In the Valley of the Gods, there was a loud bang, and the four generations of nine-colored goddesses flew out upside down and smashed on a luxurious building.

Under this terrible impact explosion, the building was directly reduced to ruins, bringing up a deep crater.

"Four generations of goddesses are injured!

"It was Wu just now... The voice of the master of the Wu Sect!"

The four generations of nine-colored goddesses flew away, and the gods in the valley were stunned for a moment, and then they all turned their eyes to the dark space around the ancestral god statue.

The statue of the ancestral god shook violently, and the thick black mist that obscured the vision quickly dissipated as if it had been purified.

Immediately afterwards, a young man standing with his hands in his hands appeared in everyone's eyes, with faint news on the corner of his mouth.

He swept his gaze around and nodded slightly, as if greeting everyone.

"Is this the master of the Wu Sect, he looks so young! I can't even feel the fluctuation of divine power on his body!"

"How could a big man who could create a heaven-level force comparable to three generations of gods be as simple as it seemed on the surface? I'm afraid his real age is already more than a million years old. ”

"Is the Douluo Continent already able to give birth to such an existence?"

......

The gods who came later looked at Wu Fang carefully, with a deep surprise in their eyes.

The five generations of nine-colored goddesses and the five generations of charming goddesses successively glanced at the god pit in the distance and then looked at Wu Fang, and their faces were difficult to see.

Previously, they had thought about avenging the nine generations, but now it seems that their thoughts are simply a joke, and even the four generations of gods are not each other's opponents.

"Master, you're out!" Ning Rongrong, Xiao Wu and the others shouted, shaking their arms towards Wu Fang, their faces full of excitement.

Wu Fang smiled knowingly, and appeared beside Tang San and his party in a step.

"Congratulations to the Lord of the Wu Sect for successfully founding the Wu Gate, the fourth heaven-level force in the Divine Realm!" At this time, a man in a purple robe walked out of a large hall not far away, followed by a group of priests, and the red-clothed priest who had initially admonished Wu Fang was also among them, with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"God Valley Lord, I'm afraid only the appearance of heaven-level forces will be alarmed. The four generations of dragon kings and sea gods looked at the purple-robed man with a smile.

"It turns out that he is the supreme helmsman of the Divine Valley!" Hearing the words of the four generations of dragon kings, the eyes of the surrounding gods suddenly fell on the purple-robed man's body, and there was surprise between his eyebrows.

Bang!

With a loud bang, a figure flew out of the deep pit in the distance, and it was the four generations of nine-colored goddesses who had been blasted away by Wu Fang before.

"It's to kill the master of the Wu Sect of the Nine Generations Inheritance! and attack me!" The four generations of Nine Colored Goddesses looked at Wu Fang coldly, and the killing intent appeared in her eyes.

"Boom!"

She made a move, the immortal gold clothes on her body sounded, and the nine-colored divine light was vertical and horizontal, stirring the sky, and directly towards Wu Fang. Wherever the nine-colored god passed, the void instantly collapsed and twisted.

The onlookers retreated one after another, for fear of being affected. After all, the person who made the shot was the fourth-generation nine-colored goddess, the founder of the Caixian Palace!

"Do you think you still need a sneak attack to deal with this seat?" Wu Fang said with a smile, and glanced at the four generations of nine-colored goddesses, seemingly not taking the other party in his eyes at all.

Seeing that the nine-colored divine light was about to reach Wu Fang, Wu Fang's whole body erupted with brilliant golden light.

Boom!

Wu Fang's eyebrows shot out a sword qi, slashing through the clouds, splitting the nine-colored divine light in an instant, and then destroying the body protection light curtain of the four generations of nine-colored goddesses.

The sword qi flashed, and the pupils of the four generations of nine-colored goddesses dilated sharply, but before they could react, the sword qi had already disappeared from their sight.

The next moment, she only felt her body tremble suddenly, followed by the crazy passage of life.

Boom!

With a low roar, the four generations of nine-colored goddesses fell straight from the air and smashed to the ground, the center of her eyebrows was translucent back and forth, and the blood flowed endlessly.

"Four... Four generations of goddesses are dead!"

Looking at the nine-colored goddess on the ground who didn't move and even the primordial gods died, the surrounding gods were stunned for a moment, and then retreated again and again, looking at Wu Fang in horror.

For millions of years, the God Realm has never heard of four generations of gods withering, but on the first day that this Wu Sect Master came to the Upper Realm, he killed a four-generation god!

"No... It's impossible to ......" Looking at the corpse on the ground, the eyes of the five generations of goddesses were scattered, she did not take revenge for the four generations, but retreated again and again as if she had lost her soul, and there was only fear left in her eyes when she looked at Wu Fang again.

"Let's go!"

The four generations of the Charm Goddess glanced at the corpses of the four generations of Goddesses, recovered from the horror, and the expression that was originally about to move instantly converged, and then gave an order to the others in the Charm Wind Hall, turned around and left.

"Master of the Wu Sect, congratulations on passing the heaven-level assessment. I must have seen that battlefield too, right?" the four generations of dragon kings and the sea god glanced at each other, and then spoke tentatively.

"Where is the battlefield?" Wu Fang ignored the four generations of enchanting goddesses who were far away, and his eyes fell on the four generations of dragon kings.

The four generations of dragon kings and sea gods shook their heads one after another: "Since all three generations of gods left, no one has ever returned. We don't know exactly where that battlefield is. ”

Hearing this, Wu Fang's brows furrowed slightly, and then with a wave of his hand, a circular arch dozens of meters tall fell in front of Tang San and his party with a bang.

If you look closely, the surrounding area of this arch is surrounded by a mist of immortals, releasing a gorgeous divine light, and the surface is engraved with countless threaded fruit patterns. In the center of it, there are engraved four shining and eye-catching characters, "God-given Gate".

"Master, this... This is?" Not only Tang San, Xiao Wu, Dai Mubai and others, but also the four generations of Dragon Kings, Sea Gods, Food Gods and other gods in the valley looked at the circular arch one after another, with confusion and incomprehension on their faces.

This is the foundation of the establishment of Wumen. Wu Fang's lips moved slightly, and he said: "As for what is the use, you will know when you go in." ”

Looking at the smile on the corner of Wu Fang's mouth, Tang San, Xiao Wu and his party did not hesitate, and walked towards the circular arch with curiosity at the same time.

Buzzing!

At the moment when Tang San and his party stepped into the circular arch, the arch suddenly drooped, and silver light shrouded the group like a waterfall.

At this moment, Tang San and the others seemed to be frozen, unable to move.

But in the next second, their aura began to surge wildly in a terrifying trend

"It's... This power fluctuates..."

"No... No way!"

"What the hell is this!

"It's comparable to the magic elixir of the Chaos Era!"

......

Sensing the change in the divine power of Tang San and the others, the faces of the gods suddenly changed.

First, the Nine Generations of Gods were stunned, because under their perception, the power aura of Tang San and his party had surpassed them in less than ten seconds of stepping into the arch. Immediately after that, there are eight generations of gods and seven generations of gods......

When the silver light inside the arch disappeared, in the end, even the expressions of the four generations of gods froze, and their faces were full of incredulity!