"boom……"

By reviving the soul of the tree, Ye Chu broke through the light door in one breath, and even Guangmen was directly blasted by him.

A peaceful airflow rushed through the body of Ye Chu, flowing from the top of the head to the sole of the foot. For a moment, he had a kind of enlightenment and had a wonderful feeling.

If people are human beings, then the words of the saints should really not be human.

Although Ye Chu floated in the air, but did not feel any weight of his body, his body seems to have turned into this world.

Raising his hand, he recruited the five elements of the surrounding area, and his mind was moved. The figure was in a space that was more than a dozen miles away. The stunt of the saint, the telegram Ye Chu suddenly mastered it.

"This is the holy place!"

Ye Chu shook his fist, and the world around him shook. His eyes went forward and he was covered by two thousand miles in front.

"boom……"

There is a giant ghost in front, and the strength reaches the height of the sacred world. Ye Chu does not stop at half point, and the fist is smashed.

The air around him, condensed into his will, turned into his Taiji yin and yang fist, and broke the sacred ghost of this holy place with a fist, and turned it into a gray fly ash disappeared.

"Roar……"

"Hey..."

The horror of the sacred sacredness was a thousand miles away, and the ghosts around it were scared to flee around. They knew that the eccentric human being, the strength was upgraded, and it was even more horrible than before.

"No wonder they all say that they are holy, they are called true practitioners. It turns out to be..."

Ye Chu experienced the feeling of a saint. There is no need for extra movements. Only his own thoughts can be used to control everything around him. Other things are no longer important.

What boxing, swordsmanship, and symbolic, if you attack now, there is no point in yourself.

He only needs the help of Tianwei, and with the help of the surrounding heaven and earth, he can defend, attack, resolve, and sanctify, and Ye Chu’s strength soars.

......

Forty years of sleep, the power of Ye Chu was sealed, and finally broke out at this moment.

He successfully entered the holy place and became the saint who dreamed of, but he did not have much joy.

Just as Mi Qingxue and he said that on the day of sanctification, she did not have much joy, no joy or no sorrow, as if everything was not related to her, sanctification is so natural.

Perhaps this is the state of mind of the saints, especially when they are first sanctified, this state of mind is the purest.

On the contrary, after the sage's realm is stabilized, there may be other miscellaneous thoughts. When the first sanctification, especially the moment of sanctification, it is really no desire, no sacredness.

Ye Chu's sacred path is different. He is like a breeze, and can be completely integrated with the heavens and the earth. He can hide himself at any time. When he is holy, he will also merge chaotic Qingjing with a part, so this effect will be achieved. .

It has become sanctified, and the integration of the ghost has no major effect. Ye Chu needs a stronger femininity or yang to supplement himself, so that the Taiji Yinyang Road is more overbearing, perfect, and more integrated.

The curse space is still very horrible, even if it is sanctified, it is extremely difficult to break this space.

Ye Chu is not in a hurry to leave immediately, but to hone himself in this cursed space, while trying to open his own world of shackles, he needs to move some of the treasures, to be sure to break this space.

......

Ten years of life and death, and a decade of blink of an eye, Ye Chu in the curse space, stayed for 50 years.

On this day, the southern part of the gods, above the bright mountain, ushered in a grand event.

The reason why the domain of the gods was named as a **** domain is actually because a legend has a bright **** that descended on this domain, and then created the sanctuary of this practice, so it is called the **** domain.

The oldest part of the gods is this bright sacred mountain, a silver sacred mountain of up to a million meters, becoming the most sacred spiritual sanctuary in the minds of the monks.

The gods are full of light, flowing and swaying, the beasts are flying, the wine is fragrant, the sound is loud, and the light is above the holy mountain, a peaceful and peaceful fairyland looks like.

There is a white jade dojo on the bright mountain. At this time, the Dojo has already focused on nearly ten thousand strong people. The weakest of these strongmen are the quasi-holy sanctuary, and they have not reached the quasi-holy environment and are not allowed to enter.

The strength of the gods can be seen. The strong people who come here to participate in the event are naturally not all the strong people in the realm, and there are not many people who come.

"Hey, there is a colorful temple over there..."

"The women of the temple are finally here..."

To the south of the dojo, a temple intertwined with fairy light descended from the sky. Two beautiful rows of fairy disciples outside, the floating dance of the belt slowly descended from it, and the people of the colorful temple came.

Suddenly attracted the attention of most people, many people looked at the fairy disciples, but also revealed a hustle and bustle.

The colorful temple has been shining in the gods for thousands of years. The name of the colorful goddess is resounding throughout the mainland. It has been superbly sanctified before the millennium and has won this field.

The people in the temple descended from the sky, and the temple was also located on the dojo. There were two rows of fairy disciples outside, and they did not say hello to the people outside. Even if they entered the temple, the door was closed and no one was seen.

"The people in this temple have always been so proud..."

"Humph!"

"The gods are all strong, I am afraid that I have to change to sit down..."

The strength of many people has increased greatly in recent years. Naturally, some of the colorful temples are not in the eyes. Especially the women in the temple have a beautiful look like a fairy, but they never marry, which makes many proud men Heart and hate.

Even if only a female disciple returns home, holding a practice at night, it is estimated that it will be good for himself.

"Roar……"

Just when everyone was talking about it, there was a group of people in the far north. It was also a huge voice. The road was a black cow's scream, but the dojo was not shaken, but the eardrums of some people could not stand it.

"This dog cow!"

"Come on, come and make such a big battle!"

"Getting dressed in the pen!"

The hearts of the people are roaring, but no one on the mouth dares to make a disrespectful voice. This black bull is not a small one.

This cow is called the madman, and it is a descendant of the ancient people. Now it is in adulthood. The cow has reached the holy place, and the owner of this cow need not say more.

Above the dojo, a big hole was opened, and a singer-in-law was lying on the black mad war cow, slowly appearing.

Miscellaneous, this is not an elegant name, but this person is enjoying it.

"Ha ha ha, everyone is waiting for the old man, it is so polite..."

"Hey, the old demons are coming, the wine that owes the old man..."

"The oldest sister of the temple is also here. I will answer a few female disciples who should be given to the old lady to be ladies. And what about the saints? Isn’t it true for the old ways?"