Supreme Venerable Realm, Ximen Tiger Meditation Secret Land.

The half-hidden courtyard door was suddenly pushed open by the soul coercion of the angry Ximen Tiger.

The sound of squeaking seems to be a portrayal of Ximenhu's roaring, anxious, resentful, and angry mood at this time.

At this moment, Ximen Hu, who was standing in front of the light curtain in the house, saw the real situation in the thunder mill presented above the light curtain with a pale face, and shouted angrily: "Zhao Xiang, you demon, I knew this was the case, then I should have destroyed you before you developed Qingluo Xing! Hmph, I was able to build a thirteen-layer Five Elements Altar! This altar was actually centered on the Wang Pin Divine Ring! And each layer of the altar was another version of the simulated Divine Ring that was infinitely close to the Divine Ring! It could actually absorb the Origin Yin Yang Thunder!"

The fierce color in his eyes flashed, and then he spit out the words from his mouth: "I won't let you become the god of fate! The former god of fate, Tianhua, has not completely cleaned up, so there will be a new god of fate?! Little demon, I will do my best, even if I sacrifice more hidden dead, I will destroy you in the moment before you really grow!"

The moment these words came out, Ximen Hu released an earth-shattering and fierce aura that shattered the mountains and mountains.

These breaths immediately rushed up and down, left and right in a three-dimensional way, like a shocking giant Lang.

The exquisite courtyard suddenly dissolved into pieces and dissipated directly.

Even the trees and flowers within a radius of several miles are nowhere to be seen.

And the many god-minded powerhouses who were paying attention to this place also trembled at this moment.

Almost at the same time, a storm of astonishment that was so thick that it soared from the hearts of these monks.

Something must have happened in the thunder mill disc the size of a million miles.

And what about Zhao Xiang in the Thunder Mill?

"Zhao Xiang!" Hongmeng Emperor Yu Hongmeng Sect and Xingchen Sect Master Li Houzhu and Bai Yuntian all changed their faces and lost their voices.

They all came to the conclusion from their own calculations that the rise and fall of their respective sects were closely related to Zhao Xiang.

It can be described in eight words, "one is prosperous and one is lost".

The two of them were both Saint-level Zun Gods, and they were powerless to change the power of the Thunder Mill.

Only looking at the majestic golden clouds above the nine heavens, their faces all showed worried and anxious looks.

Cultivators below the Divine Venerable Realm couldn't feel it, but in the Divine Soul Soul of the Saint Venerable level like them, they found out what kind of vast and powerful aura of destruction that the huge golden cloud in the sky contained.

In the face of this aura of destruction, even these Saint Venerables felt infinitely small!

This is definitely not the breath that they can compete with or even defeat!

In the face of this kind of aura, they have only one way to die!

The supreme coercion that emanated from the faint emanation made their clothes flutter and hunt.

There was nothing else they could do, because this was the first time they had seen it in their long years of monasticism.

He had no choice but to look up at the huge golden clouds above with a solemn face, and prayed silently for Zhao Xiang.

At the same time, many strong people gathered around the Thunder Mill Disc within a radius of millions of miles were discussing one after another.

"Do any of you know why this thunder mill turned golden?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it even in the records of the sect, it's really evil!"

"This catastrophe of destruction is really weird, is it really a catastrophe of destruction?"

"Such a huge golden thunder, this, this ......"

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After discussing the matter for a moment, all the strong people's divine thoughts fell silent.

Looking at the facial expressions condensed by divine thoughts, no one could tell what was going on with each other.

Millions of miles of golden clouds stretched across the nine heavens, and on this day, countless figures of the Hongmeng Emperor looked up at the sky.

On this day, countless powerhouses of the advanced interface, although they had not come to observe in person because of their scruples, no matter who they were, as long as they were not in retreat and cultivation, they all separated a trace of divine thoughts or souls, and traveled through countless spaces to the southern edge of the Hongmeng Emperor to observe and gain insight into the truth and secrets of this catastrophe of destruction.

Such a catastrophe of destruction was triggered by a small cultivation of the Great God Realm at the peak of the early stage, which was also rare, but what made all the strong gods feel even more surprised and frightened was that this little monk named Zhao Xiang had suffered for so long in the thundercloud grinding plate, and they were all afraid of him in their hearts.

And Zhao Xiang, who caused this catastrophe of destruction, frowned lightly at this moment, sensing that the thirteen fist-sized divine rings that constantly emitted golden light actually grew up wildly in their respective places at a speed visible to the naked eye at the moment when the thunder mill turned golden.

As soon as Zhao Xiang's soul fluctuated, he immediately saw the thirteen divine rings at this time, all of which were very different from before.

The original peanut-sized divine ring expanded more than 10,000 times as if inflated, and suddenly became a huge ring, and shone brightly in the thunder millstone, hanging in the mill space like thirteen golden suns, making the originally black space suddenly resplendent and beautiful.

Not only that, but the thirteen divine rings suddenly split and merged in the space, hovering and flying up and down.

After a breath, the thirteen rings immediately merged into one and became an incomparably tall altar.

Around the enlarged altar, two large golden characters appeared like gold casts.

"Devour!"

These two words appear directly in front of the altar.

The moment it appeared, it flew up and down around the altar, and at the same time exuded a supreme heavenly might.

At the moment when the two words "devouring" that were nearly a square circle and seemed to be made of pure gold were hovering around the altar, the thunder mill disc covering a radius of millions of miles was dyed into a thorough gold millstone, whether it was the god of the Hongmeng Emperor, or the gods of all the strong people who came across the air, and at the same time saw that the two huge seal characters of "devouring" on the golden mill were more and more clearly raised from the surface, and radiated seemingly endless golden rays.

"This and this, this movement is too big, right?"

Looking at the huge word "devouring" in front of him, and the thunderclouds that turned into a golden ocean, Zhao Xiang's pupils shrank slightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he understood in his heart that the altar that had absorbed the origin of yin and yang thunder had undergone earth-shaking changes, but this change was too strong, and it actually made the strongest magical power of the altar known to everyone in a self-promoting way.

Isn't this a good thing, doesn't this understand pushing yourself to the top of the wind?

Wouldn't my cultivation path be more dangerous because of this?

Boom - At this moment, the tall thirteen-story golden altar in front of Zhao Xiang suddenly made a loud noise.

Then, the sea of thunderclouds that had been dyed golden immediately rose layer after layer of terrifying waves.

A burst of earth-destroying golden qi burst out from the altar.

A moment later, the entire Golden Thunder Mill also began to tremble.