Chapter 1248 (1/2)
Terrible breath turbulence, Aurora filled all directions, shaking heaven and earth!
The hall is magnificent, with 18 dragon pillars on it. There are also auspicious colors blooming on it. Countless rays are shining everywhere.
As soon as the temple appeared, it gave up the void of thousands of miles, and in an instant it calmed down the aura storm.
”Step on the temple of heaven!”
Seeing this temple, the disciples of the Tiantai Sect immediately exclaimed.
Stepping on the heaven hall, the Zhenzong sacred utensil of the stepping heaven sect, is a holy product of the middle level war weapon, which is the biggest inside story of the stepping heaven sect!
Cast the ancient sage of stepping on the heaven sect and the sacred utensils left behind!
The town once killed at least five saints of great power, with the blood of great power, cast a great reputation!
At this moment, he was summoned by the sage stepping on heaven to suppress the enemy!
”You have cheated me by virtue of your profound cultivation. How can I tolerate others' humiliation?”
The hall of stepping on the sky is covered with halo, which is in line with the sage of stepping on the heaven. It has a tremendous power.
With the opening of the sage stepping on the sky, the void will be broken to pieces!
”Master the divine power, kill this man, and be famous for my teaching!”
At this moment, many disciples of the ”stepping on heaven” sect cried out.
The hatred in the eyes of all the disciples was not covered up at all. The big tube wooden feather clothes killed the sage of the sun stepping sect. This is a big hatred that can not be shared by one another.
Only by killing this man can we resolve the hatred in people's hearts!
No, we should not only kill this man, but also break up the imperial dynasty. Only in this way can we take revenge for the sage of the burning sun!
”Stepping on the temple of heaven?”
On the other hand, the wooden feather jacket is calm and calm.
His accomplishments can be compared with the seven great powers of the sage, which can be called the ancient Saint giant. The immortal tin stick in his hand is not weaker than this temple of stepping on heaven.
How can he be afraid of such a temple?
”Take the hall as a tool, and call it stepping on the sky?”