At this time, accompanied by bursts of thunder and lightning, the will of heaven descended on Liaocheng and descended on Lang's mansion.

A supreme will swept over everyone forcefully.

At this moment, all the monks felt that they were so humble and insignificant. They could only worship and face this will with faith.

Still under the extreme oppression of that familiar force, Wu Sanguan felt that his mind seemed to be a little distracted. Fortunately, this will only stayed on him for a finger, and then entered the forbidden area of ​​​​Lang Mansion.

Mo Yi looked at the spiritually fragrant divine wine in front of him, and just as he took a breath of relief, his heart suddenly palpitated inexplicably.[

Then, a familiar feeling came, and it became the will of heaven that became an old acquaintance's, domineeringly intruding into Mo Yi's soul.

It stabbed his consciousness so hard that Mo Yi almost died from the pain.

Then this will, sighing with some emotion, returned to the sky.

Mo Yi's head hurt as if it was being stabbed continuously by thousands of fine needles. The pain was so painful that he wanted to smash his head into pieces.

Isn’t it just a matter of brewing some divine wine?

As for starting such a big battle every time?

This time he was so violent and unfriendly, and Mo Yi kept complaining in his heart.

He really felt that Tiandao was really idle and had nothing to do, just doing some fussy things. Isn't it fun to be surprised?

While Mo Yi was scolding in pain, our Mr. Wu actually soared into the sky above Liaocheng.

At this moment, thunderbolts flashed across the sky, illuminating the dim sky in Liaocheng.

And a huge thunder exploded in the clouds at the same time. Any monk who came to this scene would have to hide and give way.

But Mr. Wu suddenly lost his nerve and rushed into the most dangerous high altitude.

Seriously, there was a loud bang in the sky, and the number one idiot in the sky made his debut.

Mr. Wu was not wearing a golden battle armor, and naturally there were no colorful auspicious clouds under his feet. However, when he exuded the aura of the old monster without reservation, the whole world was filled with a faint aroma of wine.

Although his divine power is not as supreme as the will of heaven, it is still something that people dare to confront head-on.

At this moment, he is not the God of War, but has become the god that everyone in Liaocheng looks up to.

What is it if it's not neurosis?

The calamity is about to fall. Even a fool understands that when encountering a calamity, the higher you fly, the stronger the calamity you will have to endure.

No matter how proud a person is, he will always be insignificant in the face of heavenly calamity.[

So what if you are an old monster?

Could it be that there are fewer old monsters who have died in the catastrophe?

Everyone's contempt did not affect Wu Sanguan.

It was the first time in his life that this unattractive old man performed in such an impressive manner.

The title of the most popular man in history cannot be ignored.

History books for thousands of years to come will record the unparalleled heroism of Wu Sanguan and Uncle Wu today.

At this moment, the will of heaven has been withdrawn. Behind the gathering dark clouds, although there are still lightning and thunder, the momentum is no longer as murderous as before.

Of course, only Uncle Wu, who was at the highest point in Liaocheng, felt this.

Therefore, he concentrated his energy and made a sword finger with the index finger and middle finger of his right hand.

The spiritual energy in the abdominal cavity is flowing rapidly, and the energy sinks into the Dantian, ready to go out.

At this moment, everyone was looking up at this old demon-level powerhouse who usually saw the dragon but never saw its tail. His right hand made a two. If his head made a two, could his fingers also make a two?

At this time, if you are not ready to take out your weapons to face the catastrophe, do you really not want to live?

They couldn't understand Wu Sanguan's actions, couldn't they understand that the thinking of experts was really so weird?

But, next, they heard and saw a scene they would never forget.

This scene was still etched in their minds until they died.

Wu Sanguan raised the sword finger of his right hand high, pointing directly at the dark clouds and thunder and lightning above the sky.

His roar was like thunder, and the sound shook the sky: "Disperse."

This sound, just one word, continues to echo in this world and becomes the only sound in this world.

The sound of the roaring wind cannot be heard, the sound of rolling thunder cannot be heard, but the only thing that shakes people's hearts is this word "San".

In addition, the sword pointed directly at the sky, showing full provocation and arrogance.

He is so arrogant and arrogant. Throughout the ages, he is not the first in terms of courage, but if he can survive, he will be the only one.

The monks who have always dared to despise and provoke heavenly calamity all died ugly deaths.[

However, when Wu Sanguan made this domineering and arrogant sound, the scattered words that echoed around the world were transmitted into the tribulation clouds in the sky. The lightning behind the tribulation clouds began to emit blazing light, and the thunder seemed to be angered, and it was dying.

roar.

A violent divine power that seemed to destroy the world and destroy everything descended from the calamity cloud. Whether it was Wu Sanguan or the millions of monks in Liaocheng, they all seemed to have seen the end of the world, with all living beings destroyed.

The power of this heavenly catastrophe is astonishingly the power of a world-destroying thunder catastrophe. It is a terrifying thunder catastrophe that destroys all obstacles and makes it difficult for even one person to survive despite the catastrophe of ten thousand people.

Wu Sanguan's face turned a little pale, and his heart was pounding.

According to experience, the clouds of calamity that filled the sky at this moment should have quickly dispersed under his heroic roar.

And this makes it even more terrifying?

Are you too cool?

Wu Sanguan felt like crying, secretly hating that he seemed to be playing too big a game.

At this time, the calamity clouds in the sky gathered into a weathered face, and the face's eyes were facing Wu Sanguan, which instantly made Mr. Wu sweat profusely.

His face is looming, and people can see his sigh.

The lightning had torn through the calamity clouds, and thousands of silver lights flashed over Liaocheng, like a sword that cut the heavens.

The sparks of the calamity thunder have already revealed their ferocious appearance on the edge of the calamity cloud.

The world-destroying thunder catastrophe that is enough to destroy the entire Liaocheng is about to take shape.

In Liaocheng, rabbits were flying and birds were flying. Several monks used the fastest speed in their lives and headed away from Liaocheng desperately.

If you don't leave, if the calamity thunder falls, you may die or die.

The only one who remained calm and composed was Mr. Wu, who was secretly cursed and hated by everyone.

It wasn't that he didn't want to run, it was just that Tiandao's look made him completely dumbfounded.

He was flying high in the sky. If he wanted to escape, he would not be able to match the speed of the calamity thunder. Maybe if he moved, the calamity thunder would fall immediately and split him into a roasted suckling pig.

However, I had no choice but to carry it to death.

Since you have to carry it to death, you can't lose your life and lose face no matter what.

So Mr. Wu is still so arrogant and arrogant.

The sword finger of his right hand was still raised high to challenge Jie Yun.

He still looks so cool and arrogant.

So, his mind was scared, but his body succeeded.

Therefore, he became the most popular man in the history of Beiyu and Haoran Realm throughout the ages.

When the world-destroying thunderstorm was brewing at its peak, Mr. Wu was not afraid at all, and even took the initiative to soar to a higher level, appearing to be so confident and so fearful.

Then, the calamity cloud suddenly dispersed.

The face of Heaven has disappeared without realizing it. The dark and dull clouds of calamity that filled the sky were blown by a gust of wind and turned into several clouds.

Between heaven and earth, the sky is clear and clear.

In the history of history, there has never been a catastrophe that has been dispersed, let alone a catastrophic thunder that is meant to destroy everything. If it doesn't destroy every living thing, it will destroy the world.

But people rubbed their eyes, and then they rubbed their eyes again.

The sky is clear, the air is fresh, the sun is shining, and it's a prosperous scene.

The black clouds of calamity, the thunder, and the lightning were real and real, and they were all gone.

Some, only in the high air, they look so powerful, and the proud and impressive figure of Uncle Wu looks so majestic.

Many monks looked at Uncle Wu, as if they were seeing a god. The previous slanders and hatred were all gone. Instead, they were worshiped, completely worshiped.

How powerful a person must be, and how powerful he possesses, to bravely challenge the world-destroying tribulation thunder, and let the tribulation thunder disperse without a fight.

If this is not a myth, what is a myth?

When Wu San watched Uncle Wu fly gracefully from the sky back to Lang's Mansion, he instantly felt an unusual change.

No matter who he is, the look in his eyes is unabashed admiration, and that kind of passion makes people tremble with fear.

Monks respect strength and the strong the most. Those who are the strongest are often mythical and worshiped.

But now, a living myth appears in front of everyone's eyes.
To be continued...