Rustling!

The slight sound of footsteps resounded through the mountains, suddenly the sound of birds and beasts was forbidden, the sound of the wind stopped, everything seemed to be silent, the atmosphere was calm, as if time had stopped at this moment!

"Just, this saint has this opportunity, and he actually let this saint find you first!"

In the midst of the strange laughter, the sky suddenly darkened, and a terrifying monster shaped like a mountain, several feet high, and covered in hideous red black barbs, swooped out from the mountainside.

Thundered!

The huge size brought up the strength of a hurricane, and the roar of thunder, which seemed clumsy, but at this time, it was like a meteor falling, like a red and black spear piercing the heavens and the earth, and it took the thin figure with slight footsteps in the mountains.

Beneath the black spear, the emaciated figure seemed to be as small as an ant, as if it was about to be annihilated by this earth-shattering blow before it came.

But what was terrifying was that the tip of the spear had not yet touched the figure, and it paused in mid-air thousands of feet away.

Or, in other words, as the figure raised a hand lightly, the void, and even the surrounding heaven and earth, were all under control, directly solidified!

"No...... It's impossible, you're just a half-saint Venerable cultivator, how can you ......"

The red black demon light trembled, and the demon clan's pseudo-saint powerhouse trembled, no matter how he roared and struggled, but he couldn't break free.

Buzzing!

As the figure's five fingers came together at will, the surface of the red black spear containing the earth-shattering blow trembled, and it collapsed in an instant, revealing the trembling body of the Demon Clan's pseudo-saint powerhouse inside.

"You...... You can't be a half-saint, and a half-saint will never have such a power against the heavens, even if it's a holy realm power......"

The demon pseudo-saint panicked and spoke incoherently, but he realized that all his strength was completely out of control after the thin figure put his five fingers together.

Like a huge black fish drowning, it twisted and struggled, but it was unable to break free from the hook and fell into the fish basket.

Until, when I saw the eyes that seemed to contain the sun, moon and stars, and like an endless black hole, everything dimmed and fell into boundless darkness.

"Oh, Princess Purple Kite ordered to track down my whereabouts?"

In an instant, Wu Ming obtained all the information he wanted from the demon soul of this demon pseudo-saint powerhouse through the secret method of the inner demon.

Even its deepest secrets are unreservedly presented.

For today's Wu Ming, although the pseudo-saint powerhouse is strong, he is still a half-saint, just with the help of special treasures, he has carried out the primordial sustenance, and he can grasp the power of the origin of the holy path.

Even if we have taken this opportunity to refine all aspects of ourselves, there is no breakthrough, that is, there is no breakthrough, and it is far from reaching the level of qualitative change.

In fact, many people feel that their future is hopeless, and they choose this path without the idea of using this shortcut to get a glimpse of the true origin of the holy path.

It's a pity that the idea is very plump, but the reality is too skinny!

Looking at the heavens and all the worlds, a hundred pseudo-saint powerhouses, or even a thousand, may not have the opportunity to truly set foot in the holy realm.

Wu Ming's current divine soul is so strong, even if he hardens the power of the real Saint Realm, there will be no difficulty, let alone a demon pseudo-saint whose soul power is weaker than that of the same level of the human race!

It's a pity that this demon pseudo-saint obviously got the exact instructions, just to track down Wu Ming's whereabouts and send the news back, which can be regarded as completing the task.

But he was arrogant and arrogant, thinking that a half-saint was not a cause for concern, and as a result, he lost his life in vain.

It's no wonder, after all, Wu Ming's cultivation time is too short, and being young is always deceptive.

Moreover, it is rumored among the demons that the death of the purple mound was seriously injured by the Black Dragon Sage, and the oil ran out of light, so he was ambushed by Wu Ming with a treasure.

In this way, it is reasonable to make a mistake in judging its strength.

In fact, even the temples, barbarians, and dragons who paid close attention to Wu Ming had repeatedly made mistakes in judgment, resulting in heavy losses?

"Even Long Kui and the Three Sages were invited to take out the heavy treasure to suppress it, and they really looked up to me!"

Wu Ming glanced around with a calm face, his eyes did not even make a wave, but it seemed that he had penetrated through hundreds of millions of miles away, penetrated many invisible barriers, and saw everything that happened.

At his current state, as soon as his demonic thoughts move, he will be like the most sophisticated instrument, running at an unimaginable speed, deducing all kinds of possibilities.

Eventually, everything that could happen is selected and left to their filtering.

In addition, his own wisdom and scheming are unparalleled, even compared to those who are good at divination.

And Long Kui and the Three Saints are already of the same origin as their souls, and it is really not too simple to perceive the current situation of the two.

"It's time for that old guy to move!"

Wu Ming groaned slightly, shook his head with a chuckle, and continued to walk up the mountain.

For him, easily erasing a demon pseudo-saint powerhouse is as insignificant as swatting a fly to death.

"On the side of the demon clan, it should be the private actions of Princess Purple Kite, but this woman's status is transcendent, her identity is quite noble and extraordinary, every move represents the will of the Purple Moon Royal Family, and it is absolutely indispensable to be like this demon pseudo-saint powerhouse, who wants to sell well to the Purple Moon Royal Family!"

As Wu Ming walked, his thoughts turned in his heart, revealing a trace of memory in his eyes, "Back then, this woman had the strength of no less than the pseudo-saint powerhouse, the way of time, and one of the three supreme powers, and now she dares to enter Kunlun Mountain, she must rely on it."

However, if you dare to make trouble, you can be killed by the way!"

If someone is here, they will be shocked to hear Wu Ming say this.

The dignified little princess of the Purple Moon Royal Family, the most outstanding and talented descendant of the contemporary generation, is like an ant on the side of the road, and can be crushed to death.

People who don't know him will scoff at him and think he's talking nonsense.

It's a pity that even Wu Ming himself, although he can say that he is like an arm commanding the power he has, he doesn't know how strong he is.

Breaking the limit of the semi-saint, it seems that there are no shackles, even if he meditates in the Kongo Temple for several months and accompanies his daughter, his own strength is endless, growing all the time.

Moreover, this is not a superficial force, but an invisible power of the Great Dao!

Looking at the heavens and all worlds, all living beings, from birth, when they begin to cultivate, they will gradually adapt, and even find the strength suitable for their own development to cultivate.

Until he reaches the realm of the Semi-Saint Venerable, he is expected to go further, get a glimpse of the origin, practice asceticism and enlightenment, and intend to break the shackles, achieve the holy realm, and transcend the world.

Among these beings, whether they are born kings, emperors, or even half-saint venerables, no one can transcend this category.

But Wu Ming was different, outsiders only saw that his cultivation of the immortal golden body was the immortal origin of cultivation, and it was also recognized as one of the strongest forces in the heavens and ten thousand worlds, second only to the three supreme powers.

And the true element in the body is also tempered by the indestructible true intent, with the characteristics of immortality.

No matter how you look at it, he is the origin of cultivation.

But only Wu Ming himself knows that although he cultivates the indestructible origin, he is not the only one, as if the five elements are under control, yin and yang are not a problem, and even words and deeds are all contained in the power of heaven.

The reason why it took several years to travel through the heavens and all worlds, in addition to his own weak strength, temporarily avoiding the whirlpool of Shenzhou, going out to find opportunities, and sharpening his own immortality is really unexpected, Wu Ming has actually been confused.

This confusion, even he himself was trapped in it, so it also confused everyone, giving people the intuitive feeling that he had walked out of a special path.

In fact, for Wu Ming, this path is not really objective, it is just a vague road with a general direction, but it is very easy to get lost in it.

It's just that this road is too wide, as if wherever you go from, it's the right direction, but there is no direction.

"Heavenly Dao!"

Wu Ming named it Heavenly Dao!

Ten Thousand Souls Cultivation Origin, Wu Ming cultivates the Heavenly Dao by himself, and he is based on himself as the sky, lawless, crossing the origin, pointing directly to the source of the Great Dao!

The risk of this road is as great as that of a blind man crossing a river, and he could drown in it at any time.

But if you wade through, when you really stand on this road and feel it down-to-earth, the sense of accomplishment it brings is also incomparable!

There is no doubt that there must have been attempts to cross this path throughout the ages.

Wu Ming is extremely convinced.

It's just that these people have failed without exception.

As for the end, maybe it fell, maybe it was lost, maybe it was difficult and retreated!

If there is no accident, Wu Ming must also be one of them.

Even if he is confident, he will not be conceited to the point of surpassing the Three Ancestors, and even the heavens and all worlds, countless supreme existences.

In this case, it is not that there is no second way to choose, but that Wu Ming has to take this road.

The rest of the road, of course, can go far, but Wu Ming's cultivation days are short after all, and he loses at the starting line.

Mo said that he was only a half-saint now, even if he was a great power of the Holy Realm, how could he compete with those beings who had already fused heaven and earth and tried to transcend the ten thousand realms?

Therefore, it is inevitable to go straight to this heavenly path!

Even if it is destined to be bumpy and full of thorns, it must be walked.

Otherwise, he can only be one of the carp that crosses the river, and fights for the dragon gate of the ten thousand competing torrents!

Fortunately, he was lucky again!

In the darkness, the Chaos Lotus Lantern illuminates the road ahead, even if the Lotus Lantern is now extinguished, it also leaves a spark behind, so that he will not really cross the river in the dark!

Now, it can be regarded as touching the edge of the avenue, as for whether it can land on the shore, or even go further, it is this battle.

If you can't win, everything will naturally be over, and if you win, even if you can't go all the way to the sunny road, you can barely keep up with the footsteps of those ancient beings who have melted heaven and earth.

At least, you can see your back, and you won't still be like a chess piece, at the mercy of others, and you can't do anything.

"Hoo ......"

Walking halfway up the mountain, Wu Ming turned countless thoughts in his heart, and gently exhaled a breath of turbidity, a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and only a pair of eyes were as bright as stars, looking at the hall in front of him with interest.

It is more like a large hall, but it is better to say that it is a ruined wall, a collapsed roof, a square littered with stones, a sunken wall, and a broken gate that seems to be distorted by space.

The cracks of the swords and axes everywhere all show that this place has suffered unimaginable horror blows, and there are still palpitating breath fluctuations.

Among them, even Wu Ming was sideways, as if he had not been baptized by the years, and still maintained the original appearance of the year.