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nChapter 133: The Dead World, the Red Spider Lilies Blooming Again!_l

nTranslator: 549690339

nIn the sky.

nCountless white-haired warriors of the older generation gathered.

nAlthough a hero is old, a beauty is white.

nHowever, the heroic spirit in his actions was still not inferior to that of the past.

nAt this moment.

nThey were determined to use their blood and bones to light a bright light for the development of martial arts.

nEven if it was only for a moment, it would be good.

nIt could illuminate the long road ahead for those who came later.

nSeeing this situation.

nLi Yueming’s expression didn’t change.

nAs a reincarnator reincarnator world aborigines are strong or not, strictly speaking, as a reincarnator, as a reincarnator, as a reincarnator, as a reincarnator, as a reincarnator, as a reincarnator.

nNow, this group of Martial Saints had gathered.

nIn the end, the ones who benefited were the martial artists themselves on this vast land.

nThis was the path they had chosen.

nIt was for themselves and for the people of the world.

nLi Yueming naturally wouldn’t feel sad for them.

nAfter everything was ready, Li Yueming did not dawdle.

nStepping into the sky, he looked at the boundless sea of people below him and said,””Since that’s the case, then let this damned damned damned heavens open his eyes and take a good look at the will of us martial artists. Even ants can shake the heavens, but today, we martial artists will go against the heavens!”

nIn the sea of clouds, endless lightning appeared.

nThe entire world seemed to have stopped at this moment.

nTens of millions of warriors held their breaths and looked at the unbelievable scene in the sky.

nDeep in the clouds.

nA giant hand of lightning that covered the entire sky slowly came down, pressing Li Yueming in the center of the palm.

nSuch a scene.

nIt was enough to make countless martial artists ‘scalps go numb and their hair stand on end.

nIn the past, he often talked about defying the heavens and changing fate, and the will of heaven and earth.

nHowever, the vast majority of low-level martial artists were unable to sense the existence of the will of heaven and earth.

nNot to mention understanding the terror of the will of the world.

nAnd now.

nLooking at the huge lightning palm in the sky that seemed to be extended by a god, countless low-level martial artists were almost scared to the point of peeing.

nSo, did the Will of the Great Path really exist in this world?

nOtherwise, how could there be a huge lightning palm that was no different from a real person’s palm in the sky?

nIt was also at this moment.

nOnly then did countless earth level martial artists understand how terrifying the true heaven and earth will was.

nEven though they were thousands of meters above the ground.

nWhen they raised their heads to look at the giant hand of lightning, the martial artists still felt as tiny as ants.

nIn the sky.

nLooking at the approaching giant lightning hand, Li Yueming finally made his move.

nHis hair and beard stood up, and he raised his hand to condense a giant palm woven from the power of laws.

nThe two collided at an extremely fast speed.

nIn the blink of an eye, Li Yueming grunted and took a step back.

nBehind him.

nThe three or four Martial Saints were affected by the shockwaves from the collision. They didn’t even have time to groan before they turned into clouds of blood mist.

nNot far away, Li Yueming used the Star Moon Art to absorb the energy in the blood mist.

nThis was because he had been affected by the purest power of heaven and earth.

nNot only did this blood mist contain the power of the laws of a Martial Saint, but it also contained traces of the operation of the Heavenly Dao.

nAfter absorbing the blood mist, Li Yueming could use it to make up for the loss of his qi, blood, and strength.

nMoreover, he could extract what he wanted from the nomological fragments.

nThat’s right.

nHe wanted to use this cruel method to make up for the one hidden in his body.

nHe had no choice.

nIt didn’t matter if he was a cold-blooded butcher.

nLi Yueming’s ability was limited.

nHe had spent 50 years deducing this feasible method.

nIn the sky.

nAn even more ferocious thunderbolt transformed into the appearance of everything in the world and attacked Li Yueming.

nLi Yueming’s counterattack was equally merciless.

nThe level of energy brought about by the battle between the two sides was tens of times higher than that of the top ten Saints in the past.

nThe number of Martial Saints who were defending against the heavenly punishment with him also decreased.

nAn hour later.

nMore than 90 Martial Saints had died.

nA group of Martial Emperors rushed forward resolutely.

nThey were much weaker than Martial Saints.

nThey were even more defenseless against the heavenly punishment.

nInstantly, the speed of death accelerated.

nCountless blood mists burst forth, and the entire sky seemed to be covered in a hazy layer of blood.

nIt was the indignant roars of the Martial Saints and Martial Emperors.

nEven though it had turned into mud, it was still filled with killing intent.

nBeneath his feet.

nTens of millions of martial artists were already dumbfounded.

nThe senior experts that they could only look up at in the distance were now falling like wheat being harvested.

nThey were not in the center of the battlefield yet.

nIt was only swept by the aftershock of the explosion, but it instantly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

nThere was a hint of blood-red tragedy in the horror.

nThis group of latecomers, who were still somewhat ignorant, finally came to their senses.

nThat’s right.

nThis was the first time in 10,000 years that martial artists had seen the opportunity to become a Martial Saint or above.

nIf this group of seniors succeeded…

nWithout a doubt, it had pointed them to an extremely broad and broad path.

nInstantly.

nCountless low-level martial artists knelt down again and kowtowed in unison.”Farewell, senior. As long as we are alive, the achievements of the seniors will never be forgotten!” Tears welled up in their eyes.

nThere was no response from the sky.

nBecause the first batch of people had already died, the ones who were currently moving up were the second echelon.

nIf the first echelon was made up of white-haired old men…

nThen, the second tier of powerhouses appeared much younger.

nMany of them only had white hair on their temples.

nBut at this moment.

nHe looked at the meat grinder in the sky..

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