A lot of broken images flashed in his heart, the great cosmic power of the great shore made him feel small, he didn't know why there was such a big change when he was about to enter the ancestral star, but he didn't expect that he would survive.

I entered the creation space alone, and after working hard for so long, I finally wanted to see my relatives, but I didn't expect such a big change...... It hurt him to the core. Those people will remember him, right? I may never go back.

Wang Ming is still alive, but he is exhausted and doesn't want to move, not only his body, but his mind is almost exhausted.

This battle with the power of heaven and earth was too tragic for him, especially seeing his broken body and blood in a trance, which made him gloomy, even if the power of the great universe only affected him, it also made him too seriously injured and unable to move.

Relatively speaking, he can be described as an ant body, and the price he paid is too great, many powerful magic weapons have been shattered, and he has almost died of blood.

Not only that, but Jiuding also exploded, turning into fragments, stained with his blood, and was extremely gorgeous at that moment.

The reason why he was able to survive was that the gods in Jiuding protected him from extinguishing a trace of spiritual sense, blocking the earth-shattering blood light with dozens of fragments.

Of course, Jiuding's body is broken but not destroyed, and now the Dharma body left by the Dayu God Emperor has regrouped Jiuding, but Wang Ming needs to be well conceived and recuperated in the future, after all, the injury is too bad.

Bones were splashed everywhere, and of course his body could not be preserved, and it was mixed with blood and mud. But the mysterious breeding space is also like a god's clothes, blocking too much killing and destruction for him.

They are of the same origin, they are the same, and the breeding space protects a drop of true blood for him, which is indestructible, and is included in the blood mud, and has never been cut off by the supreme murderous aura.

The Source of God protected his last indelible mark.

It's just that at that time, he didn't have the slightest ability to speak, and the whole person fell into boundless darkness. Maybe that's death, and he's stepping into that realm.

And it was also at that time that he discovered that the reorganized Jiuding was sprinkled with some light rain beside him, which actually contained his bloodline essence and participated in the repair of his body, and the true body gradually grew.

At the same time, his divine consciousness is also slowly growing.

He had a true body, which was his own flesh and blood, strong and immortal, even if it hit a meteorite. But it only stopped there, he had no law fluctuations, no heavenly order.

He seems to be made of divine gold, strong and not broken, but he can't run the secret art of the past, and he fights for the power of the universe, and it is extremely tragic under the first battle, and the fragments of the avenue are invisible.

He couldn't even move during those times, maybe there were fragments of the Dharma path hidden in his flesh. But it can't be used by him, he can only travel far away alone, floating in the dark cosmic wilderness.

During this time, he seemed to meet the powerhouses of other worlds. He wanted to yell, but he could only watch, unable to move, and watched them go away.

Equally. He also saw the conquest of many strong men, and there were many fragments of magic weapons, stained with blood. Let him mourn in his heart, but there is nothing he can do.

Now that he is in this space, he can move.

After all this time, he didn't know what was going on in the outside world, he didn't know where the old people were, and he didn't even know the results of the dark upheaval.

Now, on this weekday, he will still be accompanied by heart-rending pain, his soul seems to be cut by someone one by one, and his bones seem to be crushed by the fragments of the avenue, to be turned into powder, this is the end of the confrontation with the great power of heaven and earth, although he survived, but it was very miserable.

He was groggy, physically and mentally tired, and there was a kind of heartache, couldn't he go back?

"It's home, this is my home."

The boy's name is Bingyu, a very strange, literal and ordinary name, he is cheerful and optimistic, he is only fourteen years old this year, but he is more powerful than adults. Otherwise, he would not be able to carry Wang Ming back to the village from the mountain with a brisk walk.

This is a few very ordinary stone tile houses, next to a fish pond, in the most east of the village, the furniture in the house is very old, some years, but the cleaning is very quiet. Bingyu's eyes were clear, and he handed over a dry towel for Wang Ming to wipe his face, and then brought a bunch of clean and soft quilts for him to recuperate.

Wang Ming silently took it, wiped off the muddy water, changed into half-new clothes, and sat there, stunned.

His head still hurts, and when he tries to use his divine consciousness and wants to recover his body, it will always be like this, and the Great Dao has caused him great damage, even if his true body is immortal, there is also a big problem.

If he was an ordinary person, he would have already disappeared, and he was able to survive because of a combination of various reasons.

Wang Ming really wanted to cross the Eight Desolations again and rush into the sky, but he couldn't control his body, he faintly felt that there should be a strong force in his flesh and blood, which was always running, but it was not used by him.

"Ah, how did it get smaller?" At this moment, the young man Bingyu exclaimed, and the Jiuding shrank.

The old man opened his mouth, wanted to say something, and held back.

Wang Ming put it on a rope and hung it on his chest. Looming, there was a hint of white mist.

"You can recuperate here in peace." The young man Bingyu smiled like a sunny smile.

"Thank you." Wang Ming opened his mouth, although his divine consciousness was like being cut by a knife, but in a short period of time, he still captured their divine thoughts and understood the language here.

Perhaps, this is also the hope and signal that he can recover.

"No thanks." The boy scratched his head, with rustic sunshine.

At this time, the old man brought a bowl of hot soup and asked Wang Ming to drink it, although he knew that his origin might be amazing, but he still brought these mortals' water.

"Is this the Ancestral Star?" Wang Ming put away his thoughts and asked, this is the question he is most concerned about at present, and the result is ...... But it was desperate, and his voice was a little shaky at this time.

"Ancestral Star? Do you mean Battlefield of the Gods? Haven't heard of the Ancestral Star. The boy said.

"Have cultivators from the outside world been here?" Wang Ming asked, because he had already seen that the old man was a monk, and although the young man did not know spells, his physique was very strong, and he was not an ordinary person, so he should know about the things in the cultivation world.

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other, showing a suspicious look, and shook their heads together, indicating that they didn't know what he was talking about.

"Are you...... Someone from the outside world? "After a while. The old man asked hesitantly.

Wang Ming was stunned, and soon he understood and knew what kind of place this was, one of the worlds in the great world was actually isolated from the great universe, blocked by the chaotic mist, this was a strange star field.

"The big battles you are talking about, do you mean the battlefield of the gods, rest assured, as long as you don't take the initiative to go in and participate in the war, under normal circumstances, the people inside will not come out. Blood plagues are rare. The boy said Icy Rain.

"Battlefield of the Gods?!" The name is easy to make people think of a lot, and Wang Ming's dim eyes emitted an astonishing beam of light.

"Well, over there, we're living next to it." The rain of ice pointed into the distance, a gray land, and at the end of it was the battlefield of the gods.

"A lot of extremely powerful people will come here to compete, all from the outside world......" Wang Ming said softly to himself after understanding this. Without resting, he walked straight out.

"Eh, are you well, it's dangerous there. Cutting people and cultivating people is extremely mysterious. Bingyu shouted.

"I just want to climb the mountain and have a look." Wang Mingdao said that there was no problem with his actions. It's just that he can't fly, and his own Dharma Dao fragments are imprisoned in flesh and blood.

The ice rain followed, not worrying about him. Together with them, they climbed a mountain peak and looked towards the battlefield of the gods, and there were many points of light at the end of the gray earth, as if a divine land was recovering.

"We call it the Great Wilderness here, and that area is vast, much larger than human habitation, and occupies a quarter of the territory of the Great Wilderness."

Great Wilderness, a very strange name......

When Wang Ming heard this, he silently calculated in his heart that this was a continent that was wider than the Ancestral Star Cultivation Realm, but it was really a vast battlefield.

Looming, he could sense that there was a mysterious fluctuation there, spreading out, and in the battlefield, one after another runes were condensed, imprinted into the mountains and rivers.

"Look, the battlefield of the gods is recovering, and it will endure terrible hunting, duels, encirclement and suppression battles, and it is rumored that every time something happens in the outside world, it will come to our gods battlefield to face off, and everyone is a peerless master. I don't know what the outside world is like, but I've heard that there are many places in the world. The young Bingyu said with great interest, very yearning.

"yes, you should be able to go home here, right?" Wang Ming whispered, the fragments of the Dharma Dao were not visible, and the brilliance in his eyes was lacking, but it was even more profound.

At the end of the gray earth, there are not only many points of light, but also some beautiful peaks not far from it, with temples and towers on them, and birds flying.

"Those are a few immortal sects, but it's a pity that I didn't have the opportunity to enter, so it's not suitable for cultivation." The young Bingyu said regretfully.

Wang Ming had already seen that the old man was a monk, but this young man did not set foot on that road, but his muscles and bones were tempered to be extraordinarily strong.

"You're not suitable?"

"Yes, the cultivation speed is too slow, and you can't attract the essence of heaven and earth into your body." The boy whispered, somewhat disappointed.

Wang Ming didn't say anything, the path of cultivation is very difficult, naturally you need to choose one out of ten thousand, it is impossible for everyone to have talent and be suitable for this path.

He had already seen that the young man's physique was very strong, and he could become a world-shattering master among mortals, but it was difficult for him to receive spiritual energy into his body, receive baptism, etc., and could not embark on a further path.

"In life, don't care too much about many things, let yourself be in a peaceful and satisfied mood, always keep it, and you can add to it without worry." Wang Ming comforted.

The young man Bingyu nodded and didn't say anything, but he really longed in his heart to become a monk.

How could Wang Ming not understand his mood, but he didn't say anything more, and walked towards the bottom of the mountain, and when he arrived here unexpectedly, he was surprisingly quiet. He should have died under such suppression, but he had a life to stay, and he did not have the impact of great sorrow and joy.

His head was still very painful, and his soul was cut off, as if there was a nameless qi machine cutting his body, and he even sealed and imprisoned a fragment of the Dharma Dao, sealing it in flesh and blood.

For the next few days, Wang Ming was silent, walking between the village and the fields, breathing in the clear air of the mountains, strolling alone, often lost in thought.

But no matter how hard he tried, his state was still difficult to change, and he couldn't cast spells. However, the agility and strength of the physical body are recovering at an astonishing speed.

After floating in the cold space passage for a long time, he couldn't even move. During this time, he was able to move, but now that he fell to the ground, he deliberately moved his hands and feet, exhaled, and finally felt that his body belonged to him completely.

In the next half month, Wang Ming will face the morning sun in the morning, swallowing the sun and spitting turbidity. Start with the basics. Hope to change the status quo.

And every time this happens. The young Bingyu would come and imitate it, because he knew that Wang Ming must be a powerful cultivator. Otherwise, how could it be possible to collapse the Giant Horn Peak after falling from the sky.

These days, the villagers have been talking about snake spirits in the stone mountain. was smashed by God and killed the snake spirit, only Bingyu and the old man knew that it was actually smashed by one person.

Half a month passed, Wang Ming walked and waved his fists in the fields in the afternoon, and in the early morning and night, he vomited and swallowed the sun. I want to get myself back.

This has indeed paid off, and the physical body is as strong as a dragon, and the speed is like electricity. You can shatter the void with your bare hands, and the explosive power is shocking.

You must know that the fragments of his Dharma Dao have been imprisoned, and now he only has his physical body left, and he can't use a single Dao rule and secret arts.

The young Bingyu only saw it once from afar, and he was shocked as a god. Amazed. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. He had heard Wang Ming say that now he was just using the power of his body, and it was so terrifying just by his physical body, and it was absolutely no problem to capture wild dragons and wild beasts.

Wang Ming tempered his muscles and bones. Lightning-fast as lightning. Jumped. can rush from the village to the top of the mountain in an instant, like a god and demon traveling, and the frightened old man is also beating violently.

Is it true that he didn't use secret arts, and he didn't cast the magic path? The old man felt that his hair stood on end. What a powerful person this must be, the flesh can be so terrifying, and there is no such thing as a human being.

It is to use such a body. Without casting the law, it is enough to kill a powerful demon, this is definitely an amazing person, which shocks the old man.

"I ...... I can't cultivate the Tao, can I teach the way to temper the physical body? The young Bingyu plucked up the courage and asked Wang Ming for advice, his eyes were full of hope and eagerness, and some apprehensions, for fear of being rejected.

"Yes." Wang Ming responded simply, when he stretched his muscles and bones, he did not hide it, and these were the basic movements of some of the most powerful combat skills, let him watch.

A few days later, Wang Ming stopped tempering his muscles and bones, which was no longer meaningful to him, and his physical strength was at the peak for now, but he lacked the fragments of the law.

The rest of the time, he was just walking, as if he was measuring the land, walking in this area for most of the day, and pointing out the ice and rain in his spare time.

Wang Ming sighed lightly, it still had no effect, there would still be heart-rending pain, his soul power was not obvious, he couldn't rush into the sky, it was still the same as in the past, there was no improvement.

Later, he didn't insist on thinking hard, or fished by the pond, or went into the fields to help some villagers plant seedlings, and sometimes he would come back with some game.

On this day, Wang Ming traveled to the battlefield of the gods to have a look, but Bingyu was surprised and hurriedly stopped him, saying that it was very special and that it was better not to take risks.

But Wang Ming had already made up his mind, and he couldn't stop it, so he finally followed and walked to the end of the gray earth together.

At the end of the horizon, those light rains are still flying, the changes in the ancient battlefield are continuing, and the nearby several beautiful peaks are already empty, and a few monks from the Little Immortal Sect have withdrawn, afraid of being affected by the next terrible battle.

"You are not afraid of the two little dolls, why did you come here, it is very dangerous, do you also want to enter the battlefield of the gods to hunt for treasures and hit the immortals?" A bearded man in front shouted.

There, there were more than a dozen monks, and their cultivation was not weak, at least much stronger than those who fled from the immortal sect and moved away, and they were led by the bearded man.

"The little guy hasn't stepped into the cultivation world yet, and he's too bold, hurry up and go home, don't come here to be naughty." A young woman chuckled, as if she was making fun of her, but it was actually a kind reminder.

"We're just coming to see." Bingyu argued.

"Then follow us, don't run around, just take a look outside, and see for a long time." The bearded man said very proudly, carrying a big sword on his back, which was very powerful.

"Thank you, uncle."

This group of people, both old and young, were all loose cultivators, and they came carefully outside the battlefield of the gods, and they all stared at the world inside with solemn expressions.

Ahead, the light rain is sprinkled, like fireworks blooming one after another, and when a large area of light crosses by, it is like a meteor across the sky, very brilliant.

Even Wang Ming was surprised. This place is really mysterious, this world is vast, and there are talismans shining between the mountains and rivers from time to time, as if the ancient immortal caves are about to be opened.

"Those peerless powerhouses should appear soon, I really don't know what this life will look like." An old woman said.

"Those people are indeed terrifying, after leaving this battlefield, they will return to their original cultivation, and they can pick the sun and catch the moon with their hands. Burst the stars. Kamui is in the world, alas! The bearded man sighed, the power of which was terrifying. And only the most powerful people in the world can have it.

Wang Ming found that not only their group of people, but also people in the adjacent area from time to time. Some came in groups, while others were acting alone and on lookout. Moreover, he found that someone had entered, walking into the depths of the vast battlefield.

It is said to be a battlefield, but the scenery of the mountains and rivers is magnificent, there are ancient trees, there are large waterfalls, and the only difference from the outside world is that the light and rain are flying. The transformation of the sigil seal is looming.

"They want to find ancient treasures and hit immortals." The bearded man explained.

Before the war began, some people would enter the battlefield and watch those talismans to gain enlightenment, and even if they were lucky enough, they could find the gods among the mountains and rivers imprinted by the talismans.

This has been the case since time immemorial. At this time, there are people who go in, but of course they take a big risk, because after entering, the Tao will be cut off, and it will take months or even years to recover after coming out. (To be continued......)