Heavens!

An ancient myth.

Perhaps for today's era, the heavens and all races have only reached the ancient times when they go back to the ancient times.

After all, just the ancient years, a long hundred and eight epochs have passed, not to mention the Middle Ages, the Ancient Ages, and the Ancient God Era.

Each epoch is a total of 108,000 years, and too many things can be annihilated by a long time, but the legends of the heavens have been handed down.

One can imagine the implications of this.

Qingyang Huan has understood that he is completely on the cusp.

There's no way, don't talk about those foreign races in the mountains and seas right now, even some strong people within their own human race, they can't wait to bite themselves and taste what it's like to be one in the heavens.

After staying in Wanyuan for a few days, sitting cross-legged on the cold cliff, even though the wind was howling, it still couldn't extinguish the blazing flame in his heart.

This is the throbbing before the storm falls, and it is not so simple to extinguish, and it will take a bloody expedition.

Airplanes!

Purple light flickered in the center of his eyebrows, and with a wave of his hand, it evolved into a wisp of purple fire, swirling in the palm of his hand.

The beating purple fire constantly conjured up all kinds of fierce shadows, showing what kind of agitation his next fortune was.

He has now become a magnet, attracting the eyes of the heavens and all the worlds all the time.

The Heavenly Dao is too dazzling, like the sun hanging high in the sky, covering the starlight of the stars in the vast starry sky.

The target of everyone, the vast starry sky, the stars are like the sand of the Ganges, and the only day is so dazzling among the billions of stars, this is his current situation.

Wanyuan World is a little different from Haoyuan, because of its proximity to the periphery of the Guiru World, and the huge crack in the void above Wanyuan, stretching for millions of miles, just enough to attract the divine light of the sun, moon and stars.

The moon rose and sunset, and a dark shadow was covered in Wanyuan, and the wind seemed to add a little chill.

Sitting on the top of the mountain, Qingyang Huan, who was restless in his heart and closed his eyes to recuperate, slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the vast starry sky above Wanyuan.

A meteor fell from the starry sky of the Returning World to the ruins, cutting through the dim space.

Here it comes!

The meteor fell, splashing with the edge of the sword qi, cutting through a major layer of qi guarding the Wanyuan world, and standing on the top of this vast world.

"Lord Jixia Cave Heaven Holy Son is coming, the Jinpeng Emperor clan will come out to greet him!"

The voice was like thunder, and the young man was wearing a white robe, with a simple small sword embroidered on his left chest.

This is the way of the sword in the cave of Jixia, the hundred sons of the gods.

The sonorous and sharp sound pierced the entire continent at once, especially the big city of the Jinpeng clan in the center of Wanyuan.

For a while, countless warriors were awakened by this voice.

Wanyuan, as a ruin world that was taken by the Terrans very early, was not the Jinpeng Emperor Clan at the beginning.

And this is not only a place for the warriors of the Jinpeng clan to recuperate, as the source of the western continent of the Terran race, many tribes and warriors on the land of the Terran tribe use Wanyuan as a resting place to enter the depths of the ruins.

This unbridled voice sounded, causing countless warriors to look up at the sky.

In fact, this is not the first time that it has appeared, and it is not once or twice that the martial artists of Jixia Cave Heaven have come to Wanyuan in such a short period of time.

Every time it is so domineering, it is a cave to the sky, and there are hundreds of schools of thought, representing more than 100 kinds of avenue laws in the ten thousand paths.

It's a pity that today, in the hundreds of schools of thought that are strong, they have also become sunsets, and one generation is not as good as the next.

However, for many ordinary martial artists in Wanyuan, no matter how the Jixia Cave Heaven declined, it was still a behemoth, and it could easily crush them to death.

The domineering momentum swept over Wanyuan, and on the lonely peak in the north of Wanyuan, Qingyang Huan got up and looked at this young martial artist who was shrouded in fierce sword energy.

Naturally, Qingyang Huan's every move was seen by Jian Wuxian, after all, in the entire Wanyuan, there was such an existence squatting on the top of the towering Yunshan Mountain, as if he was waiting for his arrival.

"Which one of the Jinpeng clan are you, come with me, the Holy Son is about to descend to Wanyuan, now gather the warriors of your clan and follow me to meet you." ”

Between the young warrior's words, the sound of the sword hummed, standing high in the sky and overlooking the four directions, his tone was cold, exuding an undoubted charm.

Seeing that Qingyang Huan didn't make a sound, Jian Wuxian frowned, looking a little unhappy.

"You want to disobey the edict of the Cave Heaven, and you and the people behind you cannot afford it. ”

With a little impatience, his tone became more and more cold, and in an instant, a ray of sword light on Jian Wuxian's body evolved.

Airplanes!

However, in an instant, the depths of his pupils were filled with a palm, and the sword light that burst out of his palm melted violently and became extremely docile.

An absolute force completely imprisoned the void he was in, and the spirit sword behind him rang loudly, wanting to get out of the sheath, he was directly pressed into the sword box, letting out a wail.

Syllable!

The palm of his hand was volleyed, and in the eyes of the countless martial artists below, it covered the cheek of this sword path descendant of the Jixia Cave Heaven Princes.

The crisp sound spread throughout the void in all directions, and the sword was blown away by a slap, half of his cheeks were swollen, and he coughed up blood in mid-air, and the red blood was mixed with a little crystal white fang.

"You dare to deceive the teacher and destroy the ancestors!"

The sword that was slapped by the slap stopped in mid-air and roared angrily.

The Jinpeng Emperor Clan has eaten the bear's heart and leopard gall, is this going to completely tear his face with Jixia Dongtian!

However, before he could react, his feet that had been like gods and demons fell from the air.

"How dare you ......"

Immediately after, Jian Wuxian felt that he was being suppressed by a god, and the foot that fell from the sky stepped on his skull.

For a while, the tribal warriors of the Jinpeng Emperor City and the surrounding mountains and wilderness saw a meteor falling from a high altitude.

Thundered!

The roar sounded, and many warriors all subconsciously shrank their bodies and looked in the direction of the roar.

The mountains collapsed and the ground cracked, hot springs surged, and the molten lava deep in the earth rushed into the sky, and the smoke and dust swept through the sky in an instant, and the cracks in the earth spread in all directions.

Hearing this sound made many warriors feel a chill in their backs, and a powerhouse of the King Realm was simply and neatly beaten into the depths of the earth with one palm and one kick.

The most important thing is the identity of this martial artist, the descendant of the sword of the hundred sons of Jixia Dongtian.

Although it is spread in the mountains and seas of the outside world, Jixia Dongtian is known as the Upper Three Gates and the Hundred Schools of Princes, but the way of the sword is one of the most powerful branches of the Earth after the Upper Three Gates among the Hundred Sons of the Princes.

slapped Jixia Dongtian in the face like this, which is tantamount to provoking like Jixia Dongtian.

Stepping on the flames and smoke in the sky, Qingyanghuan walked out, carrying a figure that drooped like a dead dog.

"It seems that Jixia Dongtian is really not good. ”

Qing Yanghuan's words made the captured sword uncomplaining, his face swollen, and he was furious.

"It's really pitiful, it's obviously not good anymore, but I don't know that I can't do it, so arrogant to come to Dase, do you say you're looking for a fight!"

Qing Yanghuan's words, it can be said that every word turned into a sharp sword, piercing the sword's uncomplaining heart, and a huge sense of humiliation filled his chest.

If it weren't for Qingyang Huan to restrain him, he felt that he was going to explode.

"If you dare to make a move against Jixia Dongtian, the Holy Son will not spare you, and the clan behind you will definitely be punished. ”

The humiliated sword roared without resentment.

"Let your holy son come down, I'll take a good look at what kind of person he looks like a dog, how can he take a waste like you. ”

Bang!

The next moment, Qing Yanghuan threw the sword in his hand high without complaint.

Then......

One kick in the air.

The sword that was hit hard in the abdomen suddenly felt pain, and his body curled up like a prawn, turning into a streamer and rolling back in a ball in the direction he came from.

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