This silver mask is as thin as cicada’s wings, covering most of the face without affecting breathing at all, revealing a pair of deep eyes.
I don’t know where this soaring will land.
Due to the fact that Violet was intercepted when she was soaring, Wu Daozun planned to wear a silver mask this time out of caution.
What’s more, violet has just established herself in the world.
If Wu Daozun flies up and shows himself later, it may bring a lot of unnecessary trouble to violet to establish more enemies.
Wu Daozun’s figure slowly Masu Nozomi the sky and exudes a Mahayana realm, which touches the apocalypse.
Wu Daozun is now practicing to the wheel of life. According to his calculation, he should have broken through the fairy to reach the fairy level!
Uniting to his realm is superb for the control of gods.
Over the years, he has realized the power of natural disaster and summoned natural disaster several times to cultivate fire disaster.
In the world, it is necessary to cultivate to the Mahayana realm and fully distribute the knowledge of God, which can trigger the apocalypse arrival.
For such a deceitful lift budo honour already skilled.
Boom!
In a blink of an eye, dark clouds are gathering in the sky, thunder is rolling, coercion is wanton, and Armageddon emerges
This scene attracted the attention of many godsworn.
Among them, there are some old friends of Su Mo, such as Xiao Pang, Lengrou, Ji Chengtian and Lonely Cloud …
In the crowd, I saw a figure wearing a purple robe and a silver mask bathed in Armageddon and wrapped in strips like python thunder soaring slowly.
There is no pause in the process of this figure soaring.
That conan the destroyer Armageddon is like scratching this person.
In a blink of an eye, the robbery dissipated.
This purple figure also completely disappeared at the end of the sky.
"This time he really left."
Cold, soft and light way
Everyone is silent, and everyone’s face is full of regrets with a hint of parting sadness.
Although they met Su Mo very early, not everyone could practice to the level of soaring for thousands of years.
Even some of them may fly away all their lives.
Ji Chengtian Dao "Everyone has different fates, but it’s no regret to get to know Brother Su in this life."
"Let’s practice hard for 3,000 years, but if we can’t practice for 30,000 years, one day we can also soar!"
Xiao pang said with an optimistic smile, "Maybe by that time, Big Brother will have lost his reputation in the world. We can go to him if we soar!"
Everyone smiles at each other, and the sadness in their hearts has faded a lot.
……
Wu Daozun involuntarily felt a huge traction wrapping himself and flying towards the side.
At first, he looked down and could still see the wild continent.
With the distance getting higher and higher, the mainland is as small as dust and finally disappears completely from his sight.
I don’t know how long it took for budao Zun to feel as if he had suddenly changed through a thin film, surrounded by faint vitality.
Not surprisingly, that film should be the boundary barrier.
Wu Daozun earned his life slightly, and the situation was heavier than that of the fairy. The power or the method broke free from the bondage in himself.
Long after Wu Daozun passed through a piece of Xinghai, a large shadow appeared on his head.
Before he could react, he looked like he was escaping into a time tunnel.
After a while, Wu Daozun’s figure stabilized.
"There are soaring people coming again!"
"This person has gathered enough people to catch that person and prepare to leave!"
No sooner had budao Zun decided than there was a noise around him.
He turned his eyes and looked around.
He is surging around an area similar to an altar, and his vitality is much stronger than that of the wild gods!
Around this altar, there are more than a dozen monks, each wearing a black robe, with a fierce face and a strong bloody smell.
Wu Daozun’s knowledge was swept away.
These dozen monks have different practices, but they are all immortal, some are seventh-order immortal, some are order immortal.
The highest person is the ninth-order Xuanxian, who is wearing an armor outside his black robe. It should be the leader of this dozen people.
Not far away, ninety-nine monks were kneeling.
Every monk is black and blue, pale, and his eyes are flashing with fear and fear. The realm of cultivation is a first-order Xuanxian.
Look at this. These ninety-nine monks have just soared.
"Hey, that man, what are you doing there? Get out of here!"
A sixth-order Xuanxian came towards Wudao Zun and cursed him.