The Divine Yang Xuanao quickly intertwined and concluded in the palm of his hand, and continued to disassemble, fragment and reassemble, with more than hundreds of changes between each breath.

One by one, the essence of the mystery of Zhiyang appeared in Qingyang Huan's spiritual world from scratch.

Nine out of nine!

Leaving the Zhiyang Xuanao of the Little Lion King's body, the speed of dissipating between heaven and earth was very fast, so Qingyang Huan had to completely devour it as soon as possible, and then gain insight.

Even so, with the mutual confirmation of his own fire path and the Nine Yang Dao Method, the Zhiyang Xuanao, who ranked in the upper Dao Method, turned into a blazing little sun in his hands.

Perfection!

In a trance, from the moment he stepped into the worship platform, although he did not manifest the title of God, the blessings from human luck still came to him in a steady stream.

Even if it was extracting the Dao Mysteries from between heaven and earth for contemplation, it was five times the speed of insight in the past, not to mention the completed Dao Mysteries that were directly extracted from the body of a half-king martial artist.

Seeing Qingyang Huan's combat power, many Terran Tianjiao below showed a hint of fighting intent in their eyes, such as Ling Aojian, as Ling Aojin's brother, but he is not the heir of the contemporary Lingyun King, but a member of the Lingyun King clan.

However, being able to go from an ordinary clansman to a level comparable to the blood of the first king, he naturally has something extraordinary, and what he has comprehended is the golden path and the way of the sword, a golden light sword, cleansing the realm of kings.

However, Ling Aojin on the side showed a trace of fighting intent in his eyes, and his combat power was comparable to that of the Little Lion King.

However, young Tianjiao like them are among the top of the half-kings, who hasn't made one or two killing moves, even if he was suppressed by Qingyang Huan at the beginning, he also had life-saving killing moves that he didn't control.

However, the little lion king inspired the ancient bloodline, and he was still killed by Qingyang Huan, and he had to admit that Qingyang Huan's combat power was once again superior to him.

It can be said that Qingyang Huan is almost among the top fighters in the first echelon below the top of the heavens.

This is not presumptuous, but the southern and southwestern land of the Terran Race, which is just a corner of the Terran land, and even looking at the entire mountains and seas and wilderness, the heavens and the bottom, it is a small place.

The so-called invitation to fight the heavens is only a small place in the Southern Wilderness, the heavens and all races, the creatures are like the vast stars, as many as the stars, such as the South Wilderness and the southwest of such a small place, it is difficult for the top Tianjiao of the heavens to appear in the ancient times.

That's why he said that Qingyang Huan was a group of people next to the top Tianjiao of the heavens, including himself, who was also a member of this group of people, but in such a situation, the two sides did not really experience life and death, and they were rarely able to distinguish the winner from the loser.

And at this moment, the Dao clan Wuchen, who had already entered the city, was sitting on the back of his flame dragon, looking around at the heavens, with a hint of interest in his eyes, as if everything was so interesting.

His eyes turned to Qingyanghuan's body from time to time, sometimes revealing a touch of contemplation, frowning, and sometimes pinching his hands to divinate something.

All this was targeted by Gu Buxian, and soon he crawled towards the dustless.

"If Zi'er sees it, she will definitely be scared and run away. ”

Climbing onto the back of the flame dragon, the turtle Buxian said to himself, and then he was embarrassed next to Wuchen.

"Hi, friends of the Dao clan, hello, I am the heavens, the starry sky, the endless void, the only two gossip turtles in the world of all races. ”

Wuchen stared at the turtle without an expression.

"Friends of the Dao clan, for the sake of you coming all the way to our family Ah Huan station, the turtle master quietly calculated a hexagram for you, you have a bloody disaster. ”

Wuchen was still expressionless.

"I also know that you ran out until you were in trouble. ”

Wuchen was still expressionless.

"Are all of you cultivators demented? ”

The turtle master naturally didn't have a good temper, and scolded loudly.

Wuchen was still expressionless.

But at this moment, his eyes fell on Qingyang Huan again, and the contemplation in his eyes was even more solemn.

"Hey, hey, don't forget it, your Dao Clan's Luoshui Divine Technique is still a branch from the innate gossip of the human race, something that the turtle master can't count, unless you get the Dao Sect's Luoshui God Tortoise Shell, you can calculate it. ”

Finally, the contemplation in Wuchen's eyes melted away, he looked at Gu Buxian, and said very solemnly: "I went to Daozong, but unfortunately my qualifications can't get the Luo Water God Tortoise Shell." ”

"Then what are you counting, the blind man lit the lamp in vain, isn't this in vain!"

Gu Buxian's words were unceremoniously, but his eyes were dripping and rolling, glancing at Wuchen from time to time.

In the depths of his body, there is an illusory universe starry sky, which derives the heavens and stars, the eight hexagrams, and the most central illusory figure is somewhat similar to Wuchen.

It's a pity that the stars rotate and the gossip is shifted, and it is always difficult to see the illusory figure clearly.

......

In the other direction, looking around the heavens, a sneer appeared on the corner of Qingyang Huan's mouth, recovered his body, and fell back to the city, and the corpse belonging to the little lion king was thrown under the ancient city of Yulin by him.

Blended into the Golden Dao Method, he felt that his Boundless Dao had improved a little again, but he understood that his path was not easy to follow.

Ten thousand Dao, there are too many Dao Fa in heaven and earth, he wants to penetrate them all, he doesn't know how many twists and turns he will experience, and the pseudo-Fa becomes the Fa-rectification, which is simply far away.

And to this situation, the demarcation of strength has become blurred, maybe a martial artist has an epiphany, or a little understanding, will make the combat power improve, but this kind of improvement can not be relied on.

Because to such a realm, if you want to get back on the right track of cultivation, you need to be promoted to the king, for the martial artist who is under the king's moat, as long as the combat power does not reach the level of the king, then the combat power still has the degree of improvement, and the limit of each martial artist is different.

Unless you break the limit, you will be ranked as the king of the taboo.

Even he didn't know what his limit was, and after stepping into the taboo from combat power, he found that an endless ocean appeared in front of him, and the improvement of combat power seemed to have no accurate realm.

In terms of the realm, it is to transcend the true oneness and self, step into the small world of the fetus, and the next step is to open the world.

......

"Damn, the little lion king was actually killed, and after stimulating the true blood of the fox, he was still pierced through the heart, bursting the small world fetus, and even the true blood of the fox was sucked away, is this human race really so terrifying!"

"The southern wilderness and southwest land of the human race is already a sea of horns, and few strong people pay attention to it, how can there be such a powerful warrior. ”

"Being able to create a Dao method that accommodates ten thousand Dao is simply unheard of, a freak that pops up somewhere!"

For a while, the eyes of the alien powerhouses hidden in the depths of the cave became obscure, all kinds of spiritual wills were intertwined, and the eyes were dodging, and there were unruly ones, but more was fear.

......

In the depths of the cave void, the aurora was shining, and a world within a radius of ten miles was directly opened up in the cave void, in which the divine light was pervasive, and a phantom faintly appeared.

In the divine light, a head appeared in the figure, wearing a robe, with a jade buckle on his chest, sitting there with a solemn appearance, at this moment his hands are folded, his eyes are slightly closed, and his mouth is reciting the Bible of Jialuo.

"Cause and effect are all ways, since the Holy Clan has taken a fancy to it, I, Garo, will no longer participate. ”

When the Sanskrit sound subsided, Galamanda opened his eyes, and his pair of pupils evolved into the kingdom of Gara in his eyes, and thousands of Gara were sitting and chanting Brahman, making people obsessed with eternity.

And outside the void of the cave, an illusory holy mountain was covered in the void, and under the sacred tree of the holy mountain, a warrior in a battle robe looked at Jia Luo Toutuo with a sneer, and the bald heads of thousands of chanting that manifested in the depths of his pupils were all blown out of his head.

"Okay, we are also the races of the heavens, don't say that my holy clan eats alone, my holy river eats meat, and you fat head Tuo can also drink some soup. ”

The little saint son didn't care about the tricks of the Gara tribe, in fact, this was the fine tradition of the Gara tribe.

Wherever there is a conquest in the heavens, there will be a Gara, and they look like they are merciful, in order to collect believers after the conquest, once one side is defeated, the Gara will take the opportunity to take advantage of the void.

The Gara needed a huge number of followers, not a single top genius.

Just like this time, the little holy son was to cut down Qingyang Huan, in order to kill the merit of the luck of the southwestern royal domain of the human race, and get the blessing of the holy race's holy path luck, and then promote the holy path fruit rank.

And the purpose of Jialuo Toutuo is to take advantage of the heavy damage to the strength of the Terran Tianjiao after defeating the Terrans, and pull the remaining young warriors with good talents of the Terrans into the Gara Kingdom.

"The Holy River benefactor joked that Gara was originally compassionate, relieving the suffering of sentient beings. ”

The fat head folded his hands and sighed softly.

Hearing these words, the little holy son couldn't help but feel a little tired, and there was an urge to take out the fat head and yell, 'You don't pretend to die'.

As if he felt what the little saint was thinking, the back of the fat head Tuobaoxiang's solemn figure lit up with a halo on the back of his head.

"Lord of the Holy River, you and I are the same kind of people, if you take refuge in my Galo, you and I will sit down and talk about Galamanda Warsaw, wouldn't it be wonderful. ”

A smile flashed at the corner of the fat head's mouth, with a thick gentleness, which made people feel like a spring breeze.

"I don't know which donor of the heavens wants the Holy River donor to make a move to fight with the human race. ”

"Humph!"

The little saint son snorted coldly, the corners of his mouth twitched, how could he not hear the fat head Tuo's secret ridicule of him.

As the Holy Race that exists as a giant in the Heavenly Light Camp, it has always been in charge of the Light Camp, so every time the Terran is conquered, there are some races that obey the orders of the Holy Race.

There was a hint in Fat Toutuo's words, which was to say that he asked the Heavenly Warriors in the Bright Camp to send them to death, and specially let Qingyang Huan kill them.

Although he did exactly that, there were some things that he couldn't say, especially since the Holy Clan was the giant of the Heavenly Light Camp and was in charge of the Light Camp.