The decaying, withered, shattered gray light spanned the vast sea, devouring and spreading to the entire world, at a speed that was normally visible to the naked eye. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info is just a big world, boundless, even if it spreads at a visible speed, but if you want to spread the whole world, you don't know how many years it will take.

"Time... Not much..."

Lonely and cold, Mahal, with his white hair dancing wildly without the wind, muttered and closed his eyes.

"Choke!"

The long sword went out of the body, tearing through the dark and void space, like a beam of sword light, rushing towards the vast ocean, spreading to the entire world of decaying, decaying, and shattering gray light.

Above the blade of the sword, the Dao origin aura was released, and the brilliance was gorgeous.

A full hundred and eight kinds of origins, surrounded by the beam long sword, the unprecedented terrifying edge, shooting vertically and horizontally, like the sword light of the world, bombarded into the depths of the space above the ocean.

"Bang!"

The wind and waves of the void slapped, tearing the space, enough to destroy thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and the sword light that surrounded the one hundred and eight kinds of terrifying origins, under the slap, was torn apart, and did not set off half a point of annihilation.

The full force of Mehal's sword path, in front of the decaying, decaying, and shattering gray light, was like a flat boat in the vast ocean, unable to splash half a cent of the waves, and was easily submerged and swallowed.

"Can't change... sluggish..."

The white-haired figure danced wildly, muttering, tearing through the dark space, returning to the mountain, surging and splashing with a strange aura of decay, decay, and decay, spreading and disappearing into the sky.

"I wanted to buy some time, but unfortunately..."

Mehal put his sword into the sheath, and the loneliness contained in his eyes became more and more intense, faintly isolated from the world, incompatible with the entire immortal world, extremely eye-catching and peculiar.

"Squeak!"

The round, cute snow-white little fox walked over with big eyes.

Under the gaze of Mehal's lonely eyes, the snow-white little fox rubbed Mehal affectionately, leaving a stain, and then hummed a few times in satisfaction, and then beckoned, and the one-horned demon emperor bowed his head.

The whole process Maihal stared at the snow-white little fox, his fingertips secretly condensed a terrifying sharp aura, with his current realm, even if it was an ordinary power, under the sharp qi of his fingertips, he could be strangled into a cloud of blood mist in an instant, facing the little fox without any realm, he could become a lore.

In the end, Mehal still didn't make a move, from the time he got out of the space storm, the snow-white little fox existed as a guide, mysterious and unpredictable, but now he can't see through it.

Although he wanted to find out the secret of the snow-white little fox and see the inexplicable truth before the gray light of decay, decay, and decay came, Mahal still held back and did not make a move.

"The Demon Legion, and my growth, the power of the demon clan that has been killed, counting some eyeless human powers, there are a lot of them. The gray-haired Mahal muttered, his eyes deep, "The road has come to an end." If you continue to do it to the powers, maybe both the demon race and the human race will investigate. ”

The Great Power Realm, in the Immortal Dao System, is also known as the Yuan Shen Realm.

Yuan Ying transforms into a Yuan Shen, man and God are one, and after the fusion, it will be a magnificent existence that opens the world. It has the terrifying power to tear space, cut off time and space, and shatter the stars, shaking the ancient and the modern.

Whether it is a weak human race or a powerful demon race that has swept the world, every powerful person is a terrifying existence that shocks one side and is famous. It is the mainstay of the clan and one of the important combat forces.

The two major ethnic groups fought a decisive battle, scattered, and dozens of great powers disappeared, and there will be nothing for a while. But if the two sides lose hundreds of powers, even if they are ordinary powers, they will notice it.

It must be known that above the powerful Yuan Shen Realm, there are even stronger ones, known as half-immortals.

Each of them is a world-shattering existence that is famous in the past and the present, shocking and immortal, and the horror of power can reverse the sun, moon and galaxy. The longevity of the yuan, tens of thousands, is enough to live a few lives of the mighty.

Such an earth-shattering existence, close to the immortal, is the guide of the entire race, and the number in the entire group is only a handful, very few, even if it is a great power, he has rarely seen such a terrifying existence in his life.

The clan war is related to the direction of all living beings, and there will definitely be such a half-immortal secretly watching the battle.

If there is too much power and too much movement caused by it, it will be noticed by such an earth-shattering existence, and Maihal and the entire demon army will face the danger of life and death.

Mahal had no faith and went to dodge and defeat a near-immortal being.

"This is also the mark of the sword, the biggest drawback. Mahal whispered in his heart.

The sword path mark refines the essence blood of the strong man who is several realms below his own, and the speed of progress is very slow, and only by maintaining the same level, or even stronger than his own realm, will there be a leap of progress and improvement.

From seven years ago, Maihal was barely promoted to the powerful Five Heavens, and after becoming one of the few powerful existences, the essence blood of the strong people in the world who can promote Maihal has become extremely rare.

Even the promotion of the great powers of the Demon Legion rarely relied on the powerful essence blood, and most of them relied on the accumulation of the amount of the demon emperor's essence blood to break through. The powerful essence and blood are all concentrated in Mahal.

Even so, seven years later, Mahal's progress is not significant.

The scarcity of peak powerhouses makes Mehal's kendo mark rarely useful.

The road is at the end, and the more you reach the late stage of the peak, there will only be fewer and fewer earth-shattering existences at the peak, half-immortals, near-immortals, maybe there are only a few people in the whole world, the demon race, and the human race.

A few people, even if they all turned into essence blood, it would be impossible for them to push their own realm to the peak. What's more, a few peak powerhouses are all amazing eternal existences that cannot be defeated.

To reach this peak realm, it is difficult to distinguish between victory and defeat, and it is rare to distinguish between the born and the dead.

As soon as he thought of this, Rao couldn't help but sway his heart with the strong concentration of Maihar.

The Demon Punishment Legion, as well as his own promotion and growth so quickly, relied on all the essence and blood heat energy generated by the sword path imprint. For a long time, whether it is a heavy blow in a big war or a death catastrophe of a breakthrough in the realm, it is all about this, so that a person who is used to relying on it suddenly loses this kind of dependence, which can be imagined.

"Unstable?" "Unstable?" Maihal's lonely body moved, and the feeling of detachment and discomfort that he had lost the use of the kendo mark instantly collapsed, "If I can't even think of this, how dare I, Maihal, use external heat energy and essence blood again and again, instead of firmly cultivating step by step." ”

"It's time to go!" said McHal.

The little snow-white fox basking in the sun pursed his lips, although he was a little impatient, but he still jumped clumsily on Mehal's shoulder, and in front of the spatial passage torn by Mehal, he submerged and disappeared here, entering the other end of the spatial rift, a familiar place.

. (To be continued.) )