707: C707 Tian Wu Three Heaven's Pride

C707 Tian Wu Three Heaven's Pride

"Why is this palace so big, and why is the color so strange?"

"Did it strike that deep pit?"

"How is that person so powerful that even a thousand zhang palace could be floating?"

"Who the hell are these people!?" The size of these demon beasts is way too big! "

The martial cultivators's people thought that as the disciples of the Mountain and Sea Realm's super martial cultivation force, they could already be considered as experienced and knowledgeable.

But the scene in front of him …

However, it had completely overturned everything they knew.

Fly...

Everyone can fly.

This was not surprising, even when he was riding on his sword or in the air.

But to control an enormous palace that looked like a mountain with his bare hands … what sort of power did that require?

And …

Looking at the crater and the spiderweb-like cracks in the earth, it was as if the Hundred Thousand Mountain Range had experienced a apocalypse.

It was hard to imagine how awe-inspiring the scene of more than ten mountains being destroyed in an instant was.

That kind of destructive scene, the scene where the earth quaked and the mountains shook, it should be comparable to the destructive force produced by a huge earthquake!

At this moment.

In front of the Tianwu Dynasty were three young men and women who were trampling on flying swords. They were floating in the sky with their hands behind their back, looking at the scene in front of them, their brows knitted tightly.

One of them was a young man dressed in black. His left eye was completely black without a single trace of white in it. Deep within his pupils, a profound starlight flashed like the starry sky, filled with a mysterious color.

His name is Zuo Tong.

Tianwu Dynasty was one of the three great heaven's pride level experts in the small world.

The left eye was the pupil. It was as deep as the starry sky, and it could destroy anything as long as it was illusory.

Under his starry eyes, normal things looked like nothing, so he could see through them with one look.

With the Astral Pupil divine ability, he was the only one among the three Chosen who was different.

And this time, the one standing beside Zuo Tong was another colorfully robed youth.

His expression was cold and distant, as if someone owed him five million.

He was also one of the three chosen of the Tianwu Dynasty, named Wentian.

Wentian's personality was eccentric and he did not like to talk.

But he was the strongest of the three.

He was once known as a madman who dared to ask the blue sky by himself while wielding a saber.

The last one was a lady in black named Xiao Xuan.

This green-clad girl was incredibly beautiful. Her long, shiny black hair fluttered in the wind, and she gave off an ethereal aura, causing people to be unable to help themselves from taking a few extra glances at her.2

She was also one of the three great heaven's pride level experts in the Tianwu Dynasty.

Allegedly, her Imperial Sword Technique.

He had already reached the level of perfection. He was the only woman who cultivated the Immortal Martial Realm.

"Zuo Tong, can you see their cultivation?"

With a cold expression and an eccentric personality, Wentian suddenly opened his mouth and coldly asked Zuo Tong who was beside him. He stared fixedly at the human guardians and the sea beasts in front of him.

After Zuo Tong heard this, the starlight in the depths of his eyes instantly disappeared.

Turning his head to the side, he stared at Qin Wentian as he involuntarily drew in a deep breath. After which, he replied with a heavy tone, "I can't tell how profound their cultivation is, but I'm afraid they're …!"

"What …" Can't tell? "

Hearing that, the azure-dressed Xiao Xuan who was beside her was slightly moved, she looked at the black-robed youth Zuo Tong, and a strange look flashed past her eyes.

"Right, I can't tell. To be more accurate, I can't see through them. Looking at them is like looking into a vast ocean!" Zuo Tong nodded solemnly at her, his expression extremely solemn.

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