The Great Perfection of the Wheel Sea Realm!

Looking at the changes that had taken place in the level realm, Zhang Jiu Ge raised his eyebrows.

He remembered that there was once an ancient sage who cultivated a secret realm alone, and although he did not become an emperor, he became a saint and was able to compete with the quasi-emperor.

I never thought that because of the relationship between my experience points and the cultivation of the Golden Pages scriptures, I would actually cultivate the Wheel Sea Realm to the consummation realm!

Zhang Jiuge narrowed his eyes, since this is the case......

He had the idea that it would definitely make people cry crazy.

If you cultivate each secret realm to the realm of being a saint, what kind of terrifying existence will it become?

Flattening the Ancient Forbidden Land?

Erase the Immortal Mountain?

Bang bang bang.

Zhang Jiuge could feel his heart speed up a little.

This idea is so terrifying that even I think it's a bit absurd and crazy.

It's just that......

Zhang Jiuge's gaze was not only crazy, but also showed a trace of perseverance.

Because he was determined to take an unusual path!

With the only talent of supergod synthesis, if you can't become a special existence, it feels like a waste and an insult to talent.

And......

Fists are king!

If you follow the conventional path step by step and become the Great Emperor, the upper limit will only be the existence of Emperor Ye Tian.

Such an existence, if you want to open the immortal realm, you still need to reincarnate and cultivate for hundreds of lifetimes, and you need the help of various emperors and red dust immortals.

Such a difficult fairy road.

Zhang Jiuge doesn't want it, the way he wants is to push all the way and suppress all the way!

With your own strength, break all the obstacles on the road to becoming an immortal!

"Hoo ......"

Zhang Jiuge closed his eyes and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

The eyes opened again, and the sharp eyes were already restrained.

Zhang Jiuge at this moment seems to be stable and peaceful, but it is a sheathed sword, containing sword energy, just waiting for the last unsheathed to kill the Quartet!

"Huh?"

At this moment, Zhang Jiuge frowned and looked at the palm that was coming from pain.

The golden page scriptures that he was holding were slowly blending into his body!

Seeing this scene, he frowned, but ignored it, allowing the golden page scriptures to melt into his body.

Soon, when the pain is gone.

Zhang Jiuge clearly felt that a page of golden scriptures, like a broken tablet, was immersed in the purple-gold sea of bitterness.

That's when ......

His gaze fell on the broken monument on the side.

His eyes closed slightly, and his right hand flipped over.

The broken monument appears above the palm of the hand.

At first glance it may seem like normal, but ......

After careful inspection, the traces of manual polishing of the broken monument disappeared!

At this time, the broken monument has a kind of innate atmosphere.

It seems that everything is born like this, without the slightest trace of artificiality!

And such a change in the broken monument all came from the angry thunderstorm of that day.

At that time, the thunder tribulation fell, and Zhang Jiuge sacrificed the broken monument, just to resist the thunder tribulation.

But in the end, his heart moved, and he used this thunder tribulation to re-refine the broken monument!

By mistake, the broken monument underwent the current changes.

Although it is still a Taoist weapon, the feeling that the broken monument gives him is even more powerful.

Otherwise......

It will definitely not shatter the Thunder Tribulation!

Shattering the Thunder Tribulation...... But it's all about the strength of the broken monument!

Looking at the broken monument carved by the thunderstorm, he smiled......

Because he had another crazy thought in his heart.

Borrow the thunder robbery to refine the broken monument!

A thunderstorm made the broken monument lose its artificial traces, as if it was born.

So twice...... Three times......

Until the thunder tribulation is ineffective against the broken monument, what will the broken monument become?

Without too much imagination, Zhang Jiu's singer closed his palms and returned to the sea of suffering.

He closed his eyes and chose to enter Hongmeng again.

As a man of action, he prefers to see results in practice!

"Ding Dong!"

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Zhang Jiuge, who was about to enter the Hongmeng game, opened his eyes and looked at the door with a slight frown.

He felt an aura of restlessness, a breath of familiarity.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

"Zhang Jiuge!"

There was a knock on the door, a familiar voice.

Bamboo in a nutshell!

Listening to this voice, the name came to his mind, the owner of this name.

What is this woman doing here?

Zhang Jiuge didn't stand up because he didn't want Jian Yuzhu to recognize him as the man in the elevator.

Just leave the sick appearance of the past to the other party.

"What are you doing here?"

Zhang Jiuge spoke, his tone a little indifferent: "Do you want to see me become stronger like everyone else?" ”

"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I'm still the same."

Jian Yuzhu outside the door, listening to Zhang Jiuge's indifferent voice, was slightly stunned, and then ......

The anxiety in my heart disappeared.

On the cold face, the rain dripped to the ground, revealing a self-deprecating sneer.

Really......

I am still unwilling, otherwise, how can I think that the mysterious man with a grimace is similar to Zhang Jiuge?

I was so stupid that I ran directly to ask for verification, it's really a fool's dream!

Jian Yuzhu shook his head, did not respond, and left here with a cold face.

She completely cut off the delusions in her heart, the delusional idea that her fiancé would become powerful.

Divorce!

At this moment, there was only this word left in Jian Yuzhu's mind!

Similarly, Zhang Jiuge was thinking the same way at the moment, and he felt that there was no need for this matter to drag on.

He stood up and pulled out a cell phone, an old-fashioned cell phone, from a drawer.