4111: C4111 Drunk to Death(part Ii)

C4111 Drunk to Death(part Ii)

The Greyhound raised its head to look at the sky for the first time. In fact, it had already noticed Lin Hao's tribulation just now. The power of this lightning tribulation had long surpassed what Lin Hao should be able to withstand. It was the Heavenly Dao Lightning Tribulation. All along, it had been a form of tempering. Generally speaking, the lightning tribulation that must be killed was very rare. Unless it was someone who committed a great crime.0

That kind of great evil was not something that could be done by just a few butchers. To be blunt, in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao, even if everyone in the kingdom was killed, it wouldn't be considered a heinous crime. From the perspective of the Heavenly Dao, for tens of thousands of centuries, unless it was those who had shaken the entire century, or those who had revived a kind of heaven defying Dao, they would be regarded as great evil. Otherwise, there were very few heavenly tribulations that surpassed the level of the Heavenly Dao.

However, Lin Hao had clearly suffered heavenly tribulation that had completely exceeded the level of the level of the heavenly tribulation. It was one thing for the Galactic Thunder Tribulations to appear, but later on, even the Galactic Thunder Tribulations's Heart of Sea appeared. Whether it was refined or destroyed, it was clear at a glance.

The earth had a spirit for a long time, and the sea was deep and thoughtful. To the Galactic Thunder Tribulations, the Lightning in the heart of the sea was even much stronger. Furthermore, it was fine if it was just a lump. To think that there would be so many of them. This should not be something that the Heavenly Dao should do.

The Heavenly Dao Tribulation this time had definitely exceeded the limit. This was not something that could easily exceed the measurement when it came to finding a the ordinary. This was the Heavenly Dao that had existed since ancient times. If even the Heavenly Dao used something that exceeded the rules to destroy Lin Hao... Perhaps Lin Hao's existence had already exceeded the knowledge of the world.

But, a great evil?

The Greyhound was certain that it wasn't. It knew very well what kind of person Lin Hao was. Lin Hao had always abided by his own rules. Even if he had the ability, he would never be willing to go against it. Furthermore, Lin Hao had always been righteous and selfish.

Although Lin Hao had always been a man of integrity, and even liked to find an excuse for his personal desires every time, how could the Greyhound be a dog on the surface? What Lin Hao did was a righteous cause.

The saint said, "Know the white, and guard the darkness. It is the style of the world. It is the World Style. Changde is not too much. Return to infinity. "

From the Greyhound's point of view, Lin Hao had undoubtedly done it.

Now, the problem was that such a righteous man, the Heavenly Dao, actually had to resort to unscrupulous means to destroy Lin Hao, even surpassing the rules. Even an idiot could see through this method of targeting.

For the first time, the Greyhound looked at the sky with a cold expression. This was their Heavenly Dao, they were really able to distinguish right from wrong.

At this moment, the Greyhound's appearance became very solemn and solemn. Only this appearance was worthy of the name of White Cloud Greyhound.

However, just as the Greyhound was about to become heavy, a heavy hammer suddenly struck its head. The Greyhound's eyeballs nearly popped out. Damn it, who was the one who hammered me while I was acting cool!?

The Greyhound fiercely turned its head around, only to see Lin Hao looking at the Greyhound even more fiercely.

Lin Hao's face was incomparably ferocious. He gritted his teeth, and was even more ferocious than a villain. "Son of a b * tch, son of a b * tch, this old man has called you for so long, and you are pretending to be deaf and mute, right?! Quickly hand over all of this old man's martial skill, Cultivation Method Secret Technique!!"

Lin Hao really can't stand it any longer. This son of a b * tch interrupted my poetic mood when this old man was feeling melancholy. Interrupting my compassion for the world, how can I let go of this grudge?! Now when he saw the Greyhound, he even imitated me and looked up at the sky 45 degrees...

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