The sound wave exploded in front of Mount Daishi.

In the Great Beginning Mountain formation, everyone was shocked in their hearts, and when they looked up, they saw four people fighting in the sea of blood, and the battle was unprecedentedly fierce.

"Wait until you go and summon the King of Yuanyang!"

In the midst of the big roar, two figures, one tall and one short, had already stepped into the air, holding the spirit treasure of the king and killing into the sea of blood.

Not only the two of them, but many masters who came to watch the battle this time, in the moment of waiting, saw that Yuan Duxiu, who was holding three pieces of Fengwang Lingbao and wearing the magic robe of Fengwang, had fallen into the disadvantage.

also shot after the color change.

In fact, the moment the Great Array enveloped Dashi Mountain, someone had already come to Babel Tower.

"Senpai, ...... outside"

As soon as the true disciple said a word, he was interrupted by Yingsan.

"The old man is not blind."

Yingsan's eyelids were raised, and he glanced at the disciple with slightly cloudy eyes: "I can see it." ”

"Uh......"

The disciple's heart was extremely urgent, but when he heard such an answer, he was immediately at a loss, not knowing what to say.

"Okay, you can step back and keep the formation from being eroded, although this formation is powerful, there is no great harm in a short time."

Ying Sanyi waved his hand, and the disciple involuntarily withdrew from this smoky space.

"What exactly does King Yuanyang want to do......"

Yingsan muttered to himself in his heart, but the person had disappeared in front of the tower gate.

In the next moment, he was already in the Tower of Babel.

This is a dark and dark space, like night, as deep as the starry sky, and from here you can see a series of yellow steps rising up to the sky.

It's a step, but it's not just a step.

In the dark yellow hazy divine light, there are mountains and rivers, birds and beasts, clouds and mist, and people.

It's like a cave, but it's much bigger than a cave.

It was as if someone had intercepted pieces of heaven and earth with supreme mana and put them into it.

Yingsan stopped in the void and stared away, faintly visible the flickering streamer on the first step in front of the tower gate.

His eyes moved, and he shook his head slightly:

"These little guys have talent, but it's a pity that they are a little bit hot, if they don't join forces, I'm afraid they won't be able to pass the level of King Xiaoming......"

He saw clearly.

Many Tianjiao in the first step naturally understand this truth.

But the wind was fierce in front of their eyes, and they drew with King Xiao Ming, how could they join forces?

Isn't this a tacit acquiescence that you are not as good as the wind?

This is even more difficult to accept for many aspiring Tianjiao than being beaten by King Xiao Ming and fleeing in embarrassment.

"The Imperial Court of the World is almost created by King Xiao Ming, such characters are rare in ancient and modern times, although these juniors are amazingly talented, but they can't wait for the fire, if they want to fight King Xiao Ming, they naturally can't!"

The dragon's roar is fierce:

"Ancient and modern strong, some people are stronger than Wanfa, some people are stronger than Dongtian, Xiao Ming Wang's Ten Caves and Heavens are cultivated to the pinnacle, even when they are feudal, they are almost invincible at the same level."

A pair of eyes lit up in the void, and Ao Guanglong's body lay horizontally in the void, like mountains undulating.

Yingsan nodded first, but then sighed: "Now I know that my human race is so powerful. ”

"Huh?"

Scorching smoke erupted from his nostrils, and Ao Guang was puzzled.

Yingsan smiled again: "Between non-human races, there are some feelings after all, even if they are not of the same race, they also have tendencies. ”

"Old ghost!"

Ao Guang's eyes were full of fire, and his breath rose and fell: "King Xiao Ming is a disciple of the supreme inheritance of your human race, isn't it strong?" ”

"What the old man said, which word says that King Xiao Ming is not strong?"

Yingsan ignored the dragon power on the pavement, took a step forward, and disappeared into the void:

"It is difficult to have a high and low in ancient and modern heroes, it is meaningless to raise and degrade anyone, although King Xiao Ming is strong, the cave is cultivated to the sky, but the Guanglong Supreme Nine Realms are at the top, and King Xiao Ming has only cultivated into one realm, in today's world, the descendant of the imperial court.

But the pinnacle of all realms, if it is the same level, King Xiao Ming ......."

The voice fluttered.

The three of them disappeared, and Ao Guang's breath calmed down, and he glanced at the people in the 'first order' who were chased by King Xiao Ming and had no way to enter the sky.

'Hey' laughed: "Hit harder!" ”

Thirty-six steps in the Tower of Babel.

Yingsan stepped by, but he couldn't move, shuttle, he could only walk step by step, and he also witnessed the scene in the square steps.

He followed Anqisheng for thousands of years, witnessed the casting of the Tower of Babel, and was shocked in his heart, and he still doesn't know how all this was done.

Even if he knew what it was all about.

These 36-storey Babel Towers not only represent the 36 heavens that have never been perfected, but also contain the 36 'dreams' that the King of Yuanyang 'took from his dreams' when he was 'dreaming for eternity'.

King Xiao Ming of the Tyranny...... Feng Yan Changge...... The Great Heavenly King of the Dragon Clan....... The kings of the Middle Ages, the hundred schools of antiquity.......

It is a wonderful feeling to see a great power who has left traces in the river of time and invite this world to fight.

It's like a dream.

While Yingsan felt nostalgic, he also had a deeper awe for that Yuanyang King.

Is this kind of power really something that can be found in the Heavenly Realm?

Yingsan, who has personally experienced it, knows very well that it is by no means an illusion outlined by illusion, but more like a projection cast from the long river of time.

Whew~

The void ripples spread.

Yingsan quickly stepped on the thirty-six steps, and his vision suddenly widened, and the light followed.

Above the stairs, there are mountains.

Among them, thousands of mountains are showing, thousands of beasts are running, the grass and trees are shady, the clear water is murmuring, and the scenery can be said to be excellent.

Yingsan looked at it, and could see the back of An Qisheng lying in front of the stone under the vertical stream of a divine waterfall, as well as the 'Howling Moon Greedy Wolf' with dark hair and abnormal strength.

In front of him, there is a stone tablet floating, faintly visible that is extremely abstract, extremely difficult to fathom the painting, as well as blurred, missing handwriting.

"King Yuanyang."

Stepping out and approaching, Yingsan arched his hand slightly: "What happened in the outside world, have you ever seen it?" ”

The master of the Tao is the teacher, although he is older, but Yingsan is very respectful, and he does not even hide his awe.

This is not only because he helps him to 'live out the second life', but also because his path is high and he is the forerunner of the path, which is naturally normal for a practitioner.

"See."

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, and the blue water came into view, which was not as deep as his eyes: "The means of the blood array are not bad. ”

"What about you?"

Yingsan is a little strange, but he knows the temperament of this Yuanyang King very well, and there is no such master who deliberately does not make a move to 'sharpen' his juniors.

"The people I'm waiting for are still in the future."

An Qisheng sat up slowly, the light in the depths of his eyes slowly disappeared, as if he had woken up from a dream, and stretched his arms: "If you can't even cope with this, what if you don't have me?" ”

"Huh?"

Yingsan's heart was shocked: "Without you? Where are you going? ”

"If you come, you will leave, how can there be a banquet that will not be dispersed?"

An Qisheng exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, blowing up the clear water of the eight thousand miles of Pinghu Lake in front of him, and with a flick of his hand, a spirit fish floated up.

Then it fell, splashing .asxs. dot ripples:

"Just like this fish, when it comes out of the water, it will eventually fall into the lake."

A thousand years is not a short time.

Not to mention that he used the method of dreaming, with the help of many King Spirit Treasures and even the breath of the Supreme Treasure to 'dream back to eternity'.

It was the longest retreat he had ever experienced.

But this is not that he really wants to retreat for so long, but there are hidden worries in it.

This hidden worry is not a cosmic catastrophe that is very likely to destroy everything in future lives.

Rather, he couldn't stay in the Ten Thousand Yang Realm for long.

Whether it's a dream, or a dream, there is a limit after all, and it is impossible to stay endlessly.

It's a dream, and there is a time to wake up.

The Dao power he spent in the Ten Thousand Yang Realm was 'one hundred and eighty-six and seven thousand points', and the limit of what he could dream in was one thousand eight hundred and sixty-seven years.

A year will not be more, a year, and it will not be less.

He has been in this realm for more than a thousand years, and he can only stay for eight hundred years.

And the future he glimpsed, the catastrophe that destroyed everything, was still more than 8,000 years away!

This retreat is a 1,000-year retreat for him to sort out the Tao aggregates, forge 36 days, and return to the 1,000 years of practice, and in the same way, it is also for a longer stay.

At the very least, look at what the so-called destruction of the future is.

He had a clue, but he wasn't completely sure, and if he wasn't careful, he would be gone in eight hundred years, and then everything would go back to its original trajectory.

Destruction came as scheduled, Yuan Duxiu, Miao Meng sacrificed himself, led himself back, and finally, he fought with the unknown enemy in all the destroyed space.

The more he practiced, the more deeply An Qisheng felt, time and space were like a long river rolling, subtle and changeable, and the general trend was difficult to change.

Sooner or later......

"But ......."

Yingsan didn't know why, but there was a throbbing in his heart.

When An Qisheng talked about leaving, he vaguely seemed to sense something, as if he was about to come to a catastrophe, and he would never recover.

This feeling was so real that it made him feel like a dark cloud was overpowering.

Just ask questions and tell me how you feel.

"The heavens are vast, and the changes in the heavens may not be really the great world, but may also be the prelude to the great catastrophe. It's hard to put into words. ”

With a casual move, the stone tablet with traces of other 'Dao Yi Tu Masters' shrunk into a card and fell into his hand:

"What you perceive can be true or false, maybe it's the sympathy of heaven and earth, or it may be the plan of the heavenly realm, who can say clearly?"

"Even though the Heavenly Realm can use the Heavenly Opportunity to spread its thoughts, it can't affect me."

Yingsan shook his head.

Thousands of years ago, he had cultivated to the pinnacle of feudalism, and even if he did not cross that threshold, it would never be easy for him to be confused without knowing it.

Yingsan's heart was a little heavy for no reason: "You said you want to go, the heavenly machine has an induction, maybe ......."

In the second half of the sentence, Yingsan did not speak, but pointed to the sky.

'Perhaps, the heavens don't want you to go......

An Qisheng was noncommittal, put away the stone tablet, and lay down again, as if he still wanted to sleep.

"That formation is evil and strange, if you don't make a move, I'm afraid of ......"

Yingsan sighed.

An Qisheng used his arms as a pillow, and his eyelids drooped, covering the light of his deep eyes:

"No one is indispensable, and I may not have to go, but they have to get used to it...... The world without Yuanyang ......"