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That breath, covering the sky and the sun, is mighty, making people's breath stagnant and their souls tremble.

This is an invincible force that exists between heaven and earth, capable of destroying everything and controlling reincarnation.

A figure, standing like a demon god.

The pitch-black nebula swirled, the void gap, like the mouth of a giant beast.

And below the gap, the figure stood there equally calmly, with an indifferent gaze, looking down on everything, ignoring everything.

With a wave of his arm, a stream of colorful power spread out in all directions.

The crowd let out a burst of exclamations, and one individual, staring intently into the distance, and in different directions, but without exception, all looked into the distance.

It seems that something terrible has happened, even the leaders of the clan elders are solemn.

In the face of these colorful people, they are like a great enemy, but now they find that they seem to be wrong, and they all doubt whether they are worthy of being an opponent.

This force is beyond their reach, unable to give birth to the idea of resistance, and has despair. What kind of power is it, terrifying, so that the cosmic energy in their bodies can't help but roar.

Feng Yu's expression has not changed since the appearance of the colorful man, if you say who is the strongest in the present, it must be him, the great elder. The stronger the power, the more terrifying the perception, and only he could feel the danger emanating from the seemingly ordinary body of the colorful person, the danger that made him tremble.

Who is this man, where does he come from, and he came from the void, is there another world, they don't know?

Just the trick of shattering the void would never be possible without the power of the sixth-level life level.

The multicolored giant is capable of breaking through the void, and as you can imagine, the giant has the power of a sixth-level life level. When the colorful man broke through the sky, he appeared in an instant, killing the giant with one palm, and the giant didn't even fight back, this person's strength must be far above the sixth level.

Level seven.

Feng Yu thought of a terrible word, in this world, there are very few people whose strength can reach the seventh-level life level, and beyond the seventh-level life level, they can reach the eighth-level life level......

It's not that he doesn't believe it, it's because that kind of power is too terrifying, the eighth-level life level, it seems to be just a number, but the strength is strong enough to destroy this universe.

Obviously, the colorful people in front of him can't do it yet.

His strength, up to seven levels of life.

Perhaps, he was the only one present speculating on the strength of the colorful people, and everyone else looked into the sky.

Shadows burst through the sky and poured in from all directions.

Being able to appear in such a scene, imagining the actions of the colorful people, it is easy to connect the two.

These shadows flew in from all directions, revealing their forms, stone tablets, engraved with intricate symbols.

The sheer number of stone monuments, which flew from all directions, was surprising, unheard of, and even unbelievable, to appear on this planet.

When he saw the stone stele, Wang Ling's face changed greatly, and he only felt that the energy in his body was rioting, and the power of the colors was about to move, as if he was being pulled by something.

He looked at the stone tablets, gritted his teeth, and forcibly suppressed the force.

But what a power of the colorful power, how could it be so easy to suppress, not to mention, countless stone tablets appeared.

Wang Ling felt that the power in his body was resonating with every stone tablet at the same time.

He suddenly understood that the reason for the appearance of the multicolored stone may be because of the existence of these stone tablets, and it is very likely that the stone tablets are also the same treasure as the heart.

Such a treasure is about to fall into the hands of colorful people, and he is unwilling.

What can he do, compared to the colorful people, his strength is not as good as a mosquito, and he can only hide in the crowd.

The void hummed, and the stone monument rumbled through, like a behemoth, slowly passing by. Some are as small as gravel, and some are as big as mountains, and naturally, they exude a strong coercion.

Some people couldn't bear it, so they just sat on the ground and stared blankly at the sky.

Perhaps, it will be a scene they will never forget, as stone tablets fly from all over the planet, one after the other, of different sizes and shapes, each engraved with intricate symbols.

The symbols are not like words in the universe, flowing with a mysterious atmosphere, and there is a faint coercion emanating from it.

What is this, this is a treasure, a peerless secret treasure, which exists at the same level as the heart.

So many treasures are about to fall into the hands of colorful people.

It seems that something has happened on the planet, and there is such a treasure of a peerless powerhouse, and some people reacted, and their eyes were complicated.

They have survived and multiplied for so long, let alone treasures, and they haven't even found a stone tablet like that, so their luck is really weak.

Countless stone tablets must have been left long before they came here.

The planet may have just formed, or it may be just a speck of dust in the universe, after all, there are various processes in which a planet is formed in the universe.

Or maybe those steles are traveling in the universe and accidentally fall onto the planet, unnoticed.

But no matter how you guess it, the stele was born, and pieces flew towards the colorful people.

Wang Ling's body roared, the cosmic energy was uncontrolled, and the power of the five colors boiled.

The cosmic energy is like a river and a sea, surging and roaring, and under the attraction of the power of five colors, it is running violently in the body.

Wang Ling didn't say a word on the surface, but he was smiling bitterly in his heart.

Others are fine, but there is a stone tablet, and the colorful power in his body resonates uncontrollably, which is really like a dream, but it is true.

The power of five colors, with its mysterious and unpredictable power, boiled in his body, causing the cosmic energy to run wild.

This taste was very uncomfortable, as if the internal organs had been tempered by a thousand times, and bursts of muffled thunder continued to emanate from his body.

Fortunately, everyone's eyes were on the stele, and no one noticed his anomaly.

Suddenly, Wang Ling's face changed, and there were colorful lightning flashes in his pupils.

This was the precursor to transformation, Wang Ling's heart beat faster, and he became nervous like never before, and he tried his best to suppress the colorful power in his body.

He can't be transformed, he has to hide, otherwise ...... He would never believe that the colorful person on the other side belonged to any kind of goodness.

There is an inexplicable aura emanating from the Tree of the Universe, and the momentum is on par with the colorful people, I am afraid that because of this, the colorful people did not act rashly.

The giant tree was monstrous, exuding an overlord-level momentum, and although the colorful people ignored it, they had already noticed it.

It seemed like a calm expression, but in fact, there was a bit of surprise in his heart.

At this time, Wang Ling was getting through his own difficulties, and the more he wanted to suppress it, the more powerful the power in his body became, and the more powerful it was, the more he had to suppress it.

Contradictory, but it must be done.

Wang Ling felt bitter in his heart, deeply feeling his weakness, if he could cover the sky with one hand, I am afraid it would not be like this.

It's just that it's all fantasy, from the beginning, to be able to go to the present, every time I think about it, it still makes him feel like he's in a dream.

So, because of this, he thinks that his hope is himself.

It's not that the world is too strong, but that you are too weak, and only when you are strong can you step into the pinnacle of the world.

All the way to the present, he has never given up any opportunity, even if he fails, he has not said a word, and has been moving forward.

Until now, how can he give up, he still has many things to do, he still has people he cares about, things he cares about.

The distant figure seemed to beckon to him, the gentle smiling face, clearly reflected in his mind, the unforgettable voice, the speaking, the unforgettable words.

All this cut, clear, fell before his eyes.

The cosmic energy in his body was rushing, and at this moment, in his calm body, there were earth-shattering waves.

A shackle of power, at this time, was quietly broken.

Everyone's attention fell on the stone tablet, and no one noticed, and because the movement of breaking through the shackles of power was not as good as the change caused by the promotion, the change in aura was also very small, not to mention that Wang Ling was trying his best to hide his aura now.

The strength was promoted, Wang Ling's body roared, and the colorful power was slowly controlled, and the loss of control gradually subsided.

The stele passed through the air, making a rumbling thunderous sound, and the void was triggered at this moment, trembling.

When you are far away, you don't feel anything, and when the stele is close in front of you, you can feel it, and when you are there, a breath of desolate vicissitudes emanates from the stele, and at the same time, there is a heavy coercion.

There was a deathly silence in the air, only the shocking rainbow shadows of the stone tablets across the sky, one after the other, each revealing endless mystery, each one a treasure.

They don't belong to anyone now, they're flying towards someone who has shattered from beyond the Void, and perhaps the tablets will never be seen again.

Wang Lingyou wanted to snatch a piece, but in the end he suppressed the desire in his heart, and reason told him that daring to be good at action is the time of death.

In fact, no one dares to act rashly, the colorful people are the great enemy, and if they are angry, no one can bear his wrath.

The strong, just by virtue of his momentum, can make people awe-inspired, and the colorful man makes everyone tremble and fear, he is an unimaginable enemy.

A stele quickly fell in front of the colorful people, it was not the first to appear, mixed in a group of steles, slowly overtaking the other steles, and the first to reach the side of the colorful people.

The colorful man stretched out his hand to take it, looked down a few times, nodded, and turned his hand, and the stele disappeared without a trace.

Rumble.

The air suddenly froze, and a majestic momentum descended from the sky, and a stone monument as large as a mountain slowly descended.

A startling scene occurred, the mutation protruded, and the stele continued to approach the colorful man, and the size continued to shrink, slowly becoming the size of a fist and falling into the hands of the colorful man.

Another stele appeared, and the same scene was repeated. The third stone monument, although not as large as a mountain, is also the size of a small mountain. The stone tablet of such a large size was also densely packed with symbols, which were much more than the fist-sized stone tablet that arrived first just now.

The astonishing momentum spread out, and the momentum did not come from the colorful people, but from those stone tablets.

One by one, the number of stone tablets is increasing, and the scales are stacked one after another, like a cow's drizzle, and the figures are too dense.

They were fast, like shadows, shuttling through the air quickly.

Maybe only ghosts, elves, and angels can be compared, surprisingly, the stone tablets, flying are so beautiful. The figure of the stele is light and agile, revealing a special spirituality, which is very eye-catching.

There were constant exclamations, and these people stared at this scene blankly, their eyes were tightly attracted, their eyes did not blink, and they were completely silent in the world of the stone tablet.

The stone tablet was submerged into the hands of the colorful people one by one, as if it was put into some container, and it disappeared without a trace as soon as it came into contact. Although there are many steles, they do not cause any pressure on the colorful people, but from beginning to end, the colorful people seem very calm and quietly take away all the steles.

Taking away all the stone tablets, the colorful man glanced down lightly, and then glanced towards the Cosmic Tree, his footsteps moved, and his figure ran towards the sky, and soon disappeared.

It wasn't until the figure disappeared that the people on the ground reacted and were in an uproar.

Some people gasped, the scene just now was so amazing that they forgot to breathe.

"Who is that person, he is too powerful for non-ancestors to deal with."

"The origin of the people who came from the shattered void is also mysterious."

"What is the place behind the void, it seems that I have never seen it before, it is pitch black."

People are talking about it, and the topic almost revolves around the colorful people, but unfortunately the void gap has long disappeared, and these melon-eating people can no longer see the void behind them. In fact, even if you see it, you can only see a pitch black, and you can't see the truth behind it.

Even Feng Yu was shocked, how could the situation of the others be bad, I am afraid that only the two of them were still silent.

Wang Ling thought back to the scene just now, his eyes were complicated, and Feng Yao was not far away, and there was deep worry in his eyes.

She became a colorful body, just by accident, I thought it was just a probability event, but the colorful people I saw today gave her a pinnacle impact.

That person was too powerful to see clearly, but she could feel his momentum, and just now, she had a sense of fear for the first time.

Feng Yao was clear in her heart that this was not the so-called momentum oppression, but the contrast between the strong and the weak, the contrast between the predator and the prey, and the feeling caused by it.

In front of colorful people, she is like a worm, she can be pinched to death at will.

She remembered that Wang Ling was also a colorful body, and raised her head, only to find that the crowd was empty, and Wang Ling had long since disappeared.

At this time, Wang Ling had already moved away from the Feng Clan's space, and flew forward quickly at a low altitude.

He remembered the way to the altar clearly, and flew as fast as he could, wanting to be the first to arrive.

Stone by stone, lonely in the wilderness, tells the desolation of this ruin.

It was a ruin, a ruined wall, and not a single building remained.

In fact, not long ago, this was still a magnificent castle, the formation left by the original owner is still there, although the castle is like an old man in the twilight, but it still exudes vitality.

Protruding stones, standing tall in the ruins, looked like a ruined altar, except that the upper part was destroyed.

After weathering, the altar became crumbling and riddled with holes, and the half-cut body that was still strong could fall down at any moment.

After a short time, a black dot appeared in the far sky, growing larger and larger, and finally turning into a human form.

Wang Ling came to the ruins of the castle, found the altar at a glance, and his figure fell, and landed steadily in the open space in front of the altar.

Almost without hesitation, the power of his consciousness spread out in an instant, centering on the altar and searching carefully.

Gradually, his expression took on a joyful look.

Below the altar, deep underground, there was darkness.

In the silent soil layer, there was a dead silence, and it seemed that there was no existence, but Wang Ling's consciousness power was still discovered.

This place is located deep underground, and even the power of his consciousness is a little difficult.

After locking on, Wang Ling immediately struck out, piercing the ground, and soon, with a movement of his mind, a black stone fell into his hand.

This stone tablet is broken, as if only the body is left, and there is no colorful aura emanating from the body.

However, the symbols on the stele are still preserved, some are missing, and some of them can be seen clearly.

Wang Ling continued to search, and slowly, found a few more broken stone tablets.

These steles have lost their power, and the symbols are mutilated, perhaps because of this, they were not found by the colorful man, but all of them were cheapened by him.

After getting these stone tablets, Wang Lingru found a treasure and continued to search.

He tried his best to exert the power of consciousness, and searched the entire castle, and even a radius of tens of meters, and all he found in his hand were five remnants of tablets under the altar.

It seems that there is only so much to gain, Wang Ling wiped his sweat. Controlling the consciousness to go underground to search is very stressful and exhausting.

But he was overjoyed with the harvest of five stone tablets. There may be broken stone tablets in other parts of the planet, but the hope of getting them is very slim.

Looking at the remnant tablet in his hand, Wang Ling had expectations in his heart, and he was very distressed about cultivating the power of five colors. If you say that using the Colorful Stone to cultivate, I am afraid that it is the most stupid cultivation method, and the Colorful Stone is very difficult to find. With the remnant of the stele, I may be able to find a way to truly cultivate this power.