"Dare to move the future daughter-in-law of Sun Mubai, the second generation disciple of Tiangong in Hongmeng Town, you walking corpses, such a big dog guts!"

Suddenly, a voice came from the sky, gentle and indifferent, not angry and arrogant.

At the extreme end of the vast firmament, an ethereal and majestic figure stepped into the sky.

Because of the distance, everyone didn't see the person's appearance clearly, but what was shocking was that the heaven and earth that the person had set foot in were violently turbulent, boiling, and distorted.

It was as if he was terrified and trembling because of the arrival of this figure...

"Could it be that this one who came is the ancestor of the Great Dao who is above the Heavenly Dao in Hongmeng Town, the Hongmeng Daoist?"

"Nine times out of ten, before the fairy child was crushed by the giant axe of the drought, he seemed to be shouting for the master's help... Isn't the master of the fairy child the palace master of the Heavenly Palace in Hongmeng Town?"

The sound of shock, gasp, and shock came one after another.

At this moment, Lin Jiu, Simu Daochang, Master Yixiu, Yang Youruo, Guo Chenyuan, Jingjing, Ren Tiantian, Ma Xiaoling, and Ma Danna all turned into sculptures.

At this time, the most shocking and horrifying ones are undoubtedly Drought and Houqing.

From the angle from which they stood, they could just see the scene of the purple dragon transformed by the flame giant axe and pounced on Chang'e.

According to common sense, the purple dragon transformed by the flame giant axe had already pounced on Chang'e's immortal body.

At this time, Chang'e had turned into ashes, and her body and spirit were destroyed.

And so it is.

The purple dragon transformed by the giant axe still maintained the speed of falling into the sky like a meteor, but the strange thing was that no matter what, it couldn't get close to Chang'e's immortal body in the slightest.

It is as if the space around Chang'e has been elongated, amplified, and extended infinitely by a mysterious force...

And Chang'e herself, naturally, also discovered the strangeness of the surrounding space.

She raised her head and stared in the direction that Mu Bai had come from, and the purple mist fairy light that wrapped around her quickly dissipated, showing a peerless face.

This face can no longer be described in any words in the world.

What skin is better than snow, extremely delicate, Zhong Lingyu is beautiful... It was a complete blasphemy on her face.

If I had to use an analogy.

That is all the women in this heaven and earth, no matter who they are, as long as they see Chang'e's fairy face, they will be jealous and want to slash her cheeks a few times.

Of course, the reason why Chang'e showed her fairy face at this juncture was that in addition to thanking Mubai for saving her life, it was more...

In Chang'e's judgment, a person who can possess this kind of supernatural power against the sky, even if his cultivation is not as good as a saint, is not far behind.

As a junior, it is very impolite to cover your face.

"Control the power of the laws of space, only the power of the laws of space can stretch and extend the space infinitely, so that my axe will never be able to touch Chang'e's immortal body. ”

"Who is that man? Is it really the master who died miserably?

The frightened hairs of the drought and the Hou Qing suddenly rose.

In the thoughts of Drought and Hou Qing, even if Mu Bai's master is in it, at most he will reach the realm of true immortals, and he is not their opponent at all.

But what is right now is not a true immortal, but a supreme being that even they feel trembling.

What a mess is this?

"There is chaos first, then there is heaven, and Hongmeng creation is still ahead!"

"I'm only eighteen years old this year, and one chaos is a year. ”

At the same time as stepping into the sky, in order to show his supreme character, Mu Bai began to compose poems.

His voice is sometimes rich and pleasant, sometimes ethereal and dreamy, as if it is transformed by the wonderful sound of the Great Dao, containing the supreme mystical creation... made the surrounding world emerge with bursts of strange fragrance.

"There is chaos first, and then there is heaven, and Hongmeng creation is still ahead. I'm only eighteen years old this year, and a year of chaos? What does this palace master of the Heavenly Palace of Hongmeng Town mean that he has lived eighteen Chaos?!"

The drought fish gasped, and his voice trembled: "Sister, how many years has a chaos been?"

"How do I know, it seems like hundreds of millions of years? billions of years? Anyway, we haven't been born yet. ”

Hou Qing was also frightened at this time, and stammered: "Second and second brother, this Hongmeng Daoist is probably already holy, don't say that we, even if our four Allahs join forces, in his eyes are just ants, right?"

"Saint? So what are you waiting for?"

The dartle swallowed water as he moved his massive body more than twenty stories high, intending to escape.

But what made him unbelievable.

In the world under his feet, a force of imprisonment emerged, so that no matter how hard he and Hou Qing tried, there was no way to lift their heels.

This strange change made Drought and Hou Qing stunned.

The two looked back with apprehension.

The purpose is a Taoist with white hair.

The Taoist wears a star crown on his head, wears a star robe, and the heaven and earth on his back have turned into a vast galaxy, with the stars twinkling and vast.

His face was wrinkled, and his eyes were weathered, as if he had seen through the vicissitudes of the world, containing endless wisdom.

Holding a piece of Buddha dust in one hand and a lamp in the other.

The lamp was extremely strange, and the wick burned to refract purple ripples.

Around the ripples, the outlines of countless worlds emerged.

In every world, there is a majestic immortal king, with tens of millions of immortals, kneeling on the ground, bowing piously to the word 'Hongmeng' as the Great Dao.

Trample!

Mu Bai took a step forward on his heels.

His appearance changed, and he turned into a middle-aged scribe, dressed in brocade, like a scholar in the world, and his face was as warm as jade, showing an elegant atmosphere.

And beneath his feet, a miniature little world emerges.

In the small world, the situation is changing, and the crazy evolution from the barbarian civilization has been born, and countless immortal kings and immortal kings have been born... Eventually, the world exploded like a dream bubble and returned to chaos.

Only one middle-aged scribe survived the chaos, eternal and eternal.

"That miniature world presents the process of a chaotic era, and in that chaotic era, the middle-aged scribe who survived was a Hongmeng Daoist?"

At this time, not only Hou Qing and Drought Fish's shocked brains fell into a state of stagnation.

Even Chang'e's clear and clear eyes were full of consternation.

How many years a chaos is, Chang'e doesn't know.

But what she knows is that the destruction of chaos will produce the five decays of heaven and man, and when the time comes, no matter the immortal monarch, the immortal king will be wiped out in this catastrophe.

And the Hongmeng Daoist in front of him has lived for eighteen chaotic eras, what is this concept?

Stomp, stomp!

Mu Bai took a few steps in a row, and his appearance kept changing, both men and women, old and young.

After eighteen steps, he finally stopped.

At this time, what was fixed in front of everyone was a handsome young man's face.

It seems to have a finely carved face, handsome eyebrows, a straight nose, and deep eyes.

His skin was faintly shiny and flowing, and his eyes flashed with a thousand kinds of glazed light.

The star robe is elegant, slightly fluttering, lined with a figure hanging in mid-air, like a god descending into the world.