"Heaven and earth have yin and yang, and chaos has turbidity. It's broken! Daoist Qingpingzi has broken the realm, and there is another great **** in the heaven." Feng Xuan's head was held in his hands by Feng Xi, and he shouted with excitement trembling. .

Only Feng Xuan, a high-ranking **** like Dzogchen who has been practicing hard for tens of thousands of years, understands that breaking the realm is too real, and how exciting it is. I am afraid that only the mood of going through the disaster of Yuanhui can be compared with it.

Fame and wealth in the world are all clouds and smoke.

The bridal banquets are all magical fire.

Mortals look up to the Holy One.

The saint aspires to become a god.

God’s chasing Taizhen is even more crazy. It takes one hundred thousand or two hundred thousand years of hard work. For this reason, you can give up your family affection, you can fight to fight for a chance to make progress, and you can turn yourself into a human being. ghost.

For the gods, "breaking the realm to be too true" is the greatest.

Once successful, the status of the world can be described as a world of difference between the world, can support a strong world alone, can live for hundreds of thousands of years, can overlook the gods.

Feng Xi Ning looked at the tall and thin figure in the Tsing Yi Dao robe, and walked alone towards the dark ghost cloud. His apparently thin posture became extremely tall and fascinating at this moment.

Like a peerless sword god, he can provide a place for all living beings to survive when the sky collapses.

The human skin lantern looked at the image of Tai Chi and the two instruments in the dark void, and said to himself: "Is this a vision caused by the Taoist monk breaking Taizhen?"

He was too real at the beginning, but he didn't have such power.

I don't know, I thought it was someone who broke through to the Void Realm.

When Xuanyuanqing saw Qingpingzi raise his sword to meet Zhao Wuyan, his heart was already shaken. Hearing his words again, "Today's wind and rock cross the catastrophe, I will protect the road", his eyes shined brightly.

She naturally knows the true identity of Qingpingzi.

Seeing him make such a choice, it is obviously not as unbearable as the world's rumors say. He is really a person who dares to do, and a child who can stick to the principles in his heart. Naturally, Xuanyuanqing has strengthened his thoughts.

The monks on the divine ship, whether they are gods or holy realms, see that a great **** is born on their side, they are all refreshed.

As in the endless darkness, I saw a ray of hope.

Zhao Wuyan stood under the dark ghost cloud, his eyes showed a touch of shock, and then he laughed gloomily, "What if it is too real? It's just the early stage of the Taiyi realm, and the realm is still unstable. If you flee now, Perhaps there is still a glimmer of life. If you dare to face this seat, you will undoubtedly die."

Zhao Wuyan is the existence of the Dark Temple who has survived two Yuanhui catastrophes. He has cultivated for nearly 300,000 years. The deep foundation and the depth of accumulation are far from the same as the Xiao Great God and the Erjia Blood Ancestor. The cultivation base is different.

He is already close to the peak of Taiyi.

A great **** who has just reached the early stage of Taiyi realm, if he wants to escape, it is indeed difficult for him to kill him.

However, if it is against him, then it is really seeking a dead end.

The image of Tai Chi and two rituals behind Zhang Ruochen is always evolving, showing the outline of a fish of yin and yang. There is yin in the yang and yang in the yin. The revolving rotation continuously absorbs the spiritual energy and holy energy between the heaven and the earth.

The yin in the sun is like a dark abyss.

The yang in the yin is like Hengyang and Lingkong.

When he arrived thousands of miles away from Zhao Wuyan, Zhang Ruochen's momentum climbed to the apex, and Hu Fafei said, "Pan Dao also wants to kill a great **** of the dark temple today, Zhao Wuyan, die!"

Zhao Wuyan felt the strong momentum of the opponent, but he did not dare to underestimate the opponent.

Direct recklessly, although the victory is easy, but it seems a bit reckless.

"Aren't you trying to protect him? This seat is going to kill him in front of you."

Zhao Wuyan gave a deep smile, and his mind moved.

In the dense ghost cloud overhead, hundreds of millions of ghosts flew out, with a harsh roar, rushing to the Fengyan below the roar.

The robbery cloud above Fengyan's head is already one hundred thousand miles wide, and countless thunder and fire shuttle through the clouds.

Zhang Ruochen pointed out, and a cyan river flew out from his fingertips.

It is not a real river, but a blue river formed by countless sword auras.

The green river gushed out, and was opposed to the hundreds of millions of ghosts tens of thousands of miles away. Suddenly, the cry of ghosts resounded across the sky, and all the ghosts were cut off and turned into plumes of smoke.

"Wow!"

Between the lightning and flint, Zhao Wuyan had already crossed thousands of miles, appeared above Zhang Ruochen, with the Xuanyue Mingdao in his hand, inducing the extremely cold power of darkness, breaking through the air.

This is a planned blow!

Obviously, Zhao Wuyan wanted to kill Zhang Ruochen at the fastest speed, or was hit hard to lose his combat power.

And if you want to kill the gods, it's easiest to shoot close.

However, he thought he was a foolproof one, but Zhang Ruochen had seen it through long ago, and he waited until he came close.

Zhang Ruochen swung his sword from bottom to top, and the time-stamped light spot appeared in the sky, and then came first, splitting Zhao Wuyan's ghost body in two diagonally.

The tyrannical dark power and blade light were all broken.

"Be careful!"

When Feng Xi called out the reminding voice, he found that the dark air around Zhao Wuyan had been separated, and the two separated ghosts flew out.

As long as the monks who could see the confrontation between the two were present, they were shocked and shocked.

"Good!" Feng Xuan said.

Zhang Ruochen didn't give Zhao Wuyan a chance to condense the ghost body at all. The sword was like flowing water, and the sword light was faster than lightning. He instantly split hundreds of swords, turning them into ghost mist in the sky, wailing again and again.

There were ten thousand ghost mists in the sky, trying to stay away from Zhang Ruochen and flee in all directions.

However, he was locked by Zhang Ruochen's air and pulled back again.

"Where to go?"

...

On the divine ship, most cultivators could only see the dark area, howling ghosts and wolves, with dense sword light, and sometimes they could hear Zhao Wuyan's curses and screams.

You don't need to see the confrontation clearly, Dao Qing Pingzi has the absolute upper hand, and he is so happy that he wants to kneel down and bow down.

"It's time swordsmanship, he is actually proficient in time swordsmanship." Human Skin Lantern noticed something was wrong, his body was as hot as a star, and he raised his battle axe to kill Qingpingzi in the air.

"As the swordsman **** of Kunlun Realm, what's so strange about being proficient in time swordsmanship?"

The green lotus mark on Xuanyuanqing's eyebrows came alive, the cyan glow and the power of light merged together, and the slim and beautiful figure regained the ability to move.

A picture scroll flew from the center of the eyebrows and shot towards the human skin lantern.

The human skin lantern was originally an axe that smashed Zhang Ruochen, and it immediately fell and cut towards the scroll.

"Boom!

The axe collided with the figure.

The picture scroll shattered and turned into a radiant glow, pulling the human skin lantern into a strange world.

In the sacred clouds, there are twenty shining figures standing in the heavens and the earth, some of them are angry, some dominate the world, and some are like dragon ancestors alive... But the presence of these figures makes Pi Lantern feel palpable and tremble.

"The Twenty Heavens Picture"...No, this is not the "Twenty Heavens Picture" painted by the fourth Confucian ancestor. It is a new picture!" The human skin lantern attacked the vajra angry Buddha and waved it. The axe splits out.

What about the twenty heavens, it's just a picture, a grand god, how can they be so frightened that they dare not attack?

However, the battle axe cut by the human skin lantern was repelled by the palm of the Buddha.

The power of the great gods cannot shake the shadows of the gods.

Three hundred thousand years ago, the fourth Confucian ancestor was invited by Tianzun to rebel God and painted "Twenty Heavens". Rumor has it that it took twenty days of blood to draw this picture, and it took six hundred years to complete it.

When the picture was completed, the paint from the entire holy realm flew away, splashing ink on it, making the sky full of color.

However, this picture has long since disappeared with the fourth Confucian ancestor.

Xuanyuanqing’s "Twenty Heavens Picture", I don’t know where the heavens were sacred. The painting is the contemporary heaven’s twenty heavens. Although it is far from being comparable to the painting of the fourth Confucian ancestor, it is not trivial. The human skin lantern cannot be broken in a short time.

"Huh!"

A bright sword light that illuminates the darkness flew above Xuanyuanqing's head and headed straight to the battlefield of gods where Zhao Wuyan and Zhang Ruochen were.

It's the Sword King of Clear Sky!

Shang Hong's Huangquan Flower Poison had already occurred, and the three divine bodies were chopped into blood mist by the Sword King of Clear Sky. At this moment, they were reconsolidating in a difficult manner, and they had obviously lost their combat power.

Xuanyuanqing was quite confident in Qingpingzi, and did not immediately intercept the Qingkong Sword King, but went all out to suppress the Huangquan Flower Poison in his body. If you don't suppress the toxin, you can't make a full shot, and you will end up like Shang Hong.

"Boom!"

In an instant, Zhang Ruochen collided with Qingkong Sword King.

Two swords fought each other.

The Qingping sword turns the darkness into the blue sky, and the sword in the hands of the Qingtian Sword King is also extraordinary, hot like fire, and the monks under the gods see the sword light and blind.

The cultivation base of Qingkong Sword King is even higher than that of Zhao Wuyan, which is the pinnacle of Taiyi realm.

However, this blow was a confrontation, and he could not take advantage of it.

"How could he be so strong? How could he do it?" Shang Hong, who had just reconstituted his body, was too weak to move, his eyes full of suspicion.

It should be understood that he was invincible in the world during the time of the Great Sage and the time of the upper gods, and there were few monks of the same realm looking at the entire universe.

But he has separated from the three corpses, and he has not yet defeated the Sword King of Clear Sky.

Even without the influence of Huang Quanhua, Shang Hong at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com believes that he still has no chance of winning against a great **** like Shangqingkong Sword King.

Yuanhui-level representatives, there will always be one, or several, born every millennium.

It can be said that many great gods were representatives of Yuanhui level at the time of the holy realm, at least they were also the existence that disturbed the secular situation on the "Red Dust Peerless List". Only with this kind of foundation can it be easier to cultivate to the level of a great god.

Since the foundation gap is not big, then the cultivation level, the accumulation of spirit, the number of regular **** patterns, the mysterious way, the level of supernatural powers, and the rank of the warrior... all seem particularly important.

The foundation cultivated in the holy realm for thousands of years can largely determine the future potential and enhance the advantage of being in the same realm.

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However, for gods, hundreds of thousands of years of cultivation after becoming a **** is the key to determining the level of combat power.

It can be said that without a strong hole card, at the level of a great god, it is as difficult as climbing to beat an opponent across a small realm.