The giant tower reaches to the sky.

The body of the yellow tower is covered with all kinds of textures, faintly visible the scenery of mountains, rivers and mountains, the shadow of the sun, moon and stars, containing indescribable Taoist implications.

Looking at it from afar, an indescribable touch has risen from my heart, like seeing the avenue.

The breath of this step may not be as good as the supreme treasure they have ever seen, but its vigorous and vigorous Dao means that its Lord is still there.

This is incomparable to any supreme treasure.

The treasure is like the road, the way of death exists, but there is no chance to move forward, this tower may not be as good as the supreme treasure at this time, but its owner is still there, there are infinite possibilities.

"Xuanhuang Qi? Isn't this the mother of all things that only the Supreme can condense? ”

Chu Yunyang's pupils shrank, and his heart shook wildly.

Heaven and earth Xuanhuang, the universe is desolate, the Xuanhuang gas is also called the mother of all things, according to legend, it contains the origin of heaven and earth, and it is the breath that only the Supreme can absorb and condense.

It is also the main material for refining the supreme treasure.

In addition to the Supreme, even if it is a top feudal king, he must hold the Supreme Supreme Treasure in his hand, so that he can absorb and condense this aura from heaven and earth in small amounts.

At this time, I saw a Xuanhuang Pagoda with condensed maternal energy!

Rao is several people present are well-informed, and they can't help but change their expressions slightly, even if King Yuanyang has set foot in the top king realm thousands of years ago, and he has the Great Beginning Golden Bell to drive.

It is impossible to absorb so much Xuanhuang mother's qi in a thousand years, let alone a thousand years, ten thousand years, or a hundred thousand years!

It's not a matter of time......

"Not exactly."

Qu Yun's eyes moved: "There are other gods in it, but there are too many......

In the past thousand years, this King of Yuanyang has 'borrowed' the spiritual materials of many sects and holy places in Dongzhou, but there is so much divine gold contained in this Xuanhuang Pagoda.

I'm afraid that it has exceeded the entire Dongzhou.

Unless he had the ability to create divine gold, or reverse refining other spiritual treasures into divine gold, otherwise, how could he collect so much divine gold?

There was a vibration in everyone's hearts, only Feng Xinglie was unconscious, walking in front of everyone, stepping out, and had already come to the Tower of Babel.

The crowd followed.

I saw that there was still a person meditating in front of this step, and he had been meditating all the time, but everyone was shocked by the Xuanhuang Tongtian Tower, and it was not bad for a while.

At this time, when I was a little calmer, I saw the old man who was swirling in the glow.

His beard and hair were all white, his body was rickety and thin, and his face was full of furrows with his eyes closed, and he was not old.

But when everyone looked at it, they all gave birth to it.

This person was recognized by those present.

"Yingsan ....."

Someone whispered, but it was Zhao Zhen, who had glimpsed Yingsan climbing the mountain to meet King Yuanyang thousands of years ago.

His heart was solemn, even a little incredible.

Yingsan, who was dying thousands of years ago, is still alive? Even if he had taken the fruit of the Immortal Spirit Root, it was a bit bizarre.

Life sometimes ends, looking at his appearance, it doesn't look like he lived a second life in the legend, how can he live a thousand years at the end of his life?

"Third Master Ying, are you still alive?"

Seeing the old man, Feng Xinglie's face moved slightly, and he spoke, but he seemed to recognize Yingsan.

Ying Sanpan sat like a mountain, slowly opened his eyes, and his slightly cloudy eyes fell on Feng Xinglie's body: "Feng Xiaoyou's progress is so great that the old man is ashamed of himself." ”

Yingsan, who was close to the threshold of heaven thousands of years ago, or even three thousand years ago, naturally has a vision that is rare in the world.

At a glance, you can see the state of the wind at this time.

There is admiration and sadness.

"You were just born at the wrong time, if you were born 3,000 years later, maybe your achievements will surpass me."

Feng Xinglie sighed slightly.

Yingsan is undoubtedly a legendary figure, three thousand years ago was close to the threshold of the king, if it were not for the changes in heaven and earth, I am afraid that he would have already been crowned king.

"Time is also fate, there is nothing to say."

Yingsan shook his head slightly, swept over the crowd of people who came slowly before stepping forward, and said: "I also know that you are here, although I am practicing here, I will not stop you, the Tower of Babel is behind me, and you are sure of it." ”

"Third Master Ying."

Zhao Xin moved and said, "Is King Yuanyang at the top of the tower?" ”

"Maybe it's there, maybe it's not."

Yingsan's eyes were deep, and there was a slight taste of awe in them: "King Yuanyang has practiced great dreams for thousands of years, and he has been sleeping for thousands of years, although I have been here for many years, I don't know where he is." ”

"Dream forever, sleep for a thousand years?"

The hearts of all the people moved: "What kind of magic power is this?" ”

Cultivators don't need to sleep, and they don't think that an existence like King Yuanyang really needs to sleep, but they are afraid that they are cultivating great supernatural powers in their dreams.

It's just that this big dream is eternal, what kind of supernatural power is it?

Could it be that you can still dream back to the Middle Ages, the Ancient Ages?

"After entering the tower, there may be an answer."

Yingsan said, slowly closing his eyes, ignoring the inquiries of the congregation.

"This space ......"

When everyone asked Yingsan, another young man stepped into this place, and his brows furrowed after a slight sense: "It seems that something is wrong......

"The Holy Son of the Dark Moon 'Qi Suming', he is here too?"

Chu Yunyang looked back at the person who came, and couldn't help frowning slightly.

'Qi Suming' This person is extremely talented, and he is not very old, it is said that the Great Elder Qi of the Dark Moon Holy Land has comprehended the heavenly opportunity for many years, and gave birth to Lin'er at the most appropriate time.

Of course, 'Qi Suming' was just one of them, that Great Elder Qi planted thousands of people at one time, and gave birth to nearly 10,000 children at one time.

'Qi Suming' is the most talented among them, and according to legend, he has inherited the mantle of the Holy Land of the Dark Moon, and can communicate with the treasure 'Dark Moon', and is already the Holy Lord of the Dark Moon.

"What did Brother Qi find? But what's wrong here? ”

Someone recognized 'Qi Suming', noticed the abnormality, and asked.

Qi Suming shook his head slightly: "Maybe I'm wrong, I always feel that there is something staring at me in this void......."

"Huh?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked, and then one after another powerful wills spurred up, sweeping through the void everywhere, but they gained nothing.

But no one would think that Qi Suming was talking falsely, they were all careful in their hearts, and someone asked Yingsan, but they didn't get a response.

"Xuanhuang Tongtian thirty-six, can you only be seen when you cross over......?"

Feng Xinglie muttered to himself slightly, not even caring if there was danger in the tower, and when many people were shaking and thinking in their hearts, one person stepped into the wide open tower door.

Airplanes~

One step out, but there is a difference.

It seems that a bronze bell rings directly in the heart, and the sound of the humming is through the heart, and in a trance, the wind is fierce as if it perceives the breath of the flow of years.

Strange and mysterious.

For more than a thousand years, he had been accustomed to tearing the void apart, but the feeling was completely different.

This was not a transformation of the void, he felt the strong breath of time, as if he had traveled through time and space.

"Whew~"

Feng Xinglie pinched his hand casually, pulled out a breath from the void, and murmured: "This is the breath of the ancient era.......

A thousand years of vicissitudes, let alone 30 million years?

From mythology to ancient times, from ancient times to modern times, in the long years, heaven and earth have their unique imprint and breath.

The strong can distinguish from the breath where everything comes from and what era it comes from.

Airplanes~

The hazy distorted mist dissipated before my eyes.

The light of the wind-shaped eyes gradually reflected everything in the outside world, and at a glance, his pupils couldn't help shrinking.

"This, this is Hiromi?!"

A voice full of shock and incredulity sounded, and Chu Yunyang's expression changed drastically and he was shocked.

The scene in front of him made Chu Yunyang's heart shake, as if in a dream.

I saw a bright moon in the sky in the night, and the smoke and waves of the 180,000 miles of 'Guanghai' under it were faint, and the lights were bright and the divine light was shining.

Although it was night, it was more lively than daytime.

Vaguely you can see the boats coming and going, and there are monks sitting opposite each other, or staggering, or sitting and discussing.

This scene is both familiar and unfamiliar.

The people who came in were also stunned, thinking that behind this tower gate was the domain gate, and they and others shuttled through the void to Zhongzhou.

But when I looked again, I found clues.

The scenery is still the same, but the clothes of the people are different, with a strong ancient style, and even a medieval style.

The breath between heaven and earth is not the same.

This is clearly from ancient times!

"This, this ......"

Everyone looked at each other, all shocked and unspeakable.

They are all feudal achievements, and there are masters like Feng Xinglie who are infinitely close to the realm of the feudal king, and it is impossible for any illusion to confuse them.

Many of them have used their magical powers to break barriers, but everything is still the same, as if it were true.

At this moment, everyone fell silent, falling into a deathly silence.

Including gazing at the vast sea, the wind shape of the overlord court shrouded in clouds and mist.

"Guanglong Supreme returns to the Nine Realms, takes another two steps, surpasses the sages, and sets the cultivation realm, such a grand event, we can participate in it, it is really a great blessing!"

"It has been millions of years since the Middle Ages before the Guanglong Supreme attained enlightenment, and I really don't know how amazing and brilliant the Supreme is......"

"The Supreme has not been able to come out for ten thousand years, if we have the fate to meet us, how good would it be?"

......

Feng Xinglie tilted his ears slightly, and he already heard the sound of conversation coming from the vast sea.

"Is it really ancient?"

Feng Xinglie muttered to himself slightly, and then stepped out in Chu Yunyang's changing eyes.

Rumble!

The stone broke through the sky, the air waves rushed into the sky, and the water of the 180,000-mile wide sea was standing, like thousands of water dragons taking off in the air, roaring angrily.

Suddenly, the world was turned upside down.

The tide was surging in the vast sea, and countless ships were submerged by the waves, and many people were embarrassed and roared into the air.

There are even more imposing people who soar into the sky, sending out earth-shattering powers, slashing towards the wind that stepped into the air.

"One thousand miles, one sword? That's my ancestor?! ”

Looking at the figure whose aura was seven points similar to his own, Zhao Zhenxin was shocked, but before he could change his mind.

I heard a knife that tore through the sky and exploded.

The purple thunder knife cut through the sky like lightning, scattering endless purple light, and the sword qi like the galaxy had already drowned the incoming figure in an instant.

"The wind is strong!"

Rao knew that this was very likely not true, Zhao Zhen was still furious, how could he see people killing their own ancestors in front of him?

He was about to rise into the sky with a long roar, but he only heard a magnificent heavenly sound explode in the sky.

A big hand like jade appeared out of the air, full of clouds and wind.

One finger down!