Thick dark clouds covered the entire sky above the mass grave. Red thunder flickered and crackled, and a terrible pressure, terrible, terrifying, was coming over the world.

"What is this?!"

Jiang Fanxiao's face changed, and the surging power in his body suddenly stopped.

How can you forget this feeling?

He's all too familiar!

"The end of the world!"

He gritted his teeth.

More than two years ago, he broke through the Xuanxian area here, triggering a devastating disaster. Now, he wanted to enter the Sanqing region and once again attract the familiar Thunder Light Extinction, which made his eyes extremely cold. He was sure that once he continued to fight Sanqing, Tian Lei would strike first.

Only the presence of the Divine Heavens could trigger this difficult day. He tasted it once when he was in Xuanxian. Now, after reaching the realm of Sanqing, he also attracts the same thunder. He could almost predict that when he attacked Luo Tianjing the next time, disaster would definitely strike again.

"Thief, my God!"

His eyes were bitterly cold.

The divine power in the body gradually became stable. Jiang Fanxiao grew up and no longer attacked the Sanqing region. His eyes were grim as he scanned the ruined mass graves, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile like a magic statue.

"It's not bad either. It's just a sacrament for some. ”

He said coldly to himself.

The cold gaze swept across the square, and he finally didn't stop at this place, directly tore through the void and stepped over in one step. Three hours later, an abandoned island opened, and Jiang Fanxiao walked out of the island.

It is a very large island, surrounded on all sides by the Red Sea with rolling waves. The waves splashed on the stone embankment and made strange noises, as if someone was crying, giving a sense of evil.

"Sunset Sea ......"

Jiang Fanxiao said softly.

A few years ago, there were many indigenous people on this island, but now, this place has become an uninhabited island. The huts are still there, but most of them are broken and can no longer be lived in.

"Shout!"

The sea breeze rolls up from the front and smells like silk.

Jiang Fanxiao glanced around, his eyes were very flat. He stepped on the void, not very fast, not very slow. After taking dozens of breaths, he stepped onto the water, came to the depths of the sea of sunset, and stopped in the center.

"This is ...... here"

He whispered to himself.

Two rounds of silver suns condensed into shape in his eyes. He stretched out his right hand, palm down, and a bright golden light was blasted out, creating a spatial tunnel for life.

"Huh!"

The voice sounded, and he disappeared into the sea in an instant.

After taking a few breaths through the exploding space tunnel, Jiang Fanxiao appeared on another shattered piece of Earth. The four fields were barren mountains, littered with destructive air fluctuations and shattered corpses.

"Buzz!"

The lights flickered, and Jiang Fanxiao raised the defensive screen and slowly moved forward.

This space was once a legacy left by the sun's ancestors. Then Xiaoqing got the ancient "Sun Sutra", and then this space began to self-destruct. I think very few people escaped alive at first. Most of them died in this place.

There is still terrible oppression in the damaged space, but for Jiang Fanxiao today, this is really nothing. His physique was already far beyond Sanqing's level, and this kind of pressure could not hinder him at all.

"Huh!"

He disappeared from his place like a rainbow and soon appeared in front of a temple.

Without hesitation, he raised his right hand and rushed out of the golden mang, directly blasting the fragments in front of him. He walked in, and soon appeared in a flat place, in front of a collapsed road.

"Boom!"

After coming here, Jiang Fanxiao's body shook violently, and he felt tremendous pressure everywhere.

In this regard, Jiang Fanxiao was not surprised.

He walked forward under tremendous pressure, his body squeaking, stronger than the ancient kings of Sanqing, and there was a sharp pain. There was no crisis around, but he looked serious.

Finally, he walked to the broken platform.

A faint golden glow appeared in his hand. In his eyes, two silver suns were spinning. He did it himself. Little by little, he cleared the rubble in front of him and found a dried corpse underneath.

"Senpai, I'm sorry. ”

Jiang Fanxiao saluted seriously.

In the pile of rocks, the withered remains sat silently like dead trees without the slightest fluctuation of life. Yet, even so, the oppression it brought was staggering, even more terrible than the initial catastrophe.

This is the Father of the Sun!

This is the remains of a holy god!

Jiang Fanxiao found here, not for other reasons, but because of this dead corpse.

Facing the body at close range, Jiang Fanxiao felt severe pain. Although he was very powerful, Xuan Xian's peak achievements surpassed the physique of the ancient kings of the Three Qings, but there was still a feeling that he would die to pieces.

It is a holy day.

"Please forgive me for being disrespectful!"

Jiang Fanxiao saluted again.

"Buzz!"

The subtle surge of the divine rays sustained the mysterious little world within him.

The seven-colored lake of the gods is covered with microwaves. The ancient hibiscus tree swayed with a loud bang, glowing with a blazing light, enveloping the dry corpse. Jiang Fanxiao immediately felt that the pressure on his shoulders was weakened by most of the pressure. He didn't hesitate. The mysterious little world crushed him down and collected the dry bones on the spot.

"Boom!"

In an instant, the small world in his body suddenly shook.

However, it was only for a moment. Everything calmed down. Jiang Fanxiao turned himself into a small world with his mind, and found that the dead corpse appeared on the surface of the colorful lake, kneeling cross-legged at the bottom of the ancient Fusang tree, with a serene expression.

"Yes, the ancient Fusang tree was originally a sacred relic of the Sun family."

Jiang Fanxiao was not surprised.

He glanced at the space, where the atmosphere was spectacular, with the occasional few geese flying through the sky. Not far from Xiaolin Village, several reindeer poked their heads out and quickly jumped into the depths of Xiaolin Village, raising a little gray dust.

"It's a real world. ”

Jiang Fanxiao's eyes flashed with a divine glow.

After absorbing the heaven and earth breath of the immortal ancestors, this small world became more stable. Jiang Fanxiao closed his eyes and clearly felt the vastness of this small world, with blue skies and white clouds, mountains and rivers, pregnant with more creatures.

This is his biggest reliance now.

He took one last glance at the withered remains under the ancient Fuso tree, and Shen Nian retreated from space. The statue still stands on the edge of the broken platform. He didn't stop, strode forward, and walked out of the temple.

"Boom!"

The iron fist was raised, and the solid directly blew open a spatial tunnel.

He could see the red water source of the Sunset Sea, glittering outside, disappearing directly into the earth.

He stood on the surface of the sea at sunset, his eyes shining with golden light, staring at the disappearing underwater world below. After a dozen breaths, he shook his head, his eyes were cold, and he tore through the void again and left far away.

"Cameroon!"

The gap opened up miles away, and he stepped out.

Hanging outside is Zhan Zhan's bid. He didn't stop and walked straight into the distance. Rochin and the others are hunted by three ancient tribes and three hidden tribes. The Demon Clan, Hunter Ancestor and the others did not make any moves. He was acutely aware that something was wrong. Suffice it to say, they cannot sit idly by.

After a few dozen breaths, he appeared in front of a dark canyon.

This is the Yinchuan Valley, which is shrouded in a thick fog all year round.

Jiang Fanxiao appeared here, he frowned, and walked straight forward.

"Bang!"

But in the next moment, he was directly bounced back, and the pain in his body was unbearable.

"Huh?"

Jiang Fanxiao wondered.

The space in front of him was so transparent that he could even see everything inside. But even so, he couldn't get in and was bounced three times in a row, leaving a crack in Earth's indestructible body.

"Enchantment?!"

He was a little surprised.

Yin Shenhua filled his eyes, saying that he was looking straight ahead with his eyes open.

"Is that it?"

He narrowed his eyes.

Tao looked forward to Shen Yan wearing everything. At this moment, in his field of vision, there was a curtain of light in front of him, which was filled with six different divine energy fluctuations. Jiang Fanxiao is no stranger to these six fluctuations, they belong to the Demon Clan, the Shura Clan, the Ghost Clan, the Zhu Clan, the Xia Clan, and the Wu Clan.

The cold light passed through his eyes, and he vaguely guessed something.

"Damn it!"

The murder in his mind becomes more intense, causing cracks to appear in the space around him. In the distance, a huge rock was directly pressed under the breath of the Killing Dao, and the residue splattered everywhere.

"Buzz!"

A stone mirror above his head rushed forward, shocked by the sheer power of the gods. He condensed a magic sword and slashed it forward.

There was a loud bang, and the light curtain in front of it shook slightly, then quickly returned to normal. It was Jiang Fanxiao himself, who was directly knocked away by an earthquake-resistant force, and did not destroy the numbness of the body.

"Who?!"

Such a violent fluctuation naturally shocked Yin Chuan Valley first.

A general of the demon race appeared, staring from afar. Then in the next moment, this Xuan Immortal had already been shocked by the demon, and he reached out and rubbed his eyes vigorously, as if he was dreaming.

After a few breaths, the Demon Clan General finally accepted the scene in front of him.

"Young master, you... Really?"

Demon Xuan Immortal said in a trembling voice.

Jiang Fanxiao frowned and stared directly at the six-colored light curtain blocking in front of him. Although he guessed most of the things in his heart, he said, "What's going on? Where are the demon costumes? What are they doing?"

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

"Huh!"

At the moment when he said this, the screen passed through the Yin River Valley, and dozens of figures appeared at the same time.

"Little sir. ”

At the foreground is a White Lich King, who is the Demon Cloak.

"Kid, you've been gone long enough. ”

Hunter Old Ancestor and the others also appeared first, looking at Jiang Fanxiao through the six-color screen.