Chapter 687: You are finished
Sometimes it is really difficult to tell clearly. After possessing a powerful figure who is almost completely aloof from ordinary monks, is the most important thing in a force is a true god, or is it a large number of constituents? This overwhelming majority of monks.
In a thriving, constantly developing and perfect state of power, as the supreme leader, the true God of Emperor often has supreme authority and power. In most cases, the True God of Emperor himself will naturally become this force. Of course. When everyone thinks of this kind of power, the first thing that comes to mind is such a true **** of transformation. For example, when it comes to Fuyun Division, they think of Tianlan Zhenjun; for example, when referring to Tianlutang, it is the iron kettle true king; Dazaiyuan, of course, will also think of Guangbo Zhenjun, which has almost become an unwritten rule.
And most of the time, because of the powerful influence of Huazhen Zhenjun, their personal temperament and characteristics will also affect their power image. For example, Fuyun Division and Tianlan Zhenjun are belligerent, powerful, sloppy and even The temperament of all eyes fits perfectly.
The men and horses of Tianlutang are often stiff and tough, much like the iron pot Zhenjun. As for Dazaiyuan, everyone seems to prefer money.
Therefore, many times, the true God of the true God is really one with the forces on his side. In the eyes of most people, the most important thing is of course the true God of the King, including the true God of the King himself. Think so.
Everything can be sacrificed. As long as I am alive, forces, men, men, or whatever, it is not possible to rebuild again, at least it is a little more troublesome.
I don't know if this is the natural thought of the superiors. Like gods, they look down at the world, treat mortals like ants, indifferent, and most probably don't care about the lives of their opponents. Just to give an example, if 70% of the lives of his men can be consumed to replace Tianlan Zhenjun's life, Iron Pot Zhenjun, Guangbo Zhenjun, including Gu Yuezhen, will probably not hesitate at all.
Although these things are cruel and ruthless, they have been common in the long history of human beings. Most mortals do not understand them, but there are always some people who love reading.
These people sometimes don't want to die, they want to change their destiny, and then they cause trouble from time to time. A long time ago, a highly respected Emperor Zhenjun once nicknamed such troublesome people very well, saying that they were "restless ants."
Although restless, they are ants.
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When Lu Chen felt the three breaths coming from outside the house, he suddenly felt like he was an ant.
Although there is no difference when looking out of the wall, the intangible breath is rolling like waves, although there is no major earthquake tremor, but it seems like a giant stepping on the river, surging like mountains.
Such a huge and unmatched breath of power, he did not have not seen it, a long time ago, there was a similar breath of breath in the true King of Tianlan, like a mountain like a mountain, like a **** like a demon, and the dead head The breath is even stronger than the three forces outside.
Of course, now the first three are coming together, and the momentum has steadily overtaken Tianlan Zhenjun.
Who is the person outside the wall, Lu Chen hardly need to guess anymore, sometimes his strength is the best proof, he can't fake. However, in his heart, countless doubts and puzzlements also surfaced. Why did the three outside people come to this underground cave together? They actually abandoned the carefully prepared layout on Tianlong Mountain and jumped out of the mystery directly. Straightening Huanglong, it seemed extremely fierce to grasp the core pain of the faction of Fuyun Division.
Lu Chen has no doubt that he and the dead bald came here under the most secret circumstances. The news will never be leaked. Otherwise, if Tianlan Zhenjun cannot do this, he will not be able to achieve it. Such a foundation today. He turned to look at Tianlan Zhenjun beside him, only to see that his face was dead and his face was normal, and there seemed no surprise at all.
He just looked up slightly, staring at a high wall in front of him, a flash of interest flashing with interest, as if waiting, or expecting something.
What is he waiting for? Alone, or something going to happen?
Lu Chen felt a bit nervous in his heart, he felt a bit of dryness in his throat, his mind was turning madly, and then he suddenly thought of something, and felt that he seemed to grab a certain point at that moment, as if there was something Things are ignored by themselves.
That dragon!
Black Dragon!
After he went to the forbidden ground of the Kunlun Mountains in the heavens and the sky, he quietly took it to Xiancheng with the Kunlun Seal, only met once, and then disappeared. The black dragon disappeared.
Where did the black dragon go?
Tianlan Zhenjun stood up slowly, he took a step forward, and one of his feet just stepped on the slate in front of him, impartial, and stepped on that Kunlun Seal under his foot.
The golden light suddenly disappeared and was completely covered up. The atmosphere in this yard was quite quiet, but soon, another emerging, powerful, unruly atmosphere soared like a mountain, and even full overflowed this. The yard is aggressive.
That is the momentum of Tianlan Zhenjun himself.
"You old friends, I haven't seen you for a long time." He laughed aloud, his figure was like Yuan Yuan Yue Yue, He Ren, laughed, "Why not come in and meet?"
His voice echoed as far as the waves, echoing in this huge underground cave, it seemed that there would be a ripple in the air.
And the three powerful breaths outside the wall did not respond vocally Just after a while, in the front direction of this house, the one after Tianlan Zhenjun and Lu Chen came in, Lu Chen again Carefully and carefully turned back to close the door, suddenly a "squeak" sound, was pushed open.
Then someone came in.
Hefa Tongyan, that's the iron pot Zhenjun.
He walked slowly and calmly. The house had quite a curving corridor in the garden, which was quite interesting, but Tiehu Zhenjun didn't mean to detour the road at all. He just looked at Tian Lan Zhenjun, stared at him, and walked all the way straight.
No detours, no slight turns.
In front of him, any stones, corridors, flowers, trees that blocked the road, when they were a long distance away from the old man, were suddenly pulled away by an invisible force, crushed, and crushed. The tree took off from the wall uprooted, the boulder rolled to a distance, the corridor collapsed and collapsed, and a road was staggered.
He walked outside the small pavilion with such awe and magnificence, then looked at Tianlan Zhenjun and said, "You're finished, Tianlan."