The three chens, the sun, the moon and the stars. In Confucianism, the Sanchen Banner is like the five elements of yin and yang of the Tao, and the lotus relics of the Buddha are symbolic things.

When Hao Wuji urged this move, the sun, moon and stars shone together, and the light in the sky was like a vast torrent, filling the sky, stealing the mystery of the operation of the heavenly way, gathering the creation of the universe of life and death, and the power was endless, continuous and agitated.

And on the other side of him, the monstrous blood qi spread, and the terrifying evil qi raged thickly, rolling up layers of storms, raging through the void like sharp blades, cutting through space.

Roar!

As if from an ancient time ago, the vicissitudes of the flood era of the dragon chant, shaking a radius of hundreds of miles, the blood mist was filled, and the hideous dragon shadow opened its sharp claws, as if it was about to tear open the sky and swallow the world.

Boom!

The three lights shine together, the brilliant light falls on the earth, the wave-like power hits down with it, the moment the heaven and the earth roar, the sound of the holy way is endless, and the will of heaven and man resonates like never before, forming a huge oppression.

The dragon shadow roared, the blood and qi spread, and the evil qi lingered around it, shattering the void heaven and earth, and raising its head against the sky!

Bang!

The sound of a huge collision shook open, the earth collapsed, and the space also collapsed, and the bright light and blood-colored power turned into two huge storms, constantly impacting, and the thunderous sound of breaking resounded in the space.

Bang!

The loud and piercing sound resounded endlessly, and the two domineering forces continued to collide, and the aftermath destroyed the surrounding land.

Whether it was Hao Wuji or the Blood Dragon, they all abandoned other thoughts at this moment, only the killing intent to destroy the other party, rushed into the center of the collision of powers, and the two started the most fierce battle.

Hao Wuji's palm is immense, like the wrath of the sky, ready to sweep away the sins of the world, and the blood dragon is flying with sharp claws, and the strange and dangerous light flickering endlessly, as if it wants to bring the end of heaven and earth, the end of everything.

Boom!

The muffled sound of a drum spread out, and it was so huge that the beasts hundreds of miles away were frightened and scattered.

The visible shock wave erupted, and the power of destruction spread around, long since it became a ruin, and the earth, which had been destroyed countless times, faced another Ling Chi, and the sand and soil flew violently.

Hao Wuji and the two fought from the sky to the ground, the light of the three lights and the blood-colored dragon shadow were still colliding, it was difficult to separate, and they collided so tragically with one move.

Suddenly, Hao Wuji clenched the five fingers of his right hand, and made a fist mark, which hit the blood dragon's chest, and the behemoth energy overflowed, and the blood dragon staggered back, trembling all over.

Hao Wuji's face was happy, and he wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue.

At this time, Hejian Blood Dragon's left foot stomped suddenly, leaving a huge footprint on the ground, bottomless, with this impact, he stabilized his body, and the dragon shadow behind him roared at the same time, and the blood qi formed a huge pillar of light, covering the void, impacting Hao Wuji.

The latter did not dare to be careless, and the light of the three lights diffused at the same time, condensing the laws of the Heavenly Dao, turning into a strange pattern of the sun, moon and stars, and the brilliant white light poured into the void.

Both the blood light and the white light condensed the last and strongest power, rolling the wind and clouds in all directions, shocking the universe and the world.

Disheveled!

Like two giant hands clapping, each filling half of the canopy of the two vast forces, the moment of impact, extremely fast, the grandeur of the power is also the pinnacle, the void vibrates ripples, and the humming sound is even more continuous.

Endless dust swept into the sky, rolling up endless soot, and the heavens and the earth seemed to be plunged into haze, and the strange and deep scene lasted for an unknown amount of time.

Finally, the smoke cleared and the earth returned to its clearness.

The two figures stood in it, both very embarrassed, with their hair scattered, and their bodies were ragged, like beggars.

But the breathtaking spirit exuded by the two is not diminished at all, and the perseverance in the eyes is even more moving.

Hao Wuji looked at his chest, and a wound appeared there, as if it had been burned by the fire, the size of a bowl, and it looked very hideous and terrifying.

And the blood dragon was even more miserable, one arm was directly beaten into ashes, and a cut in the abdomen was cut, and the breath was very sluggish.

"It looks like this seat has won after all. Hao Wuji said coldly while running Yuan Gong to heal his injuries.

The blood dragon laughed fiercely: "I like to fight for my life the most, do you want to fight with me?" He somehow retrieved the fragment of his severed arm, opened his mouth and swallowed it directly, and after a while, flesh and blood formed from the place where his broken arm was broken, and a new arm grew.

Looking at this scene, Hao Wuji's face remained unchanged, he naturally knew the vitality of a powerhouse of his level, although the blood dragon was inferior to him in terms of strength, but it was even better than three points in terms of weirdness, and it was not easy to kill such a master.

For ordinary people, they are immortals and demons, gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, demons and monsters, in short, they are not people.

The battle between gods and demons is never short to end, long-term battle is the main theme, Hao Wuji understands this truth.

If you want to kill a strong person who is close to the realm of martial arts, it takes a lot of preparation, many plans, and still perfect time and place, and only at the most appropriate time, launch the most fatal blow to end the opponent.

Take Mu Jun, Huang Kui, and Winning the Lord as examples, with Mu Jun's strength, both of them have the ability to kill each other at the same time, if they only deal with one person, they will naturally win the game.

But he still didn't choose to kill any of them at the beginning when the emperor or the emperor was letting go, just because the vitality of the strong man at this level was too tenacious, if he couldn't succeed in one blow and completely cut off the other party's vitality, it would only be more troublesome in the future.

The only way to do this is to wait for their own flaws before striking a fatal blow.

In addition to their own strength, this competition is more about patience, perseverance, wisdom, luck and other factors, as well as the judgment and grasp of timing, which is exactly the case between the top powerhouses.

Only with absolute strength and wisdom, enough perseverance and patience, can we grasp the best opportunity at the most critical moment and defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.

The contest of the strong is by no means the kind of one-on-one competition that ordinary people think, the reality will never be a ring, and there will be no referees and rules, using all strength and wisdom, and it is the strong who survives.

Hao Wuji also knew this truth, so at this moment, although he hated the blood dragon very much and wanted to kill the other party to complete revenge, he still relied on his reason to resist the impulse.

Now is not the best time to slay the blood dragon, you need to wait!

Just as he made a decision, the blood dragon said coldly: "It seems that you also realize that you can't help me, and I can't help you, but fortunately, we all have a lot of time to wait, let this time witness, you and I are the final winner of this struggle!"

Laughing, the blood dragon turned into a blood shadow and flew towards the Nine Heavens.

Looking at his departing figure, Hao Wuji's face gradually became gloomy: "What is the origin of this person, how can the blood qi that erupted in his body be so terrifying, if it weren't for my sixty percent fiery Confucian cultivation, it would be difficult to resist at all, and this level of strength is already close to 'Zhiyuan'." ”

Zhiyuan, as the name suggests, is the supreme inner yuan that only the powerhouses of the martial arts realm have, and everyone's attributes are different. For example, Mu Jun has ten percent of the Yuan of the Supreme Dao, while Hao Wuji has sixty percent of the Yuan of Confucianism, Huang Kui has eighty percent of the Yuan of the Demon, and the blood of the blood dragon has enough power to match the ninety percent of the fire level of the Yuan Yuan, which is not trivial.

However, the strength of the blood dragon itself is only the peak of the Heavenly Annihilation, and it has never stepped into the ranks of the half-step realm, so logically speaking, it should not have the supreme element.

Hao Wuji was very strange, and after thinking for a long time, he said: "That's it, let's go and ask the Emperor Mu about this matter, he is a real supreme realm cultivator, his vision must surpass me, he should be able to see something." ”

The realm of martial arts is an extremely mysterious and vague realm, representing the highest peak of cultivation, the ultimate in the world, and no one has ever been heard of surpassing this realm throughout the ages.

Even if it is a god and demon in myths and legends, compared to it, the highest is just this level, this seems to be the strongest realm that heaven and earth are allowed to reach, and no matter how high it is, it will not exist.

Even if it is the legendary Dao Monarch and Great Jue Shizun who have ascended to the heavens, they have not surpassed this realm, after all, the so-called ascension is only from one world to another, as long as you find the right way, it has nothing to do with the realm of strength.

As the highest peak of cultivation, the martial arts realm is very, very mysterious, different practitioners reach this height, and the performance is different, so there are many divisions such as the most immortal, the most Buddha, the most holy, the most Confucian, the most demon, the most demon, the most human, the most god, etc., but it is undeniable that the height of this realm is the real glance at the mountains.

The Extreme Yuan is only a manifestation of its power, and what is truly mysterious is their respective realms.

To the immortals, to the Confucian, to the selfless, to the Buddha without self, to the people without themselves, to the demons without formlessness, to the demons without appearance, to the holy and flawless, to the gods without merit and even the most special to the supreme Tao.

The non-realm corresponding to each supreme realm is the most bizarre part of them, and it is difficult for those who have not attained it to understand the mystery.

Although Hao Wuji cultivated the Yuan of Confucianism, he also understood that the gap between himself and the true Supreme Realm cultivator was not in terms of strength, but in the degree of grasping the subtleties of the creation of heaven and earth and the universe, and the height of the two was different.

And at this moment, on Yujing Mountain, Mu Jun, who had already cultivated to the supreme Dao, looked a little surprised.

He looked at the little doll sent by Tao Daoming, his eyes motionless.

Xuewa was also looking at him, extremely nervous.

Although he was very confused, his innate spiritual sense told him that the cold-looking young man in front of him was by no means a good stubble, very, very terrifying.

If you provoke the other party, you are afraid that you will suffer.

As for what was going to happen, for some reason, he thought of the unfinished egg fried rice.

Hey, why do you think of this when you see the person in front of you? He doesn't look like that egg fried rice demon!

Xuewa was shocked.