Vol 2 Chapter 910: he died

Huh~
In the darkness and chaos, there is no sound and no light.
At the moment when the Demon Lord grew up, there was a blood-red crimson that was rendered instantly. It was only an instant, and the chaos of trillions of miles was already crimson.
It seemed like chaos and bleeding.
Hum!
At the moment when Da Zi was stepping on the devil, Di Yan and the others also got up together, bursting out a terrifying light that astounded the world.
In the chaos, the emperor heaven is like a mortal sun, shining thousands of trillions of distant chaos, this is where the emperor heaven is, and it is also where they are.
Crossing this time, Dao Fa will certainly not disappear, but it has lost the blessings of all realms. Therefore, to fight across boundaries, the six people must all join together.
"Although it was formed by relying on this world, it is also worthy of praise..."
In the darkness and chaos, a starry sky suddenly appeared, among which trillions of stars changed and interacted, vomiting endless mighty power.
This is not the real starry sky, but it is vaster than the real starry sky, countless times larger, in which the stars rotate, and the chaos caused by it is oscillating.
"Universe starry sky map..."
Di Yan pressed the divine sword in his hand, his eyes condensed.
I don't know how many tens of thousands of years of stalemate, and naturally there are many confrontations between them, and they are naturally familiar with each other's methods.
This extraterritorial demon, who claims to be the "Starry Sky," may not be much higher than them, and his magical powers may not be surpassed.
However, its way is beyond the realm. If it loses the blessing of the realms, everyone is not its opponent.
This starry sky map of the universe is extremely weird, and the covered area is extremely remote, and the breath of a few of them is faintly locked out.
So much so that they have difficulties in reincarnation.
Seventy thousand years ago, it was this picture that almost made all the ants turn the world upside down. At this time, I saw it, and I couldn't help but feel the same.
"You wait for the Dao..."
The host of the starry sky stood up, his clothes moved without wind, his breath rose, and the earth shook the sky, making the expressions of the other saints sing solemnly:
"Enough qualification to enter my world and become one of the three thousand avenues!"
"Winning or losing may not be what you want!"
Tailong Taoist sighed, and with one move, a handle of all treasures reflected, the three-color intertwined jade ruyi, has carried the great power to destroy the world and destroy the world.
I hit the infinitely expanding sky map of the universe that seems to be able to envelop the boundless chaos:
"Retreat, this game, then I will win!"
......
"Nine Sky Profound Thunder..."
In the rolling ocean, Qing Wushu looked at him coldly.
Even if separated by the vast ocean and void, the moment that thunder rang out, his heart was still depressed.
Smelled an extremely strong crisis.
"I, I'm on the thief ship."
Qing Wushu sighed, regretting, but helpless.
The Dharma of the Great Zhou Dynasty was promoted, and there were many practitioners who did not cultivate more. He had already achieved the soul, and he was not human, and had no intention of learning any new methods.
However, in the first battle, I was overwhelmed by the dragon Xingyi. Not only did he learn this new method, but he was also the first batch of ‘Chen Practitioners’ who practiced this method.
At this moment, feeling the intense and extreme crisis, the faint thunder locked in.
Almost crushed his teeth.
But in desperation, after being angry for a long time, he could only gritted his teeth and walked towards the only shining crystal palace in the deep seabed.
It is a crystal palace that occupies an extremely large area and is magnificent. All the beautiful words in the world are not exaggerated when used.
And this crystal palace has a thunderous name.
Wanlong's Nest!
The second holy land, the three gods, one of the five sects, Wanlong's Nest!
According to legend, Wanlong’s Nest originated in the ancient years, and it was the Taoist tradition developed by that demon saint, and it contained the most precious treasure of the demon clan, the
Hualong Pond
.
All monsters can be transformed into dragon seeds when they enter inside!
He was originally a shrimp in the sea who cultivated supernatural powers, and then he entered this Dragon Pond before he cultivated into a dragon species. He is naturally familiar with this place.
At this time, being deterred by the thunder that day, Wanlong's Nest was also raging inside and outside, one by one giant dragons soaring in the ocean, looking at the rolling thunder with fear and horror.
"Neptune?"
"Brother Qing, are you here again?"
"But you want to see the Dragon Lord? Brother Wu Ku has been a bit diligent in recent years..."
......
Qing Wushu and expressionlessly greeted the guardian dragon gods before stepping into the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest.
He slightly sensed the movement inside and outside the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest, he hesitated for a long time, then turned around, sank into the undercurrent, and swam towards a hidden place in the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest.
Bo!
As if a blister burst, Qing Wushu's heart was slightly tightened, and his hand blocked the undercurrent, only then cautiously stepped into this secret place.
The line of sight suddenly became wide, and there were already two worlds separated by a membrane.
As far as you can see, in the boundless ocean, there are countless submarine peaks rising from the ground, not knowing how tall they are.
There are countless mountains like forests.
And on every mountain peak, there is a giant dragon that is not much smaller than him hovering, as if blessing, as if suppressing something.
"Ok?"
Qing Wushu looked around, looked at the dark abyss, the place where the peaks were suppressed, and couldn't help thinking, "What is this?!"
He saw a head.
A head that doesn't know how huge!
The uncountable dangerous peaks of the giant mountain are impressively long hair with luxuriant heads, and those pure-blood dragons above the primordial spirit are entwined in his hair!
What is this? !
Qing Wuju suddenly regretted agreeing to that person's request.
If this thing is released.
When Qing Wuxing's hair was about to retreat, he suddenly heard the sound of dragons, and he saw the endless deep abyss amidst the shaking of the earth.
Suddenly lit up, red eyes like the stars and the sun:
"Wu Nahai Reptile, tonight, what year?!"
......
Boom!
Wan Lei exploded, shaking the earth!
The collision between the Jitu of the Mountain and River and the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder reverberated throughout the world in just an instant.
More than Dazhou, Nanzhan?
On the other side of the ocean separated by the endless ocean, Dongshengzhou, the ancestral land of Taoism, were all shocked by this terrifying collision, and countless Taoists stepped out of Taoism.
Looking in the direction of the south, seeing the thunder like a sea, rolling like a ten thousand dragon roaring, it was also shocked for a while, kneeling down one after another, chanting Taoism.
Called the Patriarch.
Thunder is the sound of the sky. Although there are all kinds of sects, there is only the thunder method in the Taoist door, which can be called Tian Lei!
In addition, even the thunder driven by the ancient imperial court is nothing more than thunder punishment.
At this moment, seeing thunder and thunder for nine days, shaking all over the world, all the people in the Taoist door fell to the ground, and for a while, the mood was agitated.
"The thunder is ringing!"
Dongshengzhou has the most holy land of Lingshan in the world. I don't know how many Dao Sects live in seclusion here.
And just as the thunder came from the south, resounding across the world, shaking Dongsheng at the same time, among the mountains that stretched for thousands of tens of thousands of miles.
The dusty Ram Yan let out a long breath, and couldn't hold back his blood, sweating like syrup: "Fortunately, I finally arrived..."
Gong Yang Yan's expression was exhausted, and Wang Yang's vigor and vitality also declined, but there was great hope and dignity in his eyes.
Nanzhan and Dongsheng are not separated by the same sea, however, the distance of one sea is a long distance that ordinary people cannot cross in their entire lives.
He has spent a full 800 years along the way, and this is because he has never stopped, hesitating at all costs, and is blessed by the great supernatural power of the sect master, ‘Golden Light’.
Too far.
"Ah, ah."
Aroused by the thunder, the big donkey, limp as fleshy, couldn't help but screamed and staggered to his feet.
"You are waiting here."
Gong Yang Yan swallowed the pill, ignoring his breath adjustment, and stepped into the barren mountain shrouded in miasma in front of him.
"Ah, ah."
The big donkey wanted to follow, but one shivered, but fell to the ground, let out a weak cry, and could only watch Ram Yan stepping forward unwillingly.
It is much more exhausted than the Ram, and it is already talented to be able to hold it up till now.
call!
Stepping out in one step, it seems to step into a completely different world on the other side.
"This is what the sect master said, the forbidden land..."
Gong Yang Yan's heart was full, and he only felt that the surroundings were empty and chaotic. The five senses were upside down at this time, and he almost vomited blood for a while.
He gritted his teeth and urged the ‘Sacred Power of the Heart of Ten Thousand Tribulations and Four Tribulations’, resisting the confusion of the five senses, and step by step he headed towards the unknown.
In the place where the five senses are confused, he can't distinguish the direction of the void at all, and he can't even manipulate it, and he doesn't know where he is.
But this place is even more bizarre, the more the primordial spirit perceives the tyrannical, the easier it is to get lost here.
At first, Gong Yang Yan could still support it with all his strength, but later, he didn't know where he was, was in a daze, and even couldn't distinguish between upper and lower left and right.
I only felt that the world was spinning, and I was spinning more violently than the world.
I forgot all about it, all around, east and west, north and south.
This, how do I go?
Gong Yang Yan is at a loss but unwilling to do so, is this going to fail?
"I can not be reconciled!"
Gong Yang Yan roared in his heart, and he had to look for a direction directly regardless of the three or seven twenty-one.
Suddenly, in a dark world, he caught a glimpse of a purple light.
The faint purple light was like a candle in the wind, but it was clearly visible, and it was swaying, as if it was guiding him.
Gong Yang Yan blessed his soul, completely forgetting all the messy messages from his five senses, looking at the purple light, and walking away step by step.
Hum!
I don't know how long he has been away, UU Reading www.uukānshu.com Ram Yan's heart was shocked, the sense of time and space confusion suddenly disappeared, and the scene in front of him was no longer bizarre.
This is a desolate and dilapidated wasteland, full of remains after the fire of war.
On the dark red earth, there is a aura that no one can ignore. At a glance, countless magic weapons, strange beasts, and even human remains are spread on the ground.
Like mud, like a mountain.
"This, this is... the ancient battlefield?"
Ram Yan's eyes straightened, his heart beating uncontrollably.
In a daze, he seemed to see countless gods and demons hissing, roaring, unwilling to fall on this wasteland, and the endless blood of the gods stained the boundless land.
Gods, demons, humans, demons, ghosts...
Everything he knows, doesn't know, has seen, hasn't seen races, is all here, and they are all corpses!
This is a land of bones.
Ancient battlefield!
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Unwilling! I'm not willing, I want to go against the sky!"
"Dead, die!"
......
Listening to the countless unquenchable grievances permeating the entire battlefield, Gong Yang Yan couldn't help swallowing.
He cautiously stepped forward a few steps, avoiding some hideous corpses and the marks of unspoiled ghosts.
Close to the source of the purple light that led him to here.
That was the old Taoist who had fallen into the mud.
"He, is he dead..."
Ram Yan staggered back a step, his heart was blocked.
The clothes of the Taoist were as simple as his face, and his whitish beard was faintly stained with blood, his expression was decayed, and there was no trace of anger left on his body.
There was only a ray of purple light that persisted, hovering around him, emitting an insignificant light, as if he wanted to awaken this person.
However, there was not a trace of vitality and reaction.
he died......