In the Tang Dynasty, there were thousands of mountains and rivers, and the phantoms of nearly 100 treasures of the Yuan Shen appeared in the air, blooming with terrifying power. There are also twelve Yuan Shen figures who personally took action, which was even more earth-shattering.

Such a terrifying picture has not appeared since Emperor Qin!

Under such an attack, Su Ming was still leisurely, and continued to chant in his mouth: "Save Zhao with the golden mallet, Handan was shocked first." Two strong men in Qianqiu, Xuanhe Daliang City. ”

The shadows of the treasures of the primordial gods fell, and the sky became extremely bright again, and the rays of light even surpassed the sun and the moon, turning into the most beautiful scenery in the sky.

A jade vase as high as a thousand zhang was the first to arrive, and infinite light sprinkled from the bottle, pouring like water, and in an instant, it enveloped all the thousands of zhang. Countless beings instantly shattered and disappeared into the treasure light of the jade bottle.

Su Ming stood still, as if nothing had happened. The treasure light of the jade bottle was like an undercurrent of the sea, enveloping him in it. Countless forces are either squeezing or pushing and pulling, all of which vary. But his flesh was so strong that it was unbelievable, and the light fell on his body, clanging, but not even his clothes could be damaged.

He stood there, his flesh heavy, as if even space had been distorted. When the phantom of the treasure of the primordial god bombarded his body, he had been weakened by an unknown number of times!

With this kind of powerful physical body, even the Vajra Sect and the Extreme Demon Palace, which were famous for refining their bodies, were secretly frightened and amazed!

After a few breaths, in the midst of a long groan, the treasure light flowing from the jade bottle suddenly shattered, spreading out in all directions, Su Ming walked over and smashed the phantom of the jade bottle with one palm.

Then a 33-story sky tower fell, each floor is divided into nine corners, and countless bells are hung on it, swaying in the wind, tinkling. Each floor of the heavenly tower is engraved with countless patterns, words, and talismans, and it seems that heaven and earth, landscapes, and all things and spirits are on it. The power of the thirty-three layers of heavenly towers was superimposed, as if it had multiplied thirty-three times, and it was extremely terrifying!

Su Ming stretched out his palm, covering the sky and the sun, and his palm stretched out, and even the space was distorted. The thirty-three-story skytower was originally infinitely powerful, but the closer it got to his palm, the smaller it became. By the time it came to contact, it had turned into the size of a palm. Then he was slapped by Su Ming with a palm and turned into smashes.

One by one, the magic weapons fell illusory, but they were shattered by Su Ming one by one. These treasures of the primordial gods are all the sect masters or supreme elders who have cultivated the deepest in each sect, urging the power of the magic weapons, thousands of miles away, and striking from afar. Although it is wonderful and powerful, it has lost a bit of power after all, and it is not as good as shooting in person. But Su Ming's strength, although everyone has not seen it in person, they also know it. If the real body comes here, if one is not careful, I am afraid that he will be buried here.

Although there are hundreds of illusory shadows of the treasures of the primordial gods, no one dares to reveal their true identity here! Even the twelve primordial god figures only rely on their own primordial gods or magic weapons, attacking each other from afar, and dare not come!

Even though the illusory shadows of the Treasure of the Yuan God were like meteors, falling overwhelmingly, they could not let Su Ming be harmed by half a point. He is in it, leisurely as a stroll, incomparably indifferent.

"The bones of the dead man are fragrant, and he is not ashamed of the world. Who can write Your Excellency, the White Head Taixuan Sutra? ”

After singing the song "Chivalrous Journey", Su Ming looked up to the sky and smiled: "Li Qinglian, Li Qinglian, if you are alive, will you also sigh that there is no one in the world?" The great cultivation world, but a group of people who are greedy for life and afraid of death! Most of the cultivation realm, the twelve primordial gods, no one dared to come! ”

His voice went straight up to the nine heavens, and then spread far away in all directions, even if more than a hundred Yuan Shen treasures bombarded, it couldn't be weakened in the slightest. He killed hundreds of true disciples of the sect in one fell swoop, causing the vitality of the cultivation realm to be injured. However, the twelve top sect Yuan Shen figures, hundreds of first-class sects, faced him alone, they didn't dare to come. The situation in the monastic world can be seen!

When the twelve primordial gods heard Su Ming's words, they were shocked and angry, but they didn't dare to come here, so they could only use their skills, with the help of the sect's heritage, thousands of miles away, and kill them from afar. And hundreds of first-class sects also continue to sacrifice the treasure of the primordial gods, and they continue to bombard it.

In the sky, there are rays of light that are brighter than the sun and the moon, the divine light is clear, the light is brilliant, the glow is connected together, and it continues to fall, like a meteor rain.

He stepped into this realm in one step, and his strength was so high that even if he had been famous for a long time, it was difficult to compare. However, when you first enter the realm, there are naturally many imperfect and immature places. The bombardment of these twelve primordial god figures and hundreds of primordial god treasures was giving him an excellent opportunity.

Every blow of the Yuanshen characters contains the method they have learned so far, and the truth of their understanding. When the power of the hundreds of primordial gods bloomed, it also contained countless knowledge and mysteries.

The twelve primordial god figures, hundreds of primordial god treasures, the energy contained in them, the knowledge they contain, the mysteries of the Dao, and the various truths of the forest are simply unimaginable. And every blow is equivalent to Su Ming seeing these truths and wonderful methods once and receiving a baptism.

His vision, constantly rising, became incomparably broader. His body and strength are becoming more and more perfect under constant baptism and tempering. His soul has advanced by leaps and bounds, reaching a more profound and mysterious realm!

The bombardment of the Yuanshen character, the treasure of the Yuanshen, not only did not make him hurt in the slightest, but became more and more brave and stronger!

If you follow the cultivation method of this world, after being innate and comprehending your own way, condensing your soul into a primordial spirit, and turning the innate true qi of your body into primordial divine mana, there would have been a period of weakness. But the deeper the accumulation, the shorter the period of weakness. But correspondingly, the deeper the accumulation, the more difficult it is to break through.

Ordinary innate grandmasters who have achieved primordial god characters will be careful and fully prepared. After achieving the Yuanshen character, there will also be the Yuanshen Tribulation, which will be bombarded by the Yuanshen character and the Yuanshen treasure. After crossing, it is natural to achieve a generation of primordial gods, and this party is at its peak. If you can't cross it, you will die.

For thousands of years, there are not a few people who have the talent and qualifications to achieve the Yuan Shen, but there are only dozens of people who can really survive the Yuan Shen Human Tribulation, and stand at the peak.

The most recent achievements of the Yuan Shen characters are only An Lushan and Shi Siming, as well as Li Qinglian and Guo Ziyi, the great sage of the military family. The rest of the Yuanshen figures, the youngest of whom also date back to the early Tang Dynasty, followed Emperor Taizong to fight in the south and the north. As for the Yuan Shen figures in the cultivation world, none of them have achieved the Yuan Shen in the past three hundred years.

It is difficult to go from the innate grandmaster to the primordial god, but the primordial god human tribulation is the biggest calamity. This strange custom, which has been the case for thousands of years, has survived.

When Su Ming was in Chengdu City, his physical body and true qi had already stepped into this realm, but he was short of a trace of martial will. After watching the martial arts realm and Miao Dao of the manifestation of the ancient Chiyou imprint in Panwang Mountain, the accumulation was even deeper, but it was still a little bit worse.

It wasn't until here that he was besieged and killed by hundreds of true disciples of top sects and first-class sects with the treasure of the Yuan Shen, and finally took that step. With his background, coupled with the effect of He's Bi, after stepping out, he did not feel the slightest weakness, but became more powerful.

Su Ming only felt that under the constant bombardment, his physical body, true qi, will, and strength were getting stronger and more perfect. His mind seemed to be silent to a silent world, his hands were getting heavier and heavier, the power in his hands was getting stronger and stronger, boom, and his hands were as heavy as mountains!

He shuttled back and forth among the attacks of countless Genshin characters and Genshin Treasures, taking on everyone's attacks alive. His true qi became heavier and heavier, more and more refined, more and more condensed, and his speed was getting faster and faster. The moves in his hands are also strange, from the simplest fighting skills, to complex martial arts skills, to incomparably complex and complex stunts, and finally into a variety of moves, ever-changing!

Some of these moves are extremely simple, some are full of flaws, and some are simple and vicissitudes, but whether they are simple or flawed, in his hands, there seem to be no flaws.

And every time he performs a move, there is a corresponding martial will to appear, or like the sky and the sea of clouds, or like thunder and thunder, or like the boundless earth, or like the sea of crossing, or like mountains and rivers, or like the sun, moon and stars, or like red dust. Between heaven and earth, all things are revealed.

I don't know how long it has been, Su Ming finally couldn't help it, he let out a long howl, and the sound spread far away, the wind and clouds surged, and the tide of spiritual energy was generated agitated, surging constantly!

Before the whistle fell, his martial will manifested again, straight as a pillar, sharp as a sword, soaring into the sky, straight into the sky! Brilliant, Zhengda, pure, as one! Where the will of the martial arts lies, it shows that Su Ming adheres to the truth and belief that he agrees with in his heart, and the heavenly way and humanity seem to be in it.

Unconsciously, his fighting spirit was full of anger. The battle intent and true qi are the surging anger in the body of the warrior!

Su Ming roared endlessly, and the moves in his hand were ever-changing, showing endless mysteries, which seemed to be rich in the eternal truth between heaven and earth. He stretched out his big hand and shook it hard!

With this grip, the will of the martial arts fell violently, and it was magnificent!

This grip, the spirit and spirit are all held in it, and it is flawless!

With this grip, the vicissitudes of heaven and earth, nature, and humanity are all controlled, and the clouds are light and the wind is light!

Su Ming punched out, the fist was magnificent, vast and boundless, and it seemed to be condensed into substance and revealed. The attacks of the Yuanshen characters in the sky, and the phantom of the Yuanshen Treasure, under this punch, are all like paper paste, and they are extremely fragile.

Under one punch, all kinds of attacks turned into a void, and it can be said that all directions are destroyed!

In the midst of the long roar, Su Ming punched out, divided into twelve in the sky, and passed along the previous direction.

Before the fist intent is condensed into substance, no matter how powerful the martial arts cultivation is, the attack distance of the essence is always very limited. But if the martial will or fist intent is condensed into substance, it can lock on to the enemy through hundreds or thousands of spaces, carry out cross-border attacks, and almost ignore the constraints of the void, no matter how high the escape method is, it is difficult to escape.

Su Ming's martial arts will has not actually been condensed into substance, and the attack range of the true essence is also limited. However, relying on the function of He Shibi to control the vitality of heaven and earth, a trace of fist intent can be transmitted, and it can last for thousands of miles without damage. Although this is already the extreme, it is enough in this world.

With his dividing fist intent, with the help of He's bi's thousand-mile blow, all directions seemed to suddenly fall silent, and there was a dead silence.

On a high mountain in the south, a Taoist temple is hidden in it. There were hundreds of cultivators inside, all of whom were deducing the formation and pondering the law. There was an old man, sitting in a large hall of colored light. Between the flow of mana, a primordial god on the top manifested, and the whole body was shrouded in blue light. In between, it turns into black and white or five-color light, and it flows endlessly. It is the sect master of the Dunjia Sect, a generation of primordial gods, and a person of the Essence of Xuandao.

He just sat casually, and the whole person seemed to be integrated into this world. The mountains, Taoist temples, and all the natural environment are harmoniously united with him, just like an ink painting, without any of them, it will make people very uncomfortable. Anything else on the side can also make people feel abrupt.

Teaching the law of nature, harmony with the Tao, and the unity of heaven and man.

Suddenly, just above the distant sky, a vast and pure fist intent was like thunder, as fast as lightning, and it only took a moment to cross thousands of mountains and rivers to the front. When it fell, it burst out like the sound of the tide of the sea, and the huge power of ten thousand horses fell directly on the primordial god.

The intent of this fist is huge, as if the thunder of the nine heavens, the thunderbolt is in the sky, and it is hitting the primordial god. The Jingyuan Daoist was also shocked, and couldn't help but snort, and the brilliance on the Yuan Shen seemed to have dimmed a little. A moment later, with a cold snort, the Yuan Shen fell into his body, and his old eyebrows looked at the sky, silent, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

At the same time, the remaining eleven Yuan Shen figures also received a blow from Su Ming. With the help of the power of He's Bi, he traveled thousands of miles, and his fist intent suddenly came to him, more or less, all of them were affected. These eleven primordial god characters have different expressions, but in the end, they all received their magical powers and stopped moving.

Next, without waiting for any more reactions from all parties, Su Ming kept howling, and the whistling sound rolled, like thousands of thunderbolts roaring. The eight directions are agitated, the wind and clouds are gathering, and the sound is getting higher and higher, and it is simply piercing the golden cracked stone. In an instant, a wind and thunder echoed in the heavens and the earth, and the rocks rolled and the cliffs burst. Combined with his previous move of punching the Twelve Yuan God figures, it was indescribably powerful and domineering!

"If you don't retreat, I can't do it!" Su Ming snorted coldly, although his voice was not loud, it had a majesty that was difficult to disobey.

Before the words fell, the hundreds of treasures of the primordial gods all turned into brilliance, like a meteor, across the sky, and disappeared. There was also a treasure of the Yuan God that wanted to roll up the magic weapon dropped by the true disciple who had died before, but it was crushed by Su Ming's punch, and even the fist intent was endless, stretching along the void.

All of a sudden, the sky was high and the earth was far away, the wind was calm, and only Su Ming was alone, falling gently from the void. With a roll of the big sleeves, all the treasures of the Yuan Shen or the rest of the treasures that fell were collected. With another slap, a large pit was revealed in the ground, and all those who died here were buried in the ground.