ng Tiān, Tán Tiān Hóng, Wáng Yuè Xuān and others felt a bit uneasy.This is not Wuxiang City,What can Lu Jia Lin accomplishCould it be that they're up to some tricks again behind the scenesYun Zhongtia..."Am I still here Am I not dead"

Xiaota whispered,

He had just felt the source dissipating, his will vanishing. He thought he was surely going to die, but unexpectedly, he still had the chance to open his eyes again.

Next second!

Xiaota froze.

He stared blankly at the man before him.

Although surrounded by various scents, like layers of time and space were broken, vague and illusory, he could barely make out anything clearly, yet he recognized the other party at first glance!

This man who created him,

This man he had spent millennia with.

One person, one tower, separated for ten thousand years, now reunited. The emotions in their hearts are overwhelming and indescribable.

This is a scene he couldn't even dream of!

"Master"

Xiaota carefully called out.

He was afraid this was just a dream.

When the dream ended, the owner disappeared.

He will never see the owner again.

"Little buddy"

The great man murmured.

Hearing those three familiar words.

A single tear streamed silently down Xiao Ta's cardinaleyes.

More than 10,000 years!

"Wah wah wah, master, it's really you! I knew you weren't dead on the Immortal Road, I knew you wouldn't see me in trouble, I knew you would never abandon me!"

Little Tower's emotions were on the verge of collapse, tears streaming down his face.

Seeing this scene,

Many powerful deities were stunned!

That's done!

This man is actually the master of the Heavenly Demon Tower.

"Little Tower, congratulations! You finally met him."

Lin Feng smiled through tears.

Deep down, I'm happy for my little buddy.

For Xiao Ta, this man was his father, the most respected and beloved person in his life.

Thinking of this,

Lin Feng couldn't help but feel a tinge of sadness in his heart.

Where are my own father, mother, and sister now

"Woooooooo, master! I miss you so much!"

Xiao Ta rushed forward with all his might, wanting to charge into his owner's embrace just like before. Unexpectedly, he met empty air. His frail body passed right through his owner's form as if it were a ghost.

"Master."

Xiaota stood dumbfounded.

I couldn't believe my eyes looking at this man. I had no idea what was going on.

"He is not the true body, only a projection."

A powerful member of the Underworld Race had seen the key to the problem and was overjoyed.

"Swish~"

The Lord of the Little Tower glanced at him.

The powerful warrior of the Speechless Divine Race suddenly felt himself locked by a terrifying aura, as if a celestial being was gazing at him. With just one glance, he suppressed his entire Dao fruit, causing his blood to almost solidify.

"Help me!"

The strong ones of the Underworld God Clan looked terrified, and spoke with difficulty.

In the next moment, his entire body stiffened, just like that powerful sea god before him. His body shattered inch by inch and then exploded directly, transforming into a rain of light.

"

A projection, it can also vanquish ten thousand enemies!

"

The Lord of the Little Tower's calm words were like thunder, exploding and causing many powerful divine beings present to bleed from their seven orifices, their souls trembling.

"Eliminate"

The Lord of the Little Tower lightly uttered a single word.

Like a bolt from the blue, his words followed the law.

Tens of thousands of Ming Shen clan warriors, trembling at a distance, all vanished in an instant.

Regardless of skill level,

Category one, category two, category three, and category four all yield the same result. Under this truth, all are dispersed and lose their ability to resist.

"Wow!"

The entire venue erupted in a chorus of gasps.

Then came a deep numbness.

This person's abilities far surpass everyone's expectations.

Subverted everyone's worldview,

A projection spoke a single word, and with it, the powerful figures of the Underworld God Clan were obliterated.

"This is what the six types of strong ones are"

Lin Feng's eyes were slightly startled.

Because even he didn't know how those tens of thousands of God Clan experts died.

He didn't even see Xiaota's outstretched hand, as if he had only casually uttered a word.

What does this mean

The power wielded by the Lord of the Little Tower surpasses him by an entire level, far beyond his grasp and comprehension.

"This is the power of immortals."

Yáoguang Shengnǚ walked to Lin Feng's side, took out a fragrant handkerchief from her bosom, and gently wiped the blood from his face while speaking softly.

"Celestial power Could he have ascended to immortality"

Lin Feng's pupils constricted.

"I don't know, that level of understanding is beyond us. Perhaps the 'her' inside me would know something. This involves a higher level of existence, only those who enter the Immortal Path could understand it."

The Saint of Light replied.

She didn't seem at all surprised, her beautiful eyes fixed on Lin Feng's handsome face as if there were no one else in the world, only him!

Lin Feng naturally didn't know what the Saintess of the Radiant Glow was thinking at this moment.

He compared the elders, Qin Emperor, Han Emperor, heavy-eyed predecessors, even Chen Beixuan with the owner of the small tower in his heart.

From my own feelings,

Besides Chen Beixuan,

Several others seemed to be far inferior to the master of Xiaota.

Of course, this is just his guess.

So far, he also doesn't quite see through people like Chen Beixuan and Qin Huang.

"Just now, he wanted to refine you"

The Master of the Little Pagoda suddenly looked at the Heavenly Emperor.

"It's him! It's him!"

Xiao Ta thought about what had happened before, his eyes filled with anger.

"No, it's not me!"

This sight chilled everyone around him to the bone.

No mockery, no sarcasm,

Some there are who offer only boundless sympathy.

If anyone else were in their place, they wouldn't perform any better than the Heavenly Spirit Emperor.

"Twelve Demon Kings That demon emperor guy should still be alive, right"

The Little Tower Master muttered to himself.

Upon hearing this,

The Heavenly Spirit Emperor, as if he had grasped a life-saving straw, immediately shouted:

"The Demon Emperor is my father! You killed me, he won't let this go!"

"Is that so Back when the Immortal Path clashed, the Demonic Emperor hid in the shadows, trying to ambush me. In the end, I severely injured him, and he barely managed to escape."

As the Master of the Little Tower spoke, he casually clapped his hands.

"Boom!"

All of the denizens of the Darkkin race were obliterated in an instant.

Before, a powerful and terrifying God Race expert who was invincible. Now, in the eyes of the small pagoda's master, he is like an ant, effortlessly destroyed with a flick of his hand.

And this,

It's just a projection!

What kind of strength is this

People could no longer imagine it.

The more I think, the emptier I feel. The more I think, the more frightened and terrified I become. Their immense power suddenly feels like a joke right now.

"Bring over that demon king, I haven't seen him in ages. I've been missing him quite a bit."

The Master of the Little Tower spoke.

"My father is in seclusion and cannot come!"

The Heavenly Emperor was almost scared out of his wits.

He was just bragging!

A monster emperor like him, how could he be his father

But who could have imagined that this mighty deity before us would be so ferocious, daring to defy even the Demon Emperor

"Please forgive me, I was wrong."

The Celestial Emperor knelt directly, putting aside all arrogance, and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

He really doesn't want to die!

"Oh!"

The Master of the Little Tower sighed lightly.

Wherever his gaze fell, the Emperor of Heavenly Spirit, who was bowing his head incessantly, froze instantly. His body shattered and exploded.

"After the ancient catastrophe, the pact made by all races, have you all forgotten"

The Lord of the Little Tower looked at the powerful divine beings around him.

He was like a god, walking through the crowd, every step he took would unleash a storm of violence.

Just like divine retribution to bring about the end of the world.

In a short period of time,

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