Boom, the stone monument collapsed, the earth cracked, and a large sea of stars began to annihilate at this moment.

At the entrance of the Star Sea, the thunder that had disappeared in the area where the bluestone gourd was located rumbled and raged again.

In the thunder, a silver flying boat had just rushed out, and it was blasted out by raging lightning.

"Damn, this is Lao Tzu's life!" In the thunder, Zhuo Yang couldn't help jumping up and down.

However, compared to Zhuo Yang at this moment, the others were even more miserable, and a group of powerful and powerful people were all in a dilemma by the besieged Star Sea.

There is a thunder blocking the way at the exit in front of you, and the chaotic thunder sea in the sea of stars behind you is rioting, and the space is being annihilated.

Whether it is thunder or the space of annihilation, it is endless trouble for everyone.

Just when people's faces were pale and they were struggling, an old sigh suddenly came, the sigh was a little helpless, but it clearly resounded in everyone's ears.

At this moment, Zhuo Yang couldn't help but raise his head, only to see an old figure slowly emerging on the floating island at some point.

This figure stood in the air with white beard and white hair, and just like that, he poked out a handprint and fanned out towards the thunder.

"The God King in front of the stone tablet?" Looking at the figure that was old but showed supreme means, Zhuo Yang's eyes were full of solemnity.

"God King Realm, it's just a quasi-God King, although it is infinitely close, but it is still only in the Divine Hidden Realm!" The system's evaluation suddenly sounded, and Zhuo Yang's eyes became extremely solemn.

Only the quasi-god king has such a means, so how strong should a true god king realm powerhouse be?

At this moment, Zhuo Yang's eyes widened, and he clearly saw that the old man only slapped out, and the thunder that enveloped the bluestone gourd was suppressed in an instant.

The thunder dissipated, and the old man seemed to shout: "Hurry up, the old man won't be able to support it for long!"

As his words fell, Zhuo Yang clearly saw figures rushing out of the dark hole at the mouth of the bluestone gourd.

The person who took the lead was still Qin Shiyue in white clothes and white dresses, but at this moment she had long lost her peerless demeanor, on the contrary, her hair was messy and slightly embarrassed at the moment, but her eyes were full of brilliance.

"She has the Origin Divine Treasure in her!" The fat man's eyes jumped, and he felt a little surprised, she could win the Origin Divine Treasure in the hands of so many strong people with her own strength, needless to say, her strength had already surpassed others.

Qin Shiyue, who rushed out, bowed slightly to the air, and then disappeared without looking back.

Then another figure rushed out, Lin Jingyi with a white veil covering her face, the unruly Demon Emperor Qingcang, the ancient heart of the immortal clan with a cold face, and the shadow mother-in-law who drooped like a rotten tree!

It's just that as soon as these people appeared, they fought together desperately.

What is surprising is that at this moment, the Demon Emperor Qingcang is actually alone against the three powerhouses of the Saneng realm, and it is obvious that the last Origin Divine Treasure is on him.

A few people walked while fighting, and they didn't notice that in the void not far away, Zhuo Yang and the two of them drove the flying boat and hid far away.

It's not that they don't want to leave, but because, at the moment when they wanted to leave, the white-bearded and white-haired old man suddenly waved his hand, and the two of them were imprisoned in the air in an instant.

"What does he want to do? Does he know everything inside?" Zhuo Yang looked at the fat man with an ugly face, but saw that the fat man's face was also cloudy, and it was obvious that his thoughts should be similar to his own.

"System, is there a way to escape mysteriously?" Zhuo Yang couldn't help but ask the system in his mind.

But he listened to the system: "You can hand in one Origin Divine Treasure now to get 100,000 faith points, and turn in two copies to get an additional chance to use the skills of words and spells!"

After the system finished speaking, Zhuo Yang frowned for a moment, a Origin Divine Treasure can get a chance to use the skills of the words? This sounds very good, but Zhuo Yang is not satisfied.

After all, the words and the magic follow the opportunity to use the skill, and when it is used up, there is nothing, but the origin of the god is different, that is the most original east wind in the world.

In the fat man's description of the origin of the gods, that is the most lacking thing for the monks in the world after the great power realm, if it is not for the lack of the origin, how can there be countless people trapped in the great power realm in this world.

At this moment, Zhuo Yang's eyes widened, and he clearly saw that the old man only slapped out, and the thunder that enveloped the bluestone gourd was suppressed in an instant.

The thunder dissipated, and the old man seemed to shout: "Hurry up, the old man won't be able to support it for long!"

As his words fell, Zhuo Yang clearly saw figures rushing out of the dark hole at the mouth of the bluestone gourd.

The person who took the lead was still Qin Shiyue in white clothes and white dresses, but at this moment she had long lost her peerless demeanor, on the contrary, her hair was messy and slightly embarrassed at the moment, but her eyes were full of brilliance.

"She has the Origin Divine Treasure in her!" The fat man's eyes jumped, and he felt a little surprised, she could win the Origin Divine Treasure in the hands of so many strong people with her own strength, needless to say, her strength had already surpassed others.

Qin Shiyue, who rushed out, bowed slightly to the air, and then disappeared without looking back.

Then another figure rushed out, Lin Jingyi with a white veil covering her face, the unruly Demon Emperor Qingcang, the ancient heart of the immortal clan with a cold face, and the shadow mother-in-law who drooped like a rotten tree!

It's just that as soon as these people appeared, they fought together desperately.

What is surprising is that at this moment, the Demon Emperor Qingcang is actually alone against the three powerhouses of the Saneng realm, and it is obvious that the last Origin Divine Treasure is on him.

A few people walked while fighting, and they didn't notice that in the void not far away, Zhuo Yang and the two of them drove the flying boat and hid far away.

It's not that they don't want to leave, but because, at the moment when they wanted to leave, the white-bearded and white-haired old man suddenly waved his hand, and the two of them were imprisoned in the air in an instant.

"What does he want to do? Does he know everything inside?" Zhuo Yang looked at the fat man with an ugly face, but saw that the fat man's face was also cloudy, and it was obvious that his thoughts should be similar to his own.

"System, is there a way to escape mysteriously?" Zhuo Yang couldn't help but ask the system in his mind.

But he listened to the system: "You can hand in one Origin Divine Treasure now to get 100,000 faith points, and turn in two copies to get an additional chance to use the skills of words and spells!"

After the system finished speaking, Zhuo Yang frowned for a moment, a Origin Divine Treasure can get a chance to use the skills of the words? This sounds very good, but Zhuo Yang is not satisfied.

After all, the words and the magic follow the opportunity to use the skill, and when it is used up, there is nothing, but the origin of the god is different, that is the most original east wind in the world.

In the fat man's description of the origin of the gods, that is the most lacking thing for the monks in the world after the great power realm, if it is not for the lack of the origin, how can there be countless people trapped in the great power realm in this world.