When he arrived at this primeval forest, he found that it was even more barren than he had imagined.

The endless primeval forest, with its dotted green colors, is almost invisible, and it is a withered yellow.

Around this primeval forest, there is the Yellowstone Desert, and the breeze blows, and the coolness of the morning is almost replaced by the scorching heat.

This primeval forest is not large, the radius is only three thousand miles, and the plants in it are even rarer, as for the creatures shuttling through it, almost all of them are demon beasts without any spiritual power, which does not pose any danger to Meng Yang, on the contrary, they sensed the terrifying pressure on Meng Yang's body, almost all of them lost their urine and urine, shivered, and Fu lay on the ground, a pair of eyes, all full of fear.

In the heart of this primeval forest, there is a giant tree that has a lifespan of thousands of years.

The crown of this tree is petal-shaped, spread out to all sides, and the body is as high as 30 zhang, and in the entire primeval forest, it is extremely dazzling, and almost a sweep, you can see this towering tree that is half as tall as other trees.

Just the waist, Meng Yang probably swept it, and couldn't help but be surprised, the diameter was nine meters, and when it approached, a breath of strong vitality in the simplicity was even more amazing, just like an ancient tree telling the world that he could still live for thousands of years.

It is also because of the strong breath of life of the ancient tree that after Meng Yang came to this primeval forest, he directly used it as a breakthrough place.

With a pause in his feet, the embroidered spring knife immediately made a sound of breaking through the air, and under the strange light of Meng Yang's right eye, it directly blended into it and disappeared, and then, Meng Yang fell down and came to the crown of this ancient tree.

Meng Yang, who was sitting cross-legged on the crown of the ancient tree, raised his head slightly and looked at Dongsheng.

Under the color of reminiscence in his eyes, his calm face also rarely showed a trace of bitterness.

His body, as if under the dawn of the dawn, turned into golden light, as if coated with a layer of golden sand, and under the continuous magnification of the spirit, the sky above his head, silently, appeared many white clouds gathered together and squirmed.

At this moment, he is calm and unwavering, but in his mind, there are countless pictures of Meng Yang along the way, Meng Yang is watching, thinking, pondering, also introspecting, and deeply imprinted in his mind.

For Meng Yang, Juwu represents an extraordinary meaning to him, and it is far from the others.

Of course, these are just for Meng Yang before, and now he may have a new definition of Juwu.

Since obtaining the Rising Sun Inheritance, his path must go on, and it is impossible to stop, and in the same way, he does not dare to stop.

Once he succeeds in breaking through, the evil puppet, the puppet, the first king Suo Yuan, and the cultivation will also skyrocket.

At that time, he will have the blatant foundation to pursue the avenue without changing his face.

Meng Yang wants to become stronger, he wants to become stronger very much, and Juwu is not his end, but his starting point.

The most important point is that he has the strength to protect himself and the people he wants to protect, no matter whether this road is lonely, lonely, bitter, or desperate, Meng Yang can't stop.

Because once he stops, the time left for him is all self-blame and disappointment.

Thinking of this, the bitter smile on the corner of Meng Yang's mouth became even stronger.

At the beginning, he was still a disciple of the sect, a disciple who worked hard to break through the first martial arts.

When one day, he really broke through to become a martial artist, his goal was constantly expanding, and his vision was constantly long-term, even though the road was difficult, there were ridicule and denial, Meng Yang insisted on what he wanted in his heart in the stumbling.

Maybe because of the reasons in the previous life, Meng Yang hated giving up so much, so he didn't allow himself to give up, and he didn't allow, he didn't allow himself to abandon his efforts and pursuits, so he did it, although on this road, his personality changed, and he killed the bloody road, but in this bloody road, he didn't regret it, and he wouldn't give up either.

Especially after getting the inheritance of Xuyang Suoyuan, he could feel that his thoughts and the angle from which he looked at things were changing, and even his mentality was also changing, for Meng Yang, he may not be everyone's enemy, but for the cultivators in the cultivation world, Meng Yang, who cultivated Xuyang Brahma Lu and wanted to grow continuously, was the enemy of all of them.

Without stepping into this avenue, Meng Yang was also thinking about what he would do.

You may go to a shop opened under the sect, be a buddy, and if you do well, you may become a shop owner, marry a virtuous and understanding wife, have two lovely children, and go through your life happily.

Or study hard, or learn some crafts, do what you like, and break through Juwu, that is something he has never heard of before, and he can't even think of it, even in the Qianyuan Sect, Gongwu exists, it is all heaven and earth, every time he mentions it with people, or hears about everything in the Gongwu period, Meng Yang can't stop, and his excitement is uncontrollable.

Therefore, Meng Yang is spurring himself all the time, and what he cultivates is an obsession that is so extreme that it cannot be erased.

Zhao Guo may not be able to go all his life for him at the beginning, the more he sees, the more his horizons are broadened, and he is shocked by his cognition again and again, telling him again and again that the world is huge, and Zhao Guo is just a wellhead for ancient burials.

In this ancient burial, there are many races that do not look like humans, not only with spirit beasts and charms.

After obtaining the inheritance of Xuyang Suoyuan, Meng Yang saw that the monk yearned for the boundless and vast starry universe.

Here, there are countless realms, countless dangers, countless opportunities, and countless race cultivators that Meng Yang can't even think of, they, like Meng Yang, like all human beings who cultivate the Dao, are all pursuing the end of the Great Dao and the ultimate original intention.

They are powerful, in a gesture, they can pinch and explode a planet, they can shatter a starry sky, they can destroy all life in a galaxy, they are like masters, ethereal, long-lasting, cultivating to the sky, intoxicating, but also terrifying.

It can be said that the true martial arts that Meng Yang broke through at the moment are more about pursuit, pursuing the obsession and strength that he wants to pursue in his heart.

This kind of mentality that only the strong have made Meng Yang dare to be alone and seize his share of the opportunity in the strange ancient burial world.

His eyes flickered with complicated feelings, at this moment, he thought too much, and the scorching breeze blew, which also dried out the crystal clear, as if it could illuminate his inner thoughts, leaving the bitterness to blend in, making Meng Yang's mood even more bitter.

Suddenly, he slowly lowered his head, closed his eyes, and the sky roared in all directions, alternating with wind and thunder.

The thunderous coercion fell on Meng Yang, making Meng Yang's hand holding his clothes tighter.

Opening his eyes again, looking at the heavenly tribulation that had been made up by the dark clouds and the thunder and lightning wandering among them, his eyes flickered, Meng Yang sighed: "Juwu, I don't know if I, Meng Yang, can succeed in the tribulation, but, no matter what, I, Meng Yang Juwu, am determined, no one can stop it..."

As soon as the words fell, the dark clouds in the sky gathered wildly, as if the majestic coercion that could crush Meng Yang Gongwu poured out.

Suddenly, all the gravel on the ground within a radius of thousands of miles trembled.

Dao Dao was like a thunder tribulation like sword light, quickly gathering in the sky above Mengyang from all directions, and the blue sky was gloomy like water in a blink of an eye.

A deafening thunder roared, killing countless beasts within a hundred miles on the spot.

The flowers open to the sun, and it seems that because of the sound of heavenly might, all their stamens are covered and their heads are lowered.

Thousands of miles away, countless cultivators who had cultivated above the Palace Martial Realm also sensed this terrifying coercion that made their hearts palpitate, and swept over their hearts, which made them stunned, and subconsciously thought of the scene when they broke through the martial arts.

In the sky, a roaring whistle seemed to open a gap in the entire sky, and a blinding light, like blood flowing out of a wound, flowed down the gap vertically and horizontally, merging into the wriggling gray clouds.

Circles of ripples like water continue to spread around, making the whole sky look more and more dull.

At the same time, the multicolored glow suddenly shot out from the clouds, and the sharp light like a lightsaber pierced the clouds, becoming more and more prosperous, and also made the gap in the sky, at this moment, look like a terrifying black hole that wants to devour all living beings.

At this moment, all the monks within a thousand miles sensed a powerful coercion.

As this coercion became more and more intense, the word catastrophe appeared in their hearts at this moment. Under the glow, Meng Yang, who was sitting cross-legged on the crown of the ancient tree with his head up, looked so calm at this moment, and his heart was even more undisturbed.

Juwu, a realm that he didn't dare to think of before, was so close at this moment, so touchable, and the colorful glow like a fairy shone on his face, which made Meng Yang's calm eyes appear a trace of perseverance.

Another roar sounded, and the gray clouds that gathered together immediately spread out and spread rapidly, turning the entire sky into blood red. A huge whirlpool hurricane poured down like a dragon sucking water, causing the whole earth to set off a roaring hurricane, and shattering countless rocks.

The canopy of the tree was constantly swaying under the hurricane, but Meng Yang, who was sitting cross-legged on it, did not move for half a minute, as calm as his state of mind at the moment, a villain sitting cross-legged in the milky white aperture, at this moment his body was becoming more and more illusory, more and more transparent, and the flashing golden luster fused into a golden spar between the continuous illusory body of the villain.

The moment the hedron fused, it was sent out of the milky white aperture by a powerful thrust.

His eyes were closed, motionless, and he didn't pay attention to the changes at this moment, but the golden spar that he sent out suddenly made a cracking sound, and a thin golden line suddenly stretched out from the broken spar, like a thin line on a bracelet, directly penetrating the four colored Linghai Xuandan that circled around the villain.

Bursts of heart-pounding breath overflowed, and all of them were inhaled by the little man sitting cross-legged in the milky white aura.

If you look closely, you can even see that when these energies of different colors penetrate into the villain's body, you can see that the villain's transparent body has countless thin lines, just like the meridians of the person, re-healing, and like a newborn undergoing pregnancy, which is wonderful.

This villain is none other than Meng Yang's Lingdan Dantian Daoji, what he needs to do at this moment is to turn the dantian into a primordial god before the origin of the heavenly tribulation, a primordial god that can hold four Xuandan energy.

Only in this way, under the terrifying pressure of the Heavenly Tribulation, can he resist.

Only in this way can the Heavenly Tribulation recognize his strength and thus rain down the Thunder Tribulation.