Chapter 880 Desolation of the Desolate King

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A barren royal court.

The King of Desolation, the tiger and the dragon, sits on the throne, lowered his eyes and lowered his eyebrows.

After getting the answer from the white-bearded old man, he seemed to fall into silence.

At this time, the officials of the desolate royal court were also silent, no longer as arrogant as before.

From the conversation between the white-bearded old man and the King of Desolation, they understand that this matter is not as simple as they imagined!

At this time, no one dared to speak easily.

If there is a god to intervene, even if it is a barren royal court, in front of it, it is just an ant!

Intervening at will will only bring disaster to the desolate royal court!

"Go on the order, let the barren guards gather, and go out with this gentleman!"

After a long while, the Desolate King finally spoke.

"Wangjun!"

The ministers were shocked, as if they wanted to persuade the King of Desolation.

However, before everyone's words were spoken, they were interrupted by the white-bearded old man!

The white-bearded old man shook his head at the ministers and signaled them to step back.

As a veteran who has stayed beside the Desolate King for many years, he is the only one who understands the Desolate King's previous plans.

Including the current situation, it is exactly what the Desolate King planned.

However, Wang Jun, this matter is not so successful!

The old minister understands your idea and agrees with your idea!

Although I am in the human race, I am still an ant in front of the cave!

If there is a human race god to stand up, then my human race can change the status quo!

Just like these important officials of the royal court, they can only be arrogant in the human race, but when they hear that a god intervenes, they all feel as if they are scared!

This is the tragedy of the human race!

The old minister hopes that you can achieve what you want, not only for me to desolate the royal court, but also for my human race!

"Shh!"

The King of Desolation slowly stood up, and there seemed to be a heaven-shattering sword cry rising into the sky.

Jianguang Lingyun, cut through the night!

"This king is the Lord of Desolation, and has ruled the Desolate Realm for five thousand years!

Living in the sky, looking down at Liuhe!

There is a small night today, and I offend the majesty of this king. This king should step on the barren city and use the power of the king's court! "

The voice of the Desolate King, like the roar of thunder, blew up over the city of Shengjing.

"Behead the enemy, Zheng Wangwei!"

Looking at the King of Desolation standing under the sky, all the warriors in Shengjing City bowed their heads, shouted in their mouths, and full of enthusiasm in their eyes.

This man, who ruled the barren realm for thousands of years, suppressed countless powerful enemies, and left countless legends in their hearts!

Its majesty is like a mountain, its invincible!

A boy who appeared out of nowhere must not be Wang Jun's opponent!

For a time, the entire barren royal court was moved by the words of the barren king.

"Sir, please retire!"

The ministers of the barren royal court hesitated for a moment, then bowed their heads and went down to make arrangements for the next thing.

Wang Ting's expedition is not a trivial matter!

Moreover, this time it was Wang Jun himself who set out on the expedition, so he couldn't be sloppy.

After a while, in the hall, only the King of Desolation was left.

At this moment, the Desolate King's eyes were faint, as if looking into the depths of the night.

The gods have been standing on the heads of the human race for too long, and they have been standing on the heads of this king for too long!

This king wants to try to see if mortals can overturn these gods!

The gods in the barren mountains have nothing to do with the six caves.

This opportunity, this king has waited for thousands of years, but he can't wait any longer!

The heart of the swordsman, since the time he knelt down thousands of years ago, has been dusted!

To wipe off the dust on it, only the blood of a god can wash away the dust!

However, before that, this king will cut off your spokesperson and try that god-killing act again!

This king, with a sword, can break the army, kill the gods, and kill the sky!

It can also cut out the bright road of the human race!