leave the door...

open!

The bronze warrior with one hand covering the sky knelt on the edge of the hole in the sea of ​​​​clouds, his palms trembled endlessly, and the array of lights from the world was nailed to his palms.

"What is he going to do?!"

Countless gods were furious, and countless angry roars roared back and forth in the sea of ​​clouds.

What is he going to do?

The color of Shi Wuluo's hand holding the knife was cold, almost morbid, and the dark sleeves spread out in the wind, like the wings of a flock of crows. He swore... when he witnessed his Divine Sovereign fall twice, when he couldn't touch and reach out, when he couldn't do anything.

Kunmen...

open!

The seventh beam of light rose into the sky and nailed it into the bronze man's armoured soldier's wrist. Elder Muhe spat out blood, and the flesh began to crack.

Shi Wu Luo approached the sea of ​​​​clouds.

The god in the red robe stood up suddenly, and his voice almost changed his tone because he couldn't believe it:

"He's going up the ladder!"

Elder Mu He's spine was shattered, and with the last of his strength, he tapped the last gate.

Redeem the door, open it!

Shi Wuluo stepped out.

Step on the first step.

Chapter 111: Ninety thousand steps and three thousand gates

The voice carrying the supreme majesty sounded from all directions, and slammed down from the highest to the distance:

"Just one side of the world, dare to be presumptuous!"

"I was lucky enough to win thirty-six armors, and I'm so arrogant!"

"Impossible!"

"Get off!"

"..."

God does not speak lightly, and everything he says is forgiven. A surprised and angry voice is a condescending prophecy, and countless prophecies are superimposed together, forming a vast divine might that crushes everything invisibly. To smash and crush the young man in black who is so arrogant that he dares to step out of the world.

With Shi Wuluo as the center, fine cracks appeared on the first layer of white marble steps, and a sunken circle appeared.

He stood up straight.

Head up.

The 90,000-layer white marble steps are all the way up in the sea of ​​​​clouds. Each step is about 100 feet high and about 100 miles wide. Every 30 steps, there is a gate tower with flying wings, like a giant beast that devours everything. The throat is also like a pair of eyes looking down coldly. Ordinary people stand on the steps of the sky, as small as ants.

This is the grandeur that can overwhelm everything, the majesty that can crush everything.

The gods standing in the clouds for thousands of years, with such a great miracle, how can they put the humble life in their eyes?

However, today, someone embarked on the place where the gods gather.

Shi Wu Luo's lonely face, his skin tone is very cold, and the clouds flow through his deep black sleeves. There is a wide layer of the cuffs like a corner of the clouds, the hands are pale, and the hands are very pale. It seems to be the snow of Taikoo, and it seems to be the constant stone. The narrow scarlet knife was lifted in his hand.

A drop of sticky blood is also attached to the blade.

In front of him, there is a mountain -like bronze man.

"Roll down!"

The bronze man who broke his right wrist was terrified first, and then he was furious.

He has been watching Tianjie for so many years, and this is the first time that he has encountered someone forced to board the gate. The bronze man's intact left hand clenched into a fist, thunderous swimming between the fists, and the sound of the wind wrapped in the lake of the ground smashed into the master Wu Luo who stood upright.

The front line passed through.

The ripped metal friction sounded on the sea of ​​clouds, long and sharp.

Compared with the mountain -like bronze man, the body of the master Wuluo is extremely small, like a giant phenomenon of ants. But when the giant elephant stepped on, it was not ants. The scalp knife is vertical, colliding with the copper fist, and the light and the fire light splash at the same time. The horrible force was uploaded from the scabbard of the bronze man's armor left.

"Stealing his merit."

Shi Wu Luo's pale hand held his handle, and the knife printed a narrow dark red and bright marks on his face.

Like a bloody blood.

How many days and nights he was burning.

... The moment the god of God fell, he was still laughing at the sky, and his fingertips were stained with blood, and the mask was thrown up high. At the moment of Shen Jun Song's sword opened his sword, the long eyelashes slowly fell, and his fingertips were also stained with a touch of blood ... He was always thinking, why do you think? Why did the God of God crush his bones again and again, and why he was the heavenly way of the world -except for the heavenly way of watching everything.

He hated himself at that time.

So powerless self.

The bronze man roared in vain, his fists, arms, and upper body were constantly trembling, and only the legs covering heavy armor kept smooth. His crimson knife was quiet as autumn water. The drop of blood that had not had time to roll on the sword had been beating on the edge of the blade due to the force that had no time to roll off the left and right sides.

"Strong himself with karma."

The bronze man covered two long gully with his legs covering heavy armor on the white jade steps.

In the moment, the bronze man was oppressed by Shi Wuluo, and he broke down dozens of heavy levels by Shi Wu Luo. The gods of the next heaven standing on the heavens were furious, and they shot. Hundreds of god soldiers shrouded the division Wu Luo and woven into a inseparable Luo net.

"Forced him to fall."

The scarlet knife flipped, and a touch of demon light, blood light beating on the blade!

Shi Wuluo no longer blocked the left fist of the bronze man with the knife body, he turned his wrist! Horizontal knife! The drop of blood that was originally stained at the mouth of the blade flew to the left, and fried into a small blood flower. A beautiful knife light like a woman's fine eyebrows did not enter the bronze man. Out, did not enter the first level of heaven behind.

"Tianwai Tian ..."

The bronze man fell forward, and his lower body stood still, smashing a fluffy smoke, and the smoke and dust, Wu Luo, shook up and welcomed the blade of his blade. He dragged his knife on his side, and his sleeves pulled two long lines due to strong airflow. Luo.com composed of Shenbing has reached the top of his head.