"Brother, you left happily. The little brother is struggling to live, fighting the Heavenly Dao alone, how can I live......"

Wang Bin cried and cried, laughing, extremely bitter.

"Where is the Demon Lord? Where is the ghost master? Where is the god of time and space? Where is the old devil? Where is the king of men? Where are the Seven Peerless Women...... You top bulls, still happy in your mother's belly. I'm the only one who lives hard to fight against the way of heaven! ”

Wang Bin sighed.

Thinking about it, Wang Bin felt extremely bitter.

It turned out that he was not a pig's foot, but a pig's foot father.

At this moment, he is only reincarnated for the first time, and at this moment, those big bosses in the future generations have not yet been born, and there is no chance of winning the battle of conquering the heavens at this moment. He is the only one who is a bitter guy, still fighting, fighting bloodily, and waiting alone.

Reincarnation for a hundred lifetimes, nine turns against the sky, this is his fate of being alone and defeating the sky.

There is still a long time, and we have to continue to endure until the moment when the strong gather, and give Heavenly Dao a fatal blow.

Boom Boom!

Wang Bin's cultivation was promoted again, the shackles on his body were broken, and he entered the realm of the god king.

Holding the big dragon knife, Wang Bin was silent!

Things have already happened and cannot be changed, only to try to make up for them.

"Heavenly Dragon Emperor, I will resurrect you!" Wang Bin said silently, and he used the secret method again to start refining the Great Dragon Knife again. The ant just now, after all, his cultivation is a little low, and the rough place where the Great Dragon Knife is refined has many flaws and many deficiencies.

After some refining, a supreme divine weapon was cast, and as for the grade, Wang Bin defined it as a divine soldier against the sky.

In the world of the Divine Tomb, the grade of the magic weapon is very vague, but in fact, it can also be distinguished.

The anti-heaven divine soldier belongs to the anti-heaven level master, and the supreme divine weapon refined can severely damage the heavenly dao, and belongs to the strongest divine weapon; And the heaven-level divine weapon is a supreme divine weapon refined by a heaven-level master, which is also not bad. As for the weapon level below, it doesn't really matter.

After all, cultivation is the key, and weapons are secondary.

A powerful master, even with his bare hands, is unparalleled in combat effectiveness; But if the cultivation is too poor, even if it is protected by divine soldiers, it will be in vain.

"Death is not the end of life, but the beginning of another. Reincarnation, rebirth, reincarnation, this is a kind of beginning; And the corpse gives birth to the will and turns into a zombie, which is another kind of beginning; And the reincarnation seal used by Duan De, a rebirth, is also a kind of beginning! Wang Bin faintly: "The Heavenly Dragon Emperor will not dissipate between heaven and earth, and in the future, he will reunite his soul and embark on the road against the sky!" ”

With a wave of his hand, Wang Bin threw the big dragon knife out, dissipated between heaven and earth, and began to lay out and calculate the world.

Cultivation is recovering little by little, if there is no accident, it will not be long before he recovers to his peak moment and reproduces his anti-heaven level combat power, but this is far from enough. Improving one's strength little by little and surpassing one's previous life is the first goal of life; And calculating the world and cultivating people who rebel against the sky is the second goal.

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On the Seven Evil Continents, the Seven Great Demon Gates are dominant.

The Dark Demon Sect is one of the holy places of the Demon Gate.

Over the years, the Dark Demon Sect has a profound heritage, and there have been many masters, and many God Kings, God Emperors, and even Heaven Rank powerhouses have been born, and their power is extremely huge. Most of the masters, when they reached a certain level of cultivation, most of them immediately left the Seven Evil Continent and went to other regions.

Or simply retreat and contemplate the essence of the Great Path.

On the bright side, most of the monks who walked were mainly god-kings, and god-emperors occasionally appeared.

With the suppression of masters, a certain generation of the Dark Demon Sect may have fallen into a period of decline, a period of depression, but it is difficult to destroy the sect. And as far as those God Emperor Ancestors and Heaven-level Ancestors are concerned, as long as it is not a major event of the destruction of the sect, it will not appear at all.

Small children fight, adults don't bother to pay attention.

If you are unlucky, you don't bother to take revenge.

If there are many children and grandchildren, if one dies, they will take revenge, and they will not cultivate.

A dead genius is not a genius, it can only be regarded as a waste, and it is not worth avenging a waste.

Boom Boom!

At this moment, on top of a mountain cliff, a young man was fighting boxing, refining his muscles and bones, "Legend has it that the ancestor of my Chen family is a god emperor powerhouse, and I am just ordinary, I have been cultivating for thousands of years, and I am only a fifth-level cultivator, which is simply a waste of firewood!" ”

"But I'm not reconciled, diligence can make up for my clumsiness, as long as I work hard and make up for my own shortcomings, I will definitely be able to enter the realm of immortal martial arts!"

Whoa!

Sweat is flowing, and the young man is working hard to cultivate, but he is destined to get twice the result with half the effort.

There are many moments when you don't work hard to succeed.

Whew!

After a long time, the boy stopped, went to a hot spring, and began to soak in the hot spring, soothing the fatigue caused by continuous exercise.

"Alas, I don't know when I will be able to enter the realm of immortal martial arts!" The young man prayed silently in his heart: "God bless me Chenyun, bless me to get ahead, enter the realm of immortal martial arts, and become an inner disciple!" ”

In the Dark Demon Sect, it is divided into miscellaneous disciples, outer disciples, inner disciples, as well as true disciples, holy sons, etc.

First-level martial artists, second-level martial artists, and third-level martial artists are all miscellaneous disciples; The fourth-level martial artists and the fifth-level martial artists are all outer disciples; Only the sixth-level Immortal Martial Realm is an inner disciple. Some of them are outstanding Emperor geniuses, with special physiques, holy bodies, divine bodies, etc., which can be true disciples.

And in each generation, the best one, or two, is called the Son, the Holy Maiden.

The Holy Son, the Holy Maiden, is the façade of the Holy Land, and it is the best genius who is qualified.

If the qualifications are not enough, the talent is not good, the Holy Land would rather be the position of the Holy Son, the position of the Holy Maiden, directly vacant, rather than lacking, lest the quality is not good, the cultivation is too poor, and the face of the Holy Land will be lost.

Chen Yun is just an ordinary outer disciple, with average qualifications, not high, not low. A disciple like him has a lot of them at will, too many and too ordinary. It's just that he is unwilling to be ordinary, unwilling to be mediocre, and wants to get ahead.

Brush!

At this moment, the void resounded, and a blood-colored light flashed, smashing on top of his head.

Boom Boom!

Chen Yun felt that his head was about to explode, and the next moment he opened his eyes, only to see a blood-colored long knife appear in the dantian, with the breath of destruction, the breath of death, it seemed that he was born to kill, and he was born to destroy.

"Do you have the ambition to rebel against the sky?"

At this time, the blood-colored long knife flashed, and a will tortured came, pointing directly at the heart, unable to lie, unable to avoid.

"I have!"

The boy yelled.

Brush!

At this moment, the blood-colored long knife flickered, closely linked to his flesh and blood, as if it had turned into a part of his body, and streams of information also entered his soul.