"Little Terran, don''t be arrogant ~!"


    In this world of heaven and wisdom, within the same level, the strength of Terrans is always the weakest.


    The visitor is a man with golden hair. He has very strong muscles, one by one, which always gives people a feeling that the sky can be broken.


    That kind of feeling, how to say, is that kind of, I hate the day without a handle, the earth has no handle, otherwise, the world I turn around.


    "It''s him!"


    It seems that this guy, however, has some fame. Just after his appearance, he caused a burst of exclamations.


    You know, in this space, there is not a simple guy. The weakest one is the one who can do great magic power. Their existence, usually, is superior to others. In any power, they are all big men. They can''t see each other easily.


    However, it is such a group that some people even exclaim, which shows the problem. At least, this golden hair is very famous.


    "I don''t know. What''s your name?"


    Such a guy, good, ten thousand devil blood, maybe, is about to get it. See you send me the devil blood, then, reluctantly know your name.


    Wang Yang thought this way in his heart and on his face. He felt very, very reluctantly, as if knowing his name was an honor to him.


    "You..."


    Jinmao comes from a very powerful ethnic group. Their blood is very strong. In ordinary times, they are called invincible and extremely terrible. Even in the world of the heavens, they are also famous. Even their ancestors, who created the world, were strong for a time.


    It can be said that his group, walking in the world, often represents an invincible, all kinds of terrible supernatural powers, the name of the heaven.


    "Kill!"


    A violent drink, the whole body murderous gas, all release, the prestige incomparable.


    As for, working with people?


    It is an insult to our own ethnic group. In the world of heaven, others have always been fighting against themselves. When would anyone dare to let themselves join hands with others?


    It''s a kind of great magic power engraved with blood. It''s extremely terrible. A roar can make ghosts retreat and open the gate of hell. It has the terrible power to send people into reincarnation.


    The roar of the lion:


    the terrible sound wave, combined with the extremely strong murderous spirit, opened a bloody door between heaven and earth, and endless fierce ghosts poured out from the door and attacked Wang Yang.


    A burst of drink, the world has already changed color, clearly is the time of dawn, however, in an instant, has become night.


    "Night trip of ghosts?"


    This golden hair, as expected, is extremely strong. No wonder he still dares to fight with himself alone under the prestige of defeating the sword king.


    Such terrible strength is really amazing.


    Even though the ghosts have not yet arrived, the frightful cold has already covered themselves with frost.


    "Ziqi penetrates the sun!"


    In the night, even in the faint, you can see the ghost King appear, such a terrible strength, Wang Yang also dare not be careless.


    In the arena, carelessness means death.


    In the dark night, endless purple appears from nothingness. A round of purple sun rises from that day. The endless purple seems to have found its way back and rushes towards the purple sun one after another.


    This moment, as if in endless darkness, ushered in the rising sun again.


    The difference is that in this endless darkness, there is a door of hell is opening, and more than a hundred ghosts and gods come out of the opened door of hell to engulf Wang Yang.


    However, the purple sun rises, the darkness is broken, the power of ghosts and gods, like the ice flowers in the ice and snow, is illuminated by the sun, all turned into water.


    Roar


    Faintly, I heard the ghost whistling, which came from the gate of hell, just like the howl of death. Even though the arena was weakened heavily, there were still 100 people in the space. They were shocked by the terrible howl, shattered the Dharma, and wiped out everything.


    However, it seems that there is a very magical power in this space. It is shaken by the howling sound, shattering the Dharma form, and erasing everything. In a flash, it is restored as one, as if it had never happened before.


    "This..."


    Jinmao glared at him. In the past, he was called invincible. He ran all over the sky. Under a roar, he always destroyed everything. He never heard of it. Who could break it.


    "No way. Just now, it was the legendary gate of hell. It belonged to a higher level than us. How could it be broken so easily?"


    According to the legend, people will fall into hell after death, reincarnation, one of the seventy-two cave heaven, in the legend, is a ghost God who broke out of hell to open up, all for the purpose of restoring strength and returning to hell.However, what''s going on now? Why is the gate of hell broken so easily?


    "There are very few impossible things in this world.


    In the eyes of ordinary people, it is impossible to fly in the sky with flesh. Therefore, some people think of the help of power, so, there is a kind of machinery - aircraft.


    In the eyes of martial arts, it is also impossible to create a new world, because all of them come from heaven and earth. However, heaven and earth are not just them.


    It is impossible to think about such a force. However, in fact, we are on such an impossible road.


    The gate of hell, perhaps a unique skill of your group, has brought you great honor and won you an invincible reputation. However, since it already exists, it will naturally be destroyed. "


    The gate of hell is indeed extremely terrible. However, to say that it is really impossible to break it. At least, Wang Yang absolutely does not believe it.


    "Well, in that case, try this again!"


    The roar of the lion was broken, but, to say, Jinmao is just such a move, no one can believe it.


    Sure enough, a golden lion appeared between heaven and earth, with a glance in the middle of his brow, which opened in vain.


    It turned out to be the third eye.


    The God of war in heaven has a third eye, which can break everything and destroy everything between heaven and earth. It has an incredible power.


    By contrast, however, the third eye is more magical.


    At a glance, everything between heaven and earth is gray.


    Once the honor, often represents, is the supreme divine power.


    Now it is again manifested between heaven and earth, as if to let this invincible prestige be remembered by heaven and earth again.