint! Seven saints! "

"The gap between the two sides is too big!"

"Not bad, weak, is the original sin!"

......

The heavens and the people talked about it.

There are sympathy for the human cultivators who snap their fingers to cover the world, there are also anger, and there is even more indifference.

The law of the jungle preys on the strong, and the strong are respected.

It's the same everywhere.

Strength is always the greatest capital.

Sometimes, it is also a mistake to be too weak.

"You guys are such a big frame, seven saints are here at the same time, if they are here to participate in the Congress of Ten Thousand Races, what are you still standing there for?"

In the Terran camp, a Xuan turtle spoke, undisguised unhappy.

If there is a supreme vast qi machine on his body that can suppress heaven and earth, it shows that he is also a saint-level existence.

I am afraid that only the same saint level dares to say such words to these people.

"The General Assembly? What kind of conference is this? Can any of your Terrans be our equals? Who is qualified to talk to our races? "

Until this moment, a king ancestor spoke, his words were extremely cold, this time showed his true thoughts, looking at the entire human race, no one could be put in his eyes.

"Hehe, weak is grass, strong is respected, but it is a cruel rule of survival."

Xuan turtle skin laughs and does not smile.

"You Terrans, can you find someone who can stand shoulder to shoulder with us?"

At this time, another Wang Zu said indifferently, while the other Wang Zu was still like a sculpture.

Still indifferent, still cold.

They looked at all the races in the field as if they were just a group of dung and reptiles in front of them, and it was impossible to face them squarely.

None of them felt angry, only great sorrow.

That's the gap.

If their Terrans also had so many saints, they would not be in this situation.

The seven ancient kings did not deliberately show off the strength of the ten thousand races, but just standing there, it showed how powerful and terrifying the ten thousand races were in the side.

“......"

As soon as the words came out.

All the Terran cultivators were silent.

In the face of the powerful Taikoo royal clan, their Terran race was too weak.

There is almost no voice.

"Hmph, then don't you even regard the main seat as ants?"

The Xuan Tortoise snorted coldly and said.

A monstrous and vast mighty force burst out from him in vain, sweeping the heavens and the earth, shaking the six domains and eight wastes!

Xuangui blatantly struck, thunder strike, up is the strongest god collided, directly knocking an ancient king back more than a dozen steps.

"You are very strong, but how many people can you fight?"

One by one, the ancient kings struck, and finally five against one.

Five saints against one saint.

The results can be imagined.

Bang!

The Xuangui was hit dozens of times in a row, and the blood sprayed out and flew out, directly being hit hard.

If it weren't for its amazing defense, it would have been extinguished.

Xuangui lost, constantly vomiting blood, he quickly got up from the ground, his eyes were fierce, his fighting spirit was unyielding, and he continued to kill.

Rumble!!

Another violent collision, this time he was hit hundreds of times in a row, defeated and retreated, and dense cracks appeared on the black tortoise shell.

Bang!

This time, Xuangui was defeated again, and he barely stood up with the help of others.

The Seven Ancient Kings sneered: "Hehe, such a large group, but it needs a turtle to maintain the remaining dignity, are you still far from extinction?" "

As soon as these words fell, the faces of all the cultivators present changed greatly, this was ruthlessly revealing the scars, without mercy, without a trace of politeness, even the best temperament, wanted to roar.

Vent as much as you like.

Feeling resentful and powerless.

Ultimately.

The Terrans are holy!

This is an unconcealable fact, there is no saint of equal status sitting in the town, and he is not even qualified to sit and talk to him.

Endless sadness and unwillingness sprang up in the hearts of all Terrans, and they felt despair.

How I wish that at this time, a Terran Saint could descend from the sky.

"I kind of understand, this is bullying the Terran without a saint! Damn it! The Taikoo Wanclan is simply deceptive! "

"Hey, no way, if you fall behind, you will be beaten!"

"Yes, if the Terrans had a powerful saint sitting in the town, they would not be so passive!"

"Is this Terran cultivator who flicks his fingers to cover the sky really not have a saint?"

......

Everyone in the heavens was hotly discussed, and they all had feelings.

In fact, most of the Terrans in the heavens and realms were not born strong, and they all had weak times.

At this time, seeing the Terran cultivators of the Sky Covering World being bullied, they had their own resonance.

Although it is not the same world, how can it not be sad and indignant to see the same people being bullied?

This moment.

Everyone in the heavens and realms seemed to be standing with the Terran cultivators of the Heaven-Shading World, connecting their bodies and hearts.

Only hate their lack of strength.

Can't rush in and solve problems for the same people!

Swish!

In the Flood Barren World, a cold color flashed under Nuwa's eyes.

Dare to deceive the Terrans?

If she was present, she would definitely shoot a large piece of the Taikoo Ancestor King to sacrifice to the heavens first!

"There is no saint in the Terran race, and there is nothing to rely on."

In the picture, a Taigu Ancestor King spit out another cold word.

Hearing this, not only the Terran cultivators of the Heaven-Shading World, but even the Terrans of the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms had a strong impulse!

I want to rush up!

Even if the end is shattered, you must fight for your life to save the dignity of the Terrans!

However, when they thought about it carefully, this impulse was instantly like being poured with cold water, instantly calmed down, and felt sorry for themselves.

Feel a deep sense of powerlessness, and the mind is more than enough.

The difference is too far, not an order of magnitude.

Saint.

The weight of this word is too heavy, and it is too terrifying.

Just a random saint on the other side can slaughter all of them.

"Is the only thing that the Terrans can rely on is this turtle? Do you want to rely on this turtle to protect the few remaining faces of the Terrans? "

At this time, among the many ancient kings, one sneered.

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