Cultivating all the way up, Fu Yang had an unrealistic feeling, as if everything had come too easily.

According to the division of the Three Realms, it should be in the realm of Da Luo Jin Immortal, with an endless and long lifespan.

Fu Yang estimated that the old man who was targeting him at the altar had the strength of the Mixed Yuan Golden Immortal, and Xingzun was probably in the realm of Dao Ancestor.

It is conceivable how powerful the Star Boundary is, comparable to the existence of a Dao system, and at that time, on the altar, he felt the breath of more than ten mixed yuan golden immortals, and they all maintained a state of restraint, otherwise, Fu Yang's remnant body could not resist the pressure of the aura at all, causing the Dao mark to attack in advance and the body to die.

The remaining large amount of Creation Pill Qi precipitated in his body, as if it was expanding its potential, preparing to burst out when it hit a higher realm in the future to help him.

With a bang, the lid of the Creation Emperor Furnace was lifted.

At this time, the inside was already empty, and there was no trace of Creation Pill Qi existing.

Fu Yang's whole body was flooded with chaotic light, like a terrifying primeval beast, he stepped out, and the next moment, he appeared outside the Emperor Furnace.

At the time of his birth, the two black-armored monks reappeared, still ruthless, and said, "Star Venerable summons. ”

However, Fu Yang clearly sensed that the cultivation of the two black-armored monks was much weaker than himself, and it seemed that they were in the realm of the emperor, and they had obviously not yet ascended to the subversion, and Fu Yang was only one step away from waiting for the realm of the gods.

"Let's go." Fu Yang faced it calmly.

The two black-armored monks now looked much more respectful, no longer as indifferent and disdainful as before.

No matter where it is, strength establishes the position, and it is really not false at all, Fu Yang thought in his heart.

The three figures kept flickering in the void, skimming over the mountains and rivers, and heading straight for a solemn palace.

Step up the white jade steps. There are groups of gorgeous maids greeting each other, setting off the nobility and extraordinaryness of the palace, like the palace of a supreme emperor.

The auspicious clouds are dispersed, the fairy beasts and divine beasts shuttle between the clouds, and the palace is so quiet that the needles can be heard.

The Lord of the Astral Plane, the Star Venerable, sits upright in the center. The young talents on both sides of the side stand on both sides, a total of twenty, extraordinary bearing, ethereal and dusty, the male is heroic and martial, and the female is heroic.

"Fu Yang, you are young and have the strength of an emperor, you can compete for the Lord of the Star Boundary, do you want to challenge one of them. Fill somebody's shoes. Xingzun said calmly.

As soon as these words came out, Fu Yang's spirit was shocked, he already knew that this giant city was famous in the Star Boundary, and he actually asked him to compete for the Lord of the Star Boundary, and he couldn't help but ignite his blood.

He is in a high position in the Three Realms and dominates the Three Realms, so he is naturally unwilling to be left behind.

"Star Venerable. I'm going to beat this guy and make them understand. How can ants compete for glory in the sky. A rough-faced young man stepped forward, armed with a giant axe, domineering.

"Can you fight?" Xingzun asked.

"Returning to Xingzun, I'll fight." Fu Yang said resolutely.

Taking a step forward, Fu Yang's entire momentum changed, and he was no longer as gentle as usual. From the fullness of the infinite fighting spirit.

"Weeping people, weeping heaven, show your weapons." The rough young man said.

The other nineteen young people all looked at each other intently, knowing very well that although Weetian was ranked twentieth, the gap between them was not obvious. If you neglect your practice, you may change your ranking.

"Terran Fu Yang, no weapons." Fu Yang said bluntly.

"Arrogance, eat me a blow, cry all the time."

When the axe fell, the blade of the axe glowed with cold light, as if it pierced the sky, making the heavens and the earth weep.

The sound of continuous crying lingers in the ears, and it is like reciting lamentations for all beings.

The light of chaos was rising, covering the whole body, and the true intent of the martial arts was blessed on the divine soul, and a palm was split, and it hit the axe sideways.

With a loud bang, the giant axe that had fallen straight down was deflected from its trajectory and fell into the air.

"Bury the heavens."

Weeping Tian seemed to be furious, thinking that one blow would determine the victory, but he hoped to end up empty, and he couldn't help but feel a little unbearable on his face, so he showed another powerful move.

The axe light extended and shone, shattering the space, and the overlapping worlds kept changing faces, and the power of this move was close to the power of the emperor.

"Spirit!"

Fu Yang let out a loud voice, and a brilliant divine light rushed out from the top of his head, turning into a fairy sword, pure and extraordinary.

A sword slashed out, straight to the giant axe.

"Soul Soldier!?" A young man exclaimed.

Among them, there are also those who cultivate the path of the divine soul, and it is still beyond their reach to be able to temper to such an extent.

At the same time, Xingzun's eyes flashed with a trace of essence, which was a sign of appreciation, and he was sure that he didn't look away.

The two divine weapons collided in the void, there was a loud noise, sparks splashed, the vision collapsed, the entire palace was shaking, and there were vague signs of not being able to hold on, but fortunately, Xingzun pressed it with a palm, and a layer of light came out all over it, stabilizing the palace.

Weeping Heaven has shown signs of defeat, and is constantly regressing, weaker than the opponent in strength.

Suddenly, the acupuncture points of Fu Yang's whole body bloomed with chaotic light, and the whole person turned into a burning torch, and a sword slashed out.

Phew!

Time cut off in an instant, and it slammed into the great axe head-on

The terrifying power was like a tide, impacting on Weetian's whole body, and with an unwilling roar, his whole body flew out upside down.

It slammed into a jade pillar until it broke.

Crawling up, his weeping head was scattered, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were full of anger, obviously unwilling to be defeated.

A burst of qi and blood rushed to the sky.

In the qi and blood, there is a giant beast churning, roaring, thinking about the true form of the weeping sky.

"Blood-stained Qingtiangong."

He was accumulating strength, ready to unleash his strongest blow, the rich qi and blood were like a sea of blood rolling, and the heavy power was gathered on the giant axe.

The fairy sword disappeared in a flash, returning to Fu Yang's sea of consciousness, and he was going to take out the strongest blow.

It was a newly comprehended martial arts supernatural power, which had not yet been named, after all, it had not yet been fully understood by the power of supernatural powers.

The true intention of martial arts is in the body, adjust the strength of the whole body, and converge on the palm of the hand.

At this moment, the two shot at almost the same moment.

An axe was slashed out, with a churning sea of blood, which was simply destroying the heavens and the earth, burying all the living beings.

It's a pity that a brilliance appeared, breaking out of the sky from the sea of blood, it was a simple blow knife, but it made people feel that there was no way to avoid it, even if they fled to the ends of the earth and shuttled through the heavens plane, they still had to die under the hand knife.

Looking at the hand knife coming straight to him, he was terrified, and even his soul was frightened and trembling, but it seemed that he had lost control of his body, and he couldn't avoid a simple blow to the hand knife.

With a palm strike, the weeping sky flew out, blood sprayed from his mouth, and his eyes were filled with horror, until he crashed into the wall of the main hall and fainted.

If it weren't for the fact that Fu Yang withdrew most of his strength at the critical moment, it is estimated that Weeping Heaven would have only a shell left, and his divine soul would have been annihilated in a single palm.

Now Fu Yang realized how terrifying this trick was, and it directly injured the soul. (To be continued.) )