In the center of the square, there is a stone monument ten zhang high.

The stele is simple and unpretentious, exuding an ancient atmosphere of time, and I don't know how many years it has stood there.

This is the second punch of "Heavenly Emperor Divine Fist".

"Heavenly Emperor Divine Fist" is different from divine skills, and can be divided into the realms of why Xiaocheng, Dacheng, subtlety, and perfection.

Every punch it throws is a realm.

At this time, Yan Qing walked onto the square and stared at the stone tablet quietly, now it was time to practice the second fist.

"I've seen the third senior brother. ”

Yan Qing saw Nangong Yunyao looking at her, and bowed slightly.

"You're here to practice this second punch?" Nangong Yunyao said, although he had already guessed it.

"Hmm. ”

Yan Qing nodded and asked, "Third Senior Brother, has you cultivated this second punch?"

Nangong Yunyao suddenly smiled a little bitterly, his expression was extremely bitter and helpless, and said: "Senior brother has been cultivating here for twenty or thirty years, and he still hasn't achieved anything, this second punch is really too difficult and too difficult......

Yan Qing felt that the third senior brother was very disappointed, and even a little remorseful, and at this time he couldn't help but think of a sentence. Throughout the ages, it has trapped many amazing geniuses and achieved nothing in their lifetime......

Perhaps, the third senior brother has also become one of them.

"Senior Brother Yan, is it wrong that the third senior brother shouldn't waste all his time on this second punch?" Nangong Yunyao asked softly, his eyes looking at the stone tablet were a little sluggish, and he became devoid of his former brilliance.

This second punch, he cultivated too depressed and aggrieved.

Thirty years.

Nothing.

Although he is still the third senior brother, his strength has dropped out of the third place and has fallen to the seventh place.

"Third Senior Brother, how can there be any right or wrong in this way of cultivation?" Yan Qing shook her head.

"But Senior Brother has wasted thirty years, if Senior Brother hadn't wasted these thirty years, then Senior Brother would have already been a Great Dragon Realm, or even a demigod, not the current Dragon Gate Realm......"

Nangong Yunyao said with a crying voice, and the whole person became depressed.

"If there is gain, there will be loss, and whether there is more or more loss depends on how the senior brother looks at it. Yan Qing was silent for a moment and said.

Nangong Yunyao just shook his head and didn't speak again, in these thirty years, he only had to lose. At this moment, two tears cut down from his face and dripped silently down the square.

Splashed a smash.

Yan Qing's eyes drooped, and she quietly looked at the two teardrops, and her heart twitched suddenly. Perhaps at this time, the third senior brother's dream of cultivating the second fist was also shattered like that teardrop......

A genius in tears!

Yan Qing's heart suddenly fell silent, and then she sat down quietly in front of the stone tablet, her eyes staring at the stone tablet quietly.

"Capturing the ...... of the Breath of Time"

With the experience of the first punch, Yan Qing was also familiar with the way to cultivate again, and quickly found the way.

"It's hard, it's hard......"

Nangong Yunyao glanced at Yan Qing and said to herself, her eyes were full of bitterness.

I don't know when, Yan Qing's eyes suddenly became blurred, she couldn't see everything in front of her clearly, and the whole world became blurred. As time passed, I found that my eyes had become a dark nothingness.

In this void, there is a white silk thread.

In this silk thread, there is a special breath, which is the breath of time.

"As long as you keep walking along the silk thread, you can go back to that ancient time...... Yan Qing said quietly, running along the silk thread at this time, but the silk thread seemed to have no end.

Nangong Yunyao saw that on the square, a white light with a rich aura of time suddenly appeared, and he found that Yan Qing seemed to have lost his soul, and immediately knew what was happening, and he couldn't help but be shocked, and his eyes showed horror.

How long has it been?

There was no time for a cup of tea.

Yan Qing's talent was so strong that Nangong Yunyao was amazed.

"Haha, it really deserves to be the first god pill of the ages......" Nangong Yunyao suddenly chuckled, but it was a crying laugh, and the laughter was extremely sad.

At this time, Yan Qing sat quietly cross-legged, the whole person was motionless like a wood carved clay sculpture, there was no trace of breath on her body, as if she was dead.

In that dark nothingness, Yan Qing ran wildly along the white silk thread, and at the same time, pictures appeared in his mind.

These images are all scenes that have already happened, yesterday, the day before yesterday, ten days ago, and then a month ago......

Like a rewind, it quickly retreated.

I don't know when, Yan Qing seemed to have traveled through time again, and instantly returned to that distant and ancient time. When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing on a wild land, desolate everywhere, with no grass growing.

A piece of ruin, a piece of desolation, a piece of dead silence.

The sky was dark, and the earth was cloudy.

There is no wind, no clouds, no stars, no moon, a little turbid, a little bloody.

An ancient and vicissitudes of time is flowing, and the whole world is also filled with a very special and powerful atmosphere.

This strong aura is like a wisp, interweaving the whole world, and the chapter shows its roughness, hideousness, obscurity and mystery, which seems mysterious and weird, and it seems that you can still feel them flowing on your fingertips.

"It's back here again......"

I don't know when, an incomparably tall figure appeared in the distance, black hair as bright and thick as a galaxy, and eyes as cold and cold as a blade. When that figure appeared, a strong aura instantly filled the heavens and the earth, constantly raging between the heavens and the earth.

The majestic mountains in the distance, under this strong breath, continue to crumble......

At this time, Yan Qing heard that one again, a roar that he would never forget.

"The day I am reborn will be the time when blood will wash the heavens and all the worlds!"

With supreme majesty and a ferocious killing aura, the roar broke through the sky and shattered the entire world. Under this roar, Yan Qing felt an uncontrollable blood qi tumbling, and the blood seemed to be about to break through the blood.

"It's ...... again"

In that ancient period of time that was far away to an unknown era, the thirteenth emperor roared and shattered the entire heaven and earth, and the last punch was blasted, which also returned the shattered heaven and earth to chaos.

"The Art of Fate!"

Yan Qing let out a loud roar, and the black and white fog circle began to slowly rotate again, followed by wisps of green smoke escaping from the top of his head.

At this time, heaven and earth returned to chaos.

That period of ancient and unknown years has also disappeared.

"Yijiazi ......"

On the square, Yan Qing opened his eyes, and the second punch of the "Heavenly Emperor Divine Fist" only burned the lifespan of one jiazi, which was forty-eight years less than the first punch.

Nangong Yunyao next to him saw that his mind was blank, and the whole person seemed to have lost his soul, and his eyes were empty and godless.

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