A sound, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, the clear sky thunder exploded in the sky above the seven major forces, in the astonished eyes of countless people, the luck of their forces, forty percent of them were about to break away.

“Presumptuous! Give solitary repression! ”

A roar came, whether it was the Eastern Prince Dijun and others, or the Lei Ze Old Ancestor and the Pan King Old Ancestor, one by one, they all wanted to suppress their own luck and prevent them from passing.

“Hmph!”

A cold snort came, the faces of countless strong people changed, their brains shook red, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, in front of Hongjun, who was at the peak of the Mixed Yuan Dao Lord, they were still too weak.

It seems that Hongjun is planning to extract the strong, although this will provoke the hatred of the major forces against Xuanmen, but at this time, Hongjun can’t manage so much.

He knew very well that once he broke through the Chaos Supreme, he didn’t care about these attitudes at all, because at that time, no one would be able to threaten him anymore.

Originally, without those two rumors, Hongjun Old Ancestor could unknowingly withdraw the qi luck of all the strong people by preaching for the third time and dividing the treasure to help him advance to the Chaos Supreme, but he didn’t expect that such a hidden plan would be known by anyone.

He really couldn’t imagine how anyone could know and destroy the method he realized in the creation of the jade butterfly to win the luck of all living beings for his own use~.

Hongjun’s heart is really very big, he even wants to extract the luck of those who come out of the forbidden area of life, but unfortunately, he is alerted by the ancestors of the major forces – he can no longer do it.

However, the luck of these Flood Desolation powerhouses was enough for him to advance to the Chaos Supreme.

Seeing that nearly half of the luck of their forces was about to be extracted and taken away, the lords of many forces were so uneasy and roaring, how angry they were, but helplessly, they were still too bad in front of Hongjun.

In the end, they could only watch Hongjun drain their luck without any choice.

All the big forces and the luck of the great powers are fused in the air, boundless, people are very envious, those old antiques who have been sleeping for hundreds of millions of years are secretly surprised when they see this, they can’t imagine that Hongjun’s calculation is so ruthless, which no one expected.

They themselves are also very hot-eyed, they know better than anyone that these lucks, let alone can directly cross the Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal to the Mixed Yuan Dao Lord level, it is no wonder that Hongjun risked offending the world and plundered.

Looking at the scattered weather luck gathered in everything, Hongjun smiled at the corner of his mouth, very proud, and accelerated the method of collecting qi luck.

However, will things be as simple as he thinks? The answer is no.

At this moment, a huge millstone appeared, exuding great terror, endless destructive aura vented from inside, exuding a thick killing aura, surging floods, and the Great Mill of Annihilation suddenly appeared, with a powerful lethal force, directly hitting the luck on the sky.

Rumble!

The luck that had been formed with great difficulty was hit by the Great Grind of Annihilation, and it was suddenly shattered.

Moreover, due to the influence of the law of destruction, the luck of the distribution of qi was destroyed and scattered in the flooded land.

Only 20% of the scattered luck returned to their own forces.

Although he lost two percent of his luck, it was always good, when the luck returned, the lords of those forces did not say a word and forcibly suppressed it, this time, after being careful, he would not let the luck pass again.

“Qingtian!”

A thunderous voice resounded in the heavens, making people tremble, and the malice and resentment exuding in that tone broke through the sky, and almost no one could not feel it.

It can be seen that Hongjun completely hates Qingtian this time, he did not expect that it was really Qingtian who was calculating him and not letting him preach the Chaos Supreme, how could he tolerate it.

Countless people looked at the sky, purple qi came east, slowly billions of miles, that millstone kept rotating in the air, exuding a terrifying and boundless aura, which was terrifying.

A huge and incomparably large hand appeared, with the power of covering the heavens in his hand, and a momentum of holding the heavens emanated in his hand, grabbing towards the Great Mill of Annihilation, as if he wanted to take it away, Hongjun Old Ancestor this time, really did not hold back his anger.

When those quasi-saint-level supreme powerhouses saw the supreme people in the sky fighting, their hearts trembled, a violent trembling, and their hearts secretly exclaimed, is this the strength of the supreme people above the Mixed Yuan Realm?

The big hand with the sharp eyes was about to take away the Great Mill of Annihilation, and in Qingyunxian Island, a cold snort came out, and then, directly above the Great Mill of Annihilation.

0··· Ask for flowers…

A shadow-like cyan finger appeared, although this finger was not as big as the big hand that covered the sky, but the momentum exuded endless power, making people dare not look directly.

The cyan finger with the power to destroy everything, directly pointed at the big hand that covered the sky, and instantly penetrated the big hand that covered the sky, and the aura of destruction in the sky emerged, instantly eroding the big hand, and a tentative exchange disappeared.

This is not the end, after destroying this boundless luck, the Great Mill of Annihilation directly turned into a black dot and disappeared into the sky.

The next moment, outside the Zixiao Palace, a powerful aura of destruction appeared, the black dot quickly became larger, and the law of destruction was derived to an extreme.

The Great Mill of Annihilation came towards the Zixiao Palace with a momentum that was enough to destroy everything.

………………

“Presumptuous!” Hongjun’s roaring voice came, causing the entire Hong Huang to secretly exclaim, and at the same time marvel at the strength of the Qingtian Great Venerable.

Say fight and fight, don’t care if Zixiao Palace is Hongjun’s dojo, don’t care about Hongjun’s face at all, at the same time, those innate gods who were pitted by Hongjun are all dark in their hearts.

Even Sanqinghao, Tianyaochi and the others who had been practicing beside Hongjun for hundreds of millions of years felt a burst of comfort at this time.

Ignoring the Great Mill of Annihilation, he didn’t care about Hongjun’s roar, and directly hit the Zixiao Palace with a trace of the mighty momentum of destroying everything.

While!

With a soft sound, the Zixiao Palace faltered, swayed, and even had a sense of danger.

In the Zixiao Palace, Hongjun spurted out a mouthful of blood, stared at the Great Mo with an angry face, and gritted his teeth in his mouth and said: “Half!” Step! Reach! Respect! ”

Then, Hongjun glanced at the Great Mill of Extinction with resentment, no more nonsense, and the whole person put away the Zixiao Palace, turning into a stream of light and disappearing into the depths of chaos.

Countless people were surprised, they could not imagine that the Dao Ancestor, who was once famous in the flood waste, did not choose to go head-to-head with Qingtian, and chose to avoid the edge for the time being, at this moment, they could be regarded as completely knowing one thing.

What did the four words ‘Qingtian Great Venerable’ mean in the hearts of the ancient supreme.

As strong as Hongjun Dao Ancestor, he did not dare to provoke Qingtian Dazun, and this deterrent power and strength were unmatched.

The first statue of eternity, really should not be underestimated! _

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