Heavenly Dao, who was whipped away by the thunder whip, fell to the bed, and finally landed on the clouds and mist of the heavenly realm, his face was pale and he was spitting blood, but he was still sneering.

Then, he stood up.

His movements were a little difficult, and his feet trembled slightly, until he gradually stabilized, although it was also slow, but there was a hint of firmness in the slowness, and finally he seemed calm and chic.

Because he stands straight, he looks tall and noble.

He looked up at the void above his head, where the thunder stretched out.

Then he let out an angry roar that shook the earth.

"Ah....... ”

With a grief from him, his body rose again.

Ten zhang, 100 zhang, 10,000 zhang, 100 million zhang .......

Until the sky stands on the ground.

The sturdy and thick arms stretched out, and the five fingers formed a palm, and between this grip, there was an infinite flow of mysteries, and the uncertain brilliance of the Dao Dao emanated outward from the palm until it spread into the void, and the thunder whip that struck again.

"Mystery, shackles. ”

Tiandao's face was extremely solemn, like a servant who prayed to the heavens in ancient times, and his voice was ** and solemn. At the same time, obscure utters poured out of his mouth in an orderly manner like beating elves.

Immediately afterward, the infinite meaning that spread to the Thunder Whip differentiated into endless silk threads, and then continued to rotate until it became a small storm vortex, which was so tightly wound around the Thunder Whip that the Thunder Whip could not break free for a while.

So out of the void, there was an even thicker whip, which struck very skillfully at the infinite meaning of the uncertain, as if to free the original thunder whip, but without success.

It's like a father who tries to break down the endless barriers around his child, but he never gets it.

The divine realm used the heavenly realm to trap him, and he used the mystery to trap the thunder.

"You can't break free from it, and you can't break it, because it's not a thing, it's your shackles. “

Tiandao said. He said it with pride, this was the mystery he had newly realized in the endless years he had been trapped in the heavenly realm, and he had specially restrained this thunder that had tormented him for endless years.

He was confident that even if the thicker thunder whip attacked him, he would be able to restrain it in the same way.

Like it says, it's not a thing, it's a shackle of itself.

On the battlefield, the one who knows you best is always the enemy who has fought with you all your life.

Therefore, the one who knows the Thunder Whip best is naturally the Heavenly Dao who was tortured by it to die and live without dying.

The immortals practice the law, and the gods practice the mysteries.

Regardless of the law and mystery, it is omnipresent and all-pervasive, so it can be omnipresent.

A stone has its laws, and a grain of dust has its mysteries.

Therefore, the Heavenly Dao successfully comprehended the shackles that belonged to the Thunder Whip.

……

Heavenly Dao sneered, sneering because it already had the means to deal with the Thunder Long Whip.

Then he sneered again, sneering at the fact that the immortal he regarded as an ant had not even left, and was still watching his performance dumbfounded.

Tiandao looked at the immortal and smiled evilly: "It's very exciting, right, do you want to watch it if there are more exciting ones?"

He didn't forget that it was this ant that woke him up with his humble spiritual power, and in the end, because he was attracted by this ant, he was accidentally whipped by the thunder whip, and although he successfully fought back, he still suffered a lot of internal injuries.

With such a initiator, how could Heavenly Dao give up the pursuit?

After solving the big problem of his henchmen, his mood seems to be more peaceful.

I saw him take a step in the direction of the immortal with his hands behind his back, and a door also appeared in front of him, which was more magnificent and more exquisite than the door that was born after the immortal life before.

He stepped into that door, and when he reappeared, he had already reached the boundary of the Heavenly Realm, and Heavenly Dao knew that he would never be able to cross it again.

So he didn't do useless work.

He just gently stretched out a hand, which was very large, covering the sky and the sun, and the pores on his hand were very fine, but they were like mountains.

Then the hand struck over the edge of the heavenly realm, and the edge did not tremble, for it was strong.

However, the wisps of mystery have come out through the edge, and the indescribable mystery brilliance is like the Ling belt in the fairy's wide sleeves, small, delicate, and swift.

……

It is true that Xiansheng did not go, because he did not want to go.

He wanted to see the battle of a god's mansion, an opportunity he had in his life to risk a little.

Chaowen said, death in the past is enough.

Not to mention, Xiansheng thought that he had left the Heavenly Realm, and the Heavenly Dao had no way to take him.

However, it is clear that Xiansheng underestimated the ability of the Heavenly Dao, or rather, Xiansheng underestimated some basic abilities as a god.

For example, you say?

For example, what mortals say about fighting cattle across the mountains, such as the dream of mortals to create something out of nothing, turning stones into gold, and creating things out of thin air.

Immortals will be all possible, and the gods will be all impossible.

The mystery of the fairy belt is indeed fast, and in a moment, it is in front of the immortal.

However, before the immortals could react, the slightest wisps of mystery were transformed into a huge hill and smashed head-on towards the immortals.

Although it is an illusion, the hill is indeed more real, it is a real mountain.

"Boom ......"

With a loud bang, the immortal was born in the air and fell in response.

It fell under the clouds, fell to the ground, and then sank into the dust, into the dirt.

Xiansheng's eyes were closed, and he was in great pain.

The immortal body of the immortal emitted a flickering and dim protective light, and the light was like residual wax in the wind, as if it would be extinguished at any time.

In a short time it was extinguished in the dust.

Immediately after, there was a soft "bang", like the sound of a crockpot shattering.

It sounded in the dirt.

It rang in the dust.

Passed into the air.

Through the clouds, he came to the heavenly realm, and through the ears of the heavenly dao.

The way of heaven is huge, burly, and the way of heaven is smiling.

The voice continued to go up, reaching the immortal realm, the immortal emperor fell, and all the immortals wept.

The voice was faint, tired, even a little dazed, but it quickly became firm, as if there was an obsession supporting it, and it continued to go up.

Then, it went upwards and took its last breath.

The fairy world is a heavy heaven, and the fairy world is a double heaven...... , the Nine Heavens of the Immortal Realm.

"Whew....... ”

It picked up speed suddenly, like the final sprint of a long-distance runner, or like the return of a dying old man.

Anyway, he was extremely loud and fast at this time.

It quickly swept past the mirror and stopped in a beautiful palace.

Then it dissipated, but there was still an aftermath that reverberated through the palace.

It echoed in the delicate ears of a woman who was cultivating in the palace.

The woman was wearing an aqua blue wide-sleeved god dress, so beautiful that she was full of mysteries, like a goddess.

She was originally the daughter of the Divine Realm, the undisputed strongest of the younger generation of the Divine Realm, the only goddess in the minds of all the gods in the Divine Realm, and the spiritual leader in their minds.

Her name is Yi Zhongqing.

Yi Zhongqing raised his bright eyes, and his gaze passed through the endless space, landing in a mortal earth.

Then she muttered to herself, "I haven't come yet, how dare you die?"