With the whisper of the oracle Wuzun, the wisps of black mist that emerged from the surface of the earth shook wildly, as if they had been given life because of the arrival of someone, worshipping their king!

"Oracle...... Will you be like those ants?"

As an extremely evil and fierce voice sounded, the words of yīn Sen, like the sound of ten thousand ghosts, came from all directions, and the surroundings seemed to come to life, and countless pitch-black mist squirmed little by little, stirring up countless black vortices, starlight, darkness, and all trembled. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Tread, step, step.

Hong Tiangang seemed to be separated from the darkness by the figure condensed by the black mist, and came over from the darkness that suddenly became mysterious and murderous, the black shadow and the night were his courtiers, and he was the emperor who ruled the power of life and death in everything!

Standing at a distance of only ten zhang away, Hong Tiangang stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the Oracle Wuzun with a smile:

"Oracle, meet in a different place, don't come unharmed?"

"Huh, you actually appeared in front of me as a deity?"

Oracle Wuzun's expression suddenly changed from a slight surprise to emotionless indifference, and then said slowly:

"Hong Tiangang, you have a lot of guts. There are still a few hours left, and the sunrise is your time of death, and you are here now, are you already eager to die? ”

"Send to death?hahahahahaha......"

Hong Tiangang burst into laughter in an instant, and the laughter was agitated, as if the oracle Wuzun had told a very funny joke, and the yin wind and darkness trembled and trembled!

The figure and expression of the oracle Wuzun did not change in the slightest, as if he was as immobile as a mountain, as if everything was under control, and said lightly:

"Hong Tiangang, don't you understand? The back waves push the front waves, three or four hundred years have passed, you are already old, and your time and all the glory have passed. Although the deity has detained and suppressed you for so many years and has not obtained the secret of your cultivation, but at this moment, the deity is already standing at the peak of refining the gods, but you are not advancing but retreating, at most you can barely recover some vitality, even if you have some experience and understanding under the impetus of resentment over the years, but how can you cross the moat and compare with the deity?"

"I know that the thick yin qi and evil qi here allow you to have the advantage of being at home, but unfortunately so what? If you were at the peak of the five battle demon incarnations back then, you would still be a little afraid of the deity in the attack battle, and now you ......"

Hong Tiangang laughed fiercely: "If the battle of words can determine the winner or loser, then what kind of martial arts do you practice?"

Oracle Wuzun turned a deaf ear and sighed:

"The subtlety of the realm of whim, words cannot describe. The deity suddenly understood that the Emperor of the Great Desolation was probably a foregone conclusion when he saw that the destruction of the Great Desolate God Dynasty was a foregone conclusion, and he was unable to return to the sky, so he was martyred to pay tribute to the God Dynasty. Otherwise, with his whim, how could he be besieged and die?"

"Is it? In the face of war, there is no need to come up with this kind of trick to attack the mind. ”

Hong Tiangang laughed disappreliantly:

"However, although there are very few martial artists in the realm of whims, whether it is ancient, medieval, or ancient times, there are many discussions in the top inheritances of all parties, and it is indeed a mysterious realm. As the only remaining peak god refining realm in the world, most of the fear and attention of the new dynasty over the years should be placed on you, right?"

"That's true. ”

Oracle Wuzun's eyes were complicated, and he looked up at the moonlight from afar:

"One wrong step, one wrong step, the martial arts world has been inherited for thousands of years, and I can't imagine that our generation has reached a precarious point. Hong Tiangang, the sunrise battle, the death of your body, at least for a hundred years of stability in the Northern Wilderness, regardless of whether the five prisons are willing to belong or not, the deity can promise to treat the disciples of the five prisons well, so as not to let the demon path break the inheritance. ”

"You're still so hypocritical. ”

Hong Tiangang was not angry, still smiling, but under the moonlight, he revealed an indescribable gloom and horror, and said softly:

"I can't wait, I can't wait to give you back all the pain, all the torture, and all the resentment that the god and body have suffered in the past hundreds of years, a hundredfold, a thousand, ten thousand......"

The two suddenly stopped talking, but looked at the sky like old friends who had not seen each other for many years, quietly waiting for the arrival of the sunrise.

......

No one thought that in the ancient battlefield of the wasteland in the middle of the night, the two top powerhouses of the life-and-death battle that attracted the attention of the whole world would gather on the battlefield in advance and talk. The lights in Nanyang City are bright, and countless people stay awake all night, waiting for the moment when the sun rises.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, on a lonely mountain peak hundreds of feet high, birds are extinct, and a figure sits quietly, motionless like a sculpture that has gone through thousands of years.

On his body, a total of three hundred and sixty-five starlights lit up, and countless star rays above the boundless night sky were pulled down and projected on his body, converging into a sea of starlight.

Mysterious, magnificent, vast.

There is no need to look inwardly and visualize, a complex circular star map constructed by three hundred and sixty-five life points has directly appeared on Yue Pingsheng's body, and it seems that among the three hundred and sixty-five star clusters, there seems to be a faint appearance of extremely small figures, a total of three hundred and sixty-five vague star villains just maintain the same posture as Yue Pingsheng, sitting cross-legged in the deepest part of the life knot, breathing, and breathing.

Concentrate on the Stars Worship King's Landing Progress: 30%!

When Yue Pingsheng chose to cultivate this secret martial art of the god refining stage to the Xiaocheng stage, he could obviously feel that the fate was no longer a black hole of nothingness, but an incomparable condensation, like a real star.

At this moment, the mind and mind were running at an unprecedented high speed, and with the assistance of the three hundred and sixty-five life skills corresponding to Zhou Tian Xingchen of the [Star Tribulation Breathing Method], the massive amount of information in the huge spiritual energy was extracted, and all kinds of profound and obscure exercises, experiences, and experiences were quickly analyzed, which also made Yue Pingsheng's mind quickly absorb, and it grew extremely fast at a speed no less than directly absorbing spiritual energy.

Streams of enlightenment flashed through my heart one after another.

After breaking through the realm of refining gods, under the action of various compound reasons, when Yue Pingsheng was wholeheartedly operating the breathing method, his own thinking seemed to have turned into an incomparably efficient and sophisticated computer, directly extracting all kinds of complex experience information from spiritual energy and transforming and absorbing it, which in turn accelerated the speed and efficiency of information extraction and analysis.

The way of will projection, the unique means of cohesion of the true martial arts, and the weaving and utilization of the mental force field......

In addition to the rapid growth of mental power and martial arts experience, Yue Pingsheng's various cognitions and comprehensions of heaven and earth, the world, and the universe are also enriching little by little.

The distant sky gradually turned white, and the night became lighter and lighter, gradually fading.

When the first orange glimmer of the first ascension day shone on Yue Pingsheng's face on the top of the peak, he suddenly opened his eyes!

"In less than two hours...... It's time. ”

Yue Pingsheng's figure suddenly disappeared in place.