Hold on tight to my second husband's little waistcoat

The top of the clouds, the Holy Land of the Six Realms.

The man in black came in with a sword in his hand, and the sword fell to the ground, clanging.

He broke through the door and entered the hall, stood in the hall, pointed at the Supreme of the Six Realms with the black sword in his hand, "Where is he?"

"Trespassers will be punished by heaven."

Hearing the sound, the shoulder of the trespasser was hit by lightning, and his anxiety spread.

Regardless of the injury on his shoulder, the man clanged, "I just have one question! Where is he!"

His answer was another punishment from heaven.

"Hmm..." The hit right leg knelt in response, the sword was on the ground, and the person was holding on.

"Everything in the world has its own spirit. Being in a high position is responsible for all things. A difference of one thought will cause and effect itself."

The black-clothed man pursed his lips and sneered, "If you are in a high position, you should benevolent to all things? What a blessing to the common people! With this way of heaven, the six worlds are lucky!"

"This is fate."

The black-clothed man stood leaning on his sword, his whole body was black with true energy, "So, today I will go against the sky!"