There is a qualitative difference between the Creation Realm and the Kan Fate Realm, which is a different understanding of the rules of the world. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Among the known Five Realms of Cultivation, it is almost impossible for a cross-border battle to exist, but Qi Lian is enough to save his life with the Ghost Country Mountain and River Sword in his hand. What's more, he only needs to delay the time until the arrival of the rescue master.

At this time, the senior brother who was floating in the void suddenly froze down, and stood in the air, his fists clenched, and his battle intent soared, and the whole night seemed even darker in front of him.

The door of the caster, the secret room where the ritual artifacts are stored.

A disciple who was only in the Apocalypse Realm yawned sleepily.

Guarding the Dharma Protector is a tedious task, full of treasures, but not for personal use. But since he was the lowest outer disciple of the Casting Sect, he had to follow the orders of the sect master and be on duty here day and night.

The multi-treasure pavilion hundreds of zhang high is densely packed with all kinds of magic weapons, swords, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, dazzling, showing the rich heritage of the 10,000-year-old sect.

In the silence of the night, a slight sound suddenly sounded, like the opening of porcelain at night, bang, gently exploded.

The sleepy disciple woke up, got up and took a few steps towards the glittering chamber.

Without the order of the door master, he could only walk to the door of the secret room, and through the powerful formation, he looked inside boredly. I thought it was just as usual, the sound of that spiritual treasure because of its own chance, and the mana upgrade.

The disciple on duty yawned again, and was just about to leave, but he heard a loud bang, and a bronze Ding Furnace flew down from the Duobao Pavilion several feet high, as if it had been stimulated by some kind of stimulation, sending out terrifying fluctuations.

Immediately afterward, like a violent rainstorm, tens of thousands of magic weapons in the secret room rushed out, breaking through the formation blocking the Duobao Pavilion, and making a mess in the secret room within a hundred zhang radius.

Bang!

Rumble!

The wall of formations guarding the secret room made an earth-shattering roar, as if tens of thousands of giant hammers were bombarding at the same time.

That caretaker disciple had been guarding here for ten years, and he had never seen a situation of ten thousand treasures flying around tonight. With a scream, he ran in the direction of the doorman.

The master of the Casting Gate was reluctant to intervene in the internal fighting of the sect, so he stood on the roof and looked in the direction of the Heavenly Pavilion. The Treasure Pavilion Formation Eye held in his right hand suddenly emitted a burst of light, and then a roaring sound was heard not far away.

As soon as the natal life comes out, all the laws follow! The true natal essence of the strong person in the Creation Realm!

It seems that the situation tonight is far more intense than he believed.

Only cultivators in the Creation Realm can cultivate their own natal true elements, and these natal true elements are the key to unlocking the Dharma of Heaven and Earth, and they also distinguish great cultivators from ordinary cultivators.

The great cultivators of the Creation Realm can use the laws of heaven and earth to condense the true essence into different shapes and things. Among them, the things that are spontaneously condensed by the natal true element are the most powerful.

Dozens of zhang away from the Flying Heaven Pavilion, the senior brother who stood in the air had already condensed the battle intent to the extreme, and everyone who was fighting fiercely on the stone flat felt that the night sky above their heads had been lowered by a few points! The weapon in his hand couldn't help trembling, as if it was about to fly away with the god-like figure in the air!

In the night wind, the senior brother's black hair danced wildly, his right hand turned into a palm, and he grabbed it towards the void!

As if they had captured the soul of heaven and earth, and grasped the root of life, the hearts of the fierce fighting people shrank suddenly with the clenched palms in the air!

Countless heaven and earth vitality converged into the hands of the senior brother like a river flowing into the sea in accordance with the established laws.

In just a moment, a gray dragon of dozens of zhang formed in the hands of the senior brother, with teeth and claws, and it was furious.

Xu Feng looked at the terrifying power like mountains and seas, and exclaimed in his heart: This is the full power of the Creation God Realm!

"The person Wei wants to kill, no one can save him!"

The senior brother drank in a deep voice, and the violent energy like mountains and seas turned into a vast gray dragon that was dozens of zhang long and covered dozens of zhang, and galloped towards Qilian!

From the senior brother avoiding the attack of the three swords of mountains and rivers to sacrificing the natal true yuan, in fact, it was only a moment, Qi Lian, who was standing next to the Flying Heaven Pavilion, his face was dark red, and all the true yuan went against the trend with the mountains and rivers sword to meet the gray true yuan dragon.

Creation is creation, the creation of heaven and earth, and the imitation of the true element is a living being, and this strength is not at all comparable to the fateful realm of understanding one's own numerology.

The furious True Yuan poured down, and the loud sound of the mountains shook the entire mountain.

Qi Lian's face was full of incredulity, and he watched the Ghost Country Mountain and River Sword in his hand be smashed out of his real body and turned into three swords again, and those three swords were like flowers and plants in a storm, instantly swept into the night sky and disappeared.

Breaking the magic weapon in front of him, the gray dragon had just exerted its power, and the dragon head condensed by the true yuan roared wildly, and the surrounding space was filled with terrifying ripples by the true yuan.

Qi Lian only felt that he was floating, and his heart was full of the last trace of horror and unwillingness.

I'm the head of the Burning Star Tower! This guy dares to kill me!

However, everything was over, Qi Lian's unwilling expression was instantly overwhelmed by the violent True Yuan turbulence, and a devastating impact sounded, and the gray dragon mixed with Qi Lian's corpse smashed the Flying Heaven Pavilion dozens of feet wide into ruins.

It was just one move, and in a few breaths, those swift figures had just revealed their silhouettes in the night sky, and the head of the Burning Star Tower had died under the natal true yuan of the senior brother Wei Xiao.

In front of the Flying Heaven Pavilion that was bombed into ruins, the senior brother slowly fell from the sky like a god of war from the sky, and along with him, there were countless bricks and stones and broken tiles, but these things seemed to deliberately avoid the senior brother, forming a clean space around him.

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The two peaks of the Burning Star Tower, in the middle is a hundred-zhang high giant gourd, there is a hole in the gourd, the rolling Dan River rushes down from the top of the gold mountain, Bai Maoxian, the head of the Burning Star Tower, is really like a dead corpse with the true yuan load in the Dan River.

The moment Qi Lian's divine thoughts were exploded, Bai Maoxian's brows, whose eyes were tightly closed, suddenly tightened, and his right hand in Dan He suddenly turned into a Dao finger, as if he was about to point out, however, a black mist like a spider's web immediately covered his whole body, and his efforts were also in vain.

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Those black-clothed star guards who were struggling to kill suddenly stopped, all of them were there, even ignoring the bubbling blood holes on their bodies.

"Your mission is over, because he is dead!" Senior Brother Wei Xiao said coldly.

Everyone led by the third senior brother invariably stood behind the senior brother, indicating their unswerving position, a feeling of life and death emanating from Xu Feng's heart, looking at the senior brother who was standing at the head, although he was slightly rickety, but he seemed to be carrying the whole heaven and earth.

Those black-clothed star guards who were responsible for guarding had already been killed, Xu Feng, Jiang Liao and others had suffered heavy casualties from the hungry tiger-like fighting, and now that the head of the sect had been killed by Wei Xiao, the star guards had no reason to fight.

Xu Feng and the others looked at the night sky, and several figures swept in the sky had already landed on the messy stone floor.

Li Chunning, the deputy master of the Huashen Gate, can hit the middle realm;

The god gate is dedicated to Shi Kui and creates the realm;

The Gate of Transformation is dedicated to Chen Lei, creating a chemical environment;

Feng Youlun, a disciple of the Avatar Sect, is in the Jinshi Realm.

The head of the family passed on the disciples to the pinnacle;

The head of the family passed on the disciple Feng Siniang to create the realm.

The other sects worshipped, and the disciples were different, and these people looked at the disciples of the Martial Arts Sect led by Wei Xiao with complicated expressions, and the eyes that looked at Xu Feng were full of coldness.