All the ancient kings shot together, if it was at the peak, they were not afraid, after all, they had two great sages on their side, but now they were different, they were extremely weak. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

More than a dozen beams of light shot out, completely sealing the sealing bet. There is nothing a madman can do, he can't stop everyone alone.

The copper warship quickly rose into the air, and the divine source block containing the primeval sage was knocked down, and the distance became farther and farther away.

Wang Ming was anxious, but he was powerless to change anything, and watched as the bronze warship disappeared into the sky and rushed to the extraterritorial battlefield.

"Senior..."Wang Ming shouted, pondering and meditating, feeling that there was only one secret method that might be able to make a meritorious contribution and spread it to the sky.

The only thing he was worried about was that if the mad Dao man touched the Eight Forbidden Realms, this secret would be invalid, and unless he broke through his own shackles, he could display the supreme divine power of this secret!

The moment Wang Ming passed on the secret method, the mad Taoist also laid down a divine thought, which entered his heart, causing him to tremble.

Six realms of reincarnation!

This terrifying fist technique is the most suitable combat technique for Wang Ming, who is unparalleled in flesh and shell, and it will definitely make him leap up in the future.

"Don't let him get lost. ”

The mad man's eyes were indifferent, and he confronted many ancient kings, this was the last imprint he left, as if he was explaining the aftermath, and then disappeared from the sky with the primeval saints.

"Big brother of the madman!" Wang Ming shouted.

Going outside the territory is a dead end, and there is no hope of life at all, and people know that this may be the last time they will see the great sage of the human race.

The resolute face, the indomitable spirit, and the back that never returned, left an indelible impression on the world.

Even if you die, you will kill all the saint-level ancestors on the ancient ship! The words of the mad Daoist are domineering and powerful, and they seem to be echoing in people's ears.

This is a legend of a saint, which is not visible in the world, and it is short-lived, but it is also extinct......

A few days later, a piece of copper fragment from the depths of the heavens, stained with the holy blood of the human race, fell on the land of the Ziwei Ancient Domain, telling an earth-shattering and tragic battle.

Since then, the saints have not appeared, the primeval great sages have not come, the ancestors have disappeared, and the great sages of the human race have never appeared again.

"For the sake of the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, the blood of the Terran saints stained the extraterritorial ......" Many people cried.

Xuandu Cave Jingshi, the purple rock towers, the cliff is smooth and clean, the square grass grows, the ginseng zhi is spitting, the unicorn lies alone under the bluestone, the silver practice falls, the mist is steaming, the spirit birds are flying, and the old medicine is fragrant.

On this day, in the territory of Taiqing Sheng, the Eight Views Palace, which has been in the world for a long time, suddenly appeared, the purple tiles flowed, the ancient hall was misty, as if it was located outside the thirty-three layers of the sky, and suddenly came out.

A man with an ordinary appearance, not a tall stature, and an ordinary man walked out, with some resemblance to the dead Xuantan between the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.

He sighed softly, stood in the Taiqing Holy Realm, stood in front of the Eight Views Palace, and stared at the broken mountain outside the Xuandu Cave.

"Xuantan is dead, I spoiled you, I know that you are flying and domineering, and sooner or later you will suffer a big loss, but I never thought that it would be goodbye. ”

Speaking of this, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and he swept away the peace of Fang Cai, like two magic lamps, shooting out two divine rays dozens of miles long.

At the same time, the purple qi was immense, reaching up to the clouds for three thousand miles, and he was shrouded in infinite purple qi, like a saint, unfathomable.

"Xuantan is at fault, but after all, he is my younger brother, and he can't die in vain. His words were peaceful, but they were quite amazing, and they could be heard in the wilderness, and I don't know how many miles they had spread.

On this day, Master Xuandu, the owner of the Eight Views Palace, came out of Guan Yixian, and only said one sentence, he wanted to kill a person, and he made a picture scroll and presented it.

That's all, but it also shook all sides!

Master Xuandu, a mysterious and powerful young powerhouse, had defeated the sect leaders of all parties ten years ago, and no one knew his origin.

In the same year, he stayed in the dusty Eight Views Palace and became the master of the Taiqing Holy Realm, shaking the world.

Countless years ago, an old Taoist priest riding a bull once stepped on the starry sky, opened the Xuandu Cave, and built the Eight Views Palace, with a purple gas of 30,000 miles.

This place became a sacred land, and no one knew how powerful the man named Lao Tzu was, and finally disappeared, leaving a secret place empty.

Many people have searched for it, but they have all returned in vain, and in the end, Master Xuandu, a young leader of the generation who has defeated the sect leaders of all parties, carries the great fortune of heaven and earth, passes by the path, and stays in the Eight Views Palace.

Ten years have passed, and people no longer know how powerful this young man who has risen like the fairy king in myths and legends is!

Now, when he went out of the customs like this, he only highlighted that he wanted to kill a person, which naturally attracted the attention of all directions.

However, he didn't come out in person, and went to retreat again, and his cultivation had reached an extremely critical period, and he didn't seem to want to waste any time.

However, he has spoken in this way, and someone will do it for him, and his rise will be unstoppable, and there are some great forces that are friendly with him, and they will accomplish all this without their hands.

Everyone knew that the young man on the picture scroll was in danger, and most of them would be beheaded before Master Xuandu came out.

"What a big aura, when a word comes out, the four directions move, is it comparable to the majesty of a saint?" Wang Ming had a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

It has been a month since the battle outside the territory, and the ancient ship has never returned, only a piece of purple copper stained with human holy blood has fallen to the ground.

After the First World War, the Great Sage of the Terran Race never appeared again, and Wang Ming looked up to the sky and lamented, he knew that it was a bloody ending.

The mad Dao man did not let a primeval ancestor return, and sprinkled his blood in the sky in exchange for the peace of the human race, but people could hardly see him again.

When a saint dies, a long song should be cried. But time can erase everything, and after only a month, everything on the earth has calmed down again.

In the past month, Wang Ming has walked on the earth, but he understands the world, but he has explored the Eight Views Palace of Xuandu Cave in the Taiqing Holy Realm, and finally has a certain understanding.

During this period, he was also doing his best to refine a dried Divine Source Shell, not wanting to have a catastrophe in the future.

A few years ago, after he suddenly entered the starry sky from the ancestral star, when he encountered the bronze warship for the first time, he brought out a corpse with a dragon's head.

Now that I think about it, the Ancient King is not dead at all, but the life yuan has dried up, and there is only the last trace of life qi.

This is a big trouble, once given a chance to get the essence replenished, most of them will recover in the future!

However, what made him feel a little at ease was that the ancient king could not take the initiative to absorb the life essence, as long as he suppressed it well, he should not be able to resurrect it.

For a month, while cultivating, he used the Fighting Saint Technique to evolve the black hole, devouring the Divine Source Shell, and seizing the last trace of life qi contained within, hoping that this saint would never have any hope of resurrection.

"Ten years ago, Master Xuandu defeated all the sect masters, and then obtained the inheritance of the Eight Views Palace of the Taiqing Holy Realm, and now I don't know how powerful it is. ”

"That person killed his brother, is it because he has a long life, and even the owner of Xuandu Cave dares to provoke him. Incomprehensible. ”

Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, Luzhou, many people are talking about this matter and expressing different opinions.

Not long after Wang Ming came to the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, his appearance quickly spread all over this continent, and he did not have a prominent battle, but he became a famous figure.

Of course, it was not a glow, many people felt that he was a mortal person, offending the generation of Tianjiao Xuandu mages in Luzhou, it was almost equivalent to half of the death.

"It's really majestic!" Wang Ming was not in a very good mood, the blood of the mad Taoist was stained in the sky, and a doomed ending made it difficult for him to calm down.

He paid such a price for this ancient star, and he also made some efforts, but he didn't want to have a grudge against a strong person, and others would also kill him.

Of course, there were not many people who had seen Wang Ming in that battle, only some people from Tianyuan City followed, saw the power of the sage, and paid attention to Wang Ming a few times.

"It's a little familiar, when the Great Sage of the Terran Race fought against the Ancient Ancestor King, this young man made a move today and sent out a black gourd!"

"It seems to be him, and there is something like it. ”

In Tianyuan City, several sect leaders were amazed, and the person who Master Xuandu wanted to kill was painted into a picture scroll and passed out, almost the same as the young man who was Bei that day.

They have questions, but they won't change anything, and the vast majority of people in other regions of Luzhou don't know, and they are all watching quietly.

"Master Xuandu has a few sworn brothers, but they can't leave, one is Duanmu Ming, the son of Taiyin, the other is Lu Yao, the sixth prince of the Jinwu clan of the Fusang Divine Tree Country, and the other is the Three Missing Daoists of the Ancient Taoist Temple on the Underworld. ”

"These people can't leave, and under the predicament that Master Xuandu can't close his eyes and can't make a move, most of them will kill that shrug off person on his behalf. ”

The people talked about it, and they were all in awe.

Duanmu Ming, the son of Taiyin, Lu Ya, the sixth prince of Jinwu, and the three missing Taoists of the ancient Taoist temple in the Underworld, are the leaders of the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, and they are located on different continents, and they have long been famous all over the world, and they all have great origins.

"It is said that Lu Ya, the sixth prince of the Golden Crow, passed by Luzhou because of something, do you think he will stop and stop specifically to kill the young man today?"

"The Three Missing Daoists of the Ancient Daoist Temple on the Underworld Ridge may also come, it is said that he will escort half a page of mysterious scriptures, go to the Holy King Hall to exchange another half page, and pass by Luzhou, will he make a move?"

When Wang Ming learned all this, he couldn't help frowning, just listening to the names of those people, he knew that there must be a big origin!

The crown prince of the Jinwu clan lives on the Fusang Sacred Tree, is it really the clan in ancient mythology? Wang Ming shook his head, feeling that this was unlikely. The golden crow that followed him a long time ago is still thirty-three days now, and now I don't know what to do......

Alas, it may be an enemy of the people of the Golden Crow...... Wang Ming sighed secretly.

Hadesling, an ancient Taoist temple, even half a page of scriptures must be supported in this way, how extraordinary can it be, to exchange with the Holy King's Palace, is it not the immortal scripture?

Although Wang Ming frowned, he didn't have any fear, and now he is a saint-level figure, practicing ancient scriptures, and his flesh and shell are incomparable, so there is no need to live aggrieved.

"Even if I am in the myths and legends of the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, I am not bullied. ”

This ancient source of life does not have immortal soldiers, but it is extremely prosperous, there are various ancient laws, and it has been inherited for a long time.

After becoming a saint-level figure, what he is most afraid of is the deterrence of the immortal king soldiers, and now there is no such supreme holy relic hanging over his head, he has the speed of the law, and the world can get it.

Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, which has long been circulated in the Middle Ages, has many legends, Wang Ming guessed that when there was an ancient road connecting the two places, he wanted to find out.

At the same time, he also had a guess that the Ancestral Star did not lack Extreme Dao weapons, and most of them were related to the disappearance of the Immortal King Soldiers in the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain and even other ancient lands.

"Ancestral Star, most of them have secrets that no one knows, maybe this place has an ancient road that connects to that star field. ”

Perhaps you can find an ancient path on this ancient star.

Tianluo Mountain, a prestigious place, has given birth to seven generations of Tianqiao since ancient times, and is a holy land of the demon clan.

Facing today, the old wolf god, the owner of Tianwolf Mountain, is unfathomable, has a great prestige in Luzhou, and on this day ushered in his 2,800-year-old birthday after becoming a human.

In Luzhou, many great sects have people come to congratulate their birthdays, and many of them have come in person, which is a rare event.

Wang Ming also came, looking at the wolf mountain in the distance, majestic and majestic, the green gas is steaming, and at the same time it is extremely magnificent, many thousands of waterfalls hang down, and there are ancient god trees growing between the cliffs.

Look carefully, this ancient mountain is like a divine wolf with a howling moon, lying in front of it, with a wisp of immortal divine power, and the huge cliff rift, like a wolf's mouth, is swallowing Puhua.

Today, there are many people who come in and out of the Heavenly Wolf Ancient Mountain, all of them come to celebrate the birthday of the old wolf god, and all of them are famous powerhouses or rising stars of various ethnic groups.

Wang Ming decided with speed, climbed the ladder to the sky, regarded all kinds of ancient formations as invalid, passed the Jedi step by step, and came to a magnificent mountain villa.

Although he didn't have an invitation, but with this mastery alone, the Heavenly Wolf disciple in front of the door didn't dare to slack off, so he welcomed him in respectfully.

The 2,800-year-old wolf god has already explained, but those who do not have an invitation, and the monks who come in by themselves with strong strength must also be treated as honored guests.

"There are also people from the Holy King's Palace, the old wolf god has a big face, and there are top people in the temple to congratulate him on his birthday. ”

"That's wrong, it's just by the way, when it was the three missing Daoists who came out to guide the ancient Taoist view on the Stygian Ridge, in order to exchange that half page of scriptures. ”

"It's just a half-page of scripture to be exchanged, and these two great divine lands are so vigorous and solemn, is it not possible to achieve half a page of scriptures!?"

At this moment, several rays of sun true fire passed through the sky, dazzling, and several young people in golden feathers landed, all of them had long golden hair, like divine gold, and their eyes were golden.

At this time, there were many people in the villa, and it was very lively, and many of them were big people who were mostly majestic, and there was no shortage of top sect leaders.

Not to mention the younger generation, they are all heroes of all ethnic groups, but at this time, their expressions have changed, and many people are careful to dodge, for fear of colliding with these young people of the Jinwu clan.

"This is the person of Lu Crow, the sixth prince of the Golden Crow clan, he really came, and he wants to stop in Luzhou to help his sworn brother Master Xuandu?!"

People felt a sense of tension, and everyone knew that Luzhou was probably not calm.