"This is the Temple of Stepping Heaven!"
"Tatian faction suppresses the Quartet, without fear of everything!"
"The strongest heritage left by the Old Sage of Tatian in the Tatian Sect!"
In Tatian City, countless people raised their eyes and looked at the Tatian Temple on the sky in amazent.
The quaint palace is made of lapis lazuli and jade, the halo is flowing, and the spirit of heaven and earth in the void is swallowed and blessed.
"Sir, it's too late to retreat now!"
The sage of Tatian holds a Confucian pen and steps on the temple above his head. He is powerful and terrifying, and his talent is haunting, like a literary **** descending to the world.
"Humph!"
Hearing the words of Saint Tatian, Datongmu Yuyi just snorted coldly.
His eyes were indifferent and indifferent, as if the vast sky and the sky, overlooking all living beings, what is the difference between the saint who walks in the sky and the ants in his eyes?
Then, with a lightly raised hand, the crystal clear hand appeared again.
This ti, the crystal clear big hand moved slightly, grabbed the Tatian Temple, and held it in the palm of his hand, just like the previous Saint Lieyang!
With one hand breaking through the air, you can capture the holy weapon!
"not good!"
The face of Tatian saint changed, and he quickly urged Tatian Temple.
"Boom!"
The Temple of Treading Heaven uttered a thunderous roar, linking the heavens and the earth, blooming terrible divine light, and the horrible power waved and shook the universe, seeming to destroy the world.
However, no matter how shake the Treading Heaven Palace was, it couldn't break free of the crystal clear hands.
The horrible fluctuations fell on the crystal clear hands, and they were swallowed silently and disappeared!
On the big crystal hand, there are strands of dark lines spreading, like a spider web, entwining the Temple of Heaven!
"how is this possible!"
Sage Tatian was shocked.
The Temple of Tatian was originally left by the ancient sage of Tatian, forged by the ancient sage himself.
Now, the sage of Tatian is urged by the sage's triple cultivation base, which is enough to match the sage's four or five tiers of warriors, yet he is not the opponent of Datongmu Yuyi?
"Perhaps, he is not a saint's four-tier martial artist, but a saint's fifth-tier, or sixth-tier, or even higher martial artist?"
Such a thought ca to the mind of Saint Tatian.
Before he could even think about it, the breath of stepping on the temple in mid-air had already faded.
"Don't want to seize my teaching sacred artifact!"
The Sage Tatian roared, waved his Confucian scholar pen, and pointed it at Datongmu Yuyi.
The Book of Songs, ancient books, and scholars appeared behind him, with a great upright spirit lingering on him, like a great scholar who dared to scold the sky!
The Lengyue Saint was silent, dressed in Yuehua robes, like the goddess of the Moon Palace, rushing to the moon, hitting a flying fairy.
"Om!"
In response to this, Datongmu Yuyi waved his hand, flashing a stream of light.
"Crack!"
Imdiately, under everyone's shocked gaze, the two saints stiffened and stood in the void, their eyes full of horror.
That Confucianist pen and Yuehua robe broke apart every inch and turned into sky fragnts!
Two pieces of holy artifacts, which used countless precious refining materials, were tempered and claid to be unbreakable, just like that!
Many warriors have not awakened from the shock of the shattering of the scholar's pen, and a tragic voice fell from the sky.
"Unexpectedly, after the ancient tis, there will be people like yours, I..."
The words stopped abruptly before they were finished.
Everyone hurriedly looked at them, and saw that the two saints, Saint Tatian and Saint Lengyue, smiled bitterly and looked unwillingly at their chests.
In their chests, a huge hole shattered!
The two Saints of Tatian have already lost!
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