"I will merge with the Dao and return peace to the world, so let's forget our grudge."

Above the vault of the sky, the white-haired man stood with his hands behind his back, behind him thousands of virtual shadows gradually dispersed, the vast aura slowly returned to ordinary.

"Forget it?"

In the front, a gnarled man standing in the pitch-black sea of thunder, clasping his hands in defiance of the white-haired man, sneering, "The saintly ruler is good, wanting to take the world's ten thousand paths and recreate the holy world."

"It's just a pity that he has miscalculated, there will never be a place for him in this lower realm again."

"You killed me in one life, I do not bother with you, he saved me in one life, I have not yet returned the favor," the white haired man behind the shadow is finally scattered, the vast aura finally returned to nothing.

"It's just an ant, what can I do if I crush it."

The gnarled man didn't care and laughed freely, "The big deal is that I will destroy another world and collect more merits, hahaha."

White haired man: "I know you are a demon, killing scourges and abuses are all merits, but I still advise you - think twice."

"Think twice," the gnarled man waved his right hand, and the sea of pitch-black thunder around him instantly dispersed into this world, turning into endless rolling thunder clouds, wanting to overwhelm a world.

"I just want you to die, as well as all the dregs who have received the grace of the saintly ruler."

"Well, then I will get rid of one demon for him and claim one fruit for myself."

The right hand behind the white haired man moved, from the outside to the inside of the virtual wrap in front of the chest, the countless pitch-black thunder clouds below a tremor, scattered into invisible.

Immediately, the right fist in front of the chest into a palm, slapping away.

This palm, directly in front of the gnarled man's face suddenly changed, sideways to avoid the moment, the void shattered, stare at the moment, vaguely glimpse the three thousand worlds!

Are killing ancient battlefields, steam-era trains, the lights of the ancient street downtown, all the attention of the human-beast battle, and the ancient ancestors fighting the flood, crumbling and broken through the sky high tower, devouring the astral body of the monstrous, only hand to tear the sword tide of the saint ...