"Boom!"

The mountains and forests within a radius of hundreds of miles shook, and the fierce birds and beasts fled in panic, and one by one the birds flew up and moved away from their nests.

The divine realm that fell from the eternal immortal light had been bombarded by a series of domineering and mysterious fist prints, and flew hundreds of miles, and the voice of the Oneiroi machine, the first person in the world, had not sounded for a long time.

There is only a roar echoing between heaven and earth.

and several warriors who were attracted by the monstrous immortal light and the fist intent of the sky. The reason why only warriors came, because the fist intent in this place was too amazing, filling all things in heaven and earth, and the ghosts and immortals who had not survived the thunder tribulation wanted to get out of the body, and their souls would be destroyed in an instant.

And they can't drive Dao Techniques out of their bodies, most Dao cultivators, their bodies are no different from mortals, and they can't cross hundreds of miles in a short time.

"A group of ants dare to peep into the top battle, it's really a long time. Champion Hou Yang An sneered, which caused a grandmaster second only to the Martial Saint to snort, but soon, the grandmaster who lived near Yujing City was frightened and recognized Yang An's identity.

"Champion Hou. ”

The Grandmaster spoke, trembling. Even if he is nearly forty years old now, he has to bow his head to Yang An, who is no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, and call him an adult.

100,000 miles across foreign lands, the first champion in the army.

This is the youngest martial saint in the legend, who led the army to break through the Western Regions Alliance and made great contributions to the Great Qian.

". Yang An waved his hand and ignored the grandmaster again. Thinking that his champion Hou Qi has met countless times, there are several martial saints under his command, and the Condor King, one of the eight great demon immortals in the world, is also willing to be his lackey, so naturally he can't look down on a grandmaster who has not become a martial saint.

Hong Yi left this place quietly when Yang An was distracted, he used his legs to exert his strength, his qi and blood rose, as fast as a fierce horse, and ran towards the direction of Yujing City.

"In a battle of this level, even if I survive the Five Thunder Tribulations, I don't dare to stay for a long time, Yang An also has a way to die. ”

After running for a long time, the roar became smaller and smaller, from deafening to weak and inaudible, Hong Yi slowed down and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.

"Die!"

A loud shout resounded through the heavens and the earth, light and cold, and contained a supreme majesty. It seems to be a judgment issued by the emperor sitting in the heavenly court.

At the same time, there is a strong and incomprehensible fist mark reflecting the heaven and earth, in this punch, the extreme change, the evolution of the four elephants and five elements, in the deepest part of the void opened up a vast world, eternal and eternal.

The vast world envelops the eternal kingdom, and then the years pass, the vicissitudes of life, from rebirth to extinction in the blink of an eye, the earth, water, wind and fire surging into the Dao fist seal, hitting the eternal realm, hitting the dream god machine.

The ...... of the Seven Styles of Heaven Interception All things become enlightened.

In the continuous trembling of the eternal realm, the vast world finally shattered, and the unparalleled power of destruction erupted, penetrating the heavens and the earth, tearing through the void turbulence at the highest point of the sky, penetrating the core of the earth, leaving an abyss.

"Ahh

The faint scream seemed to cross the space and reached Hong Yi's ears, which made his heart beat in horror, and a touch of horror appeared in his heart.

"Oneiroi machine that has dominated the world for hundreds of years...... Fallen?"

Hong Yi was frightened by his own conjecture, this is the Oneiroi machine with the king of artifacts! But at the same time, thinking of the mysteries of the I Ching, he couldn't help but imagine the future.

......

On the great sun, which moves according to the eternal and unchanging established track, the flames are churning like dragons, the golden crows are roaring, and a palace seems to be eternal, standing in the sea of fire, and the book 'Sun Palace' is written.

After surviving nine thunder tribulations, the Shang Emperor, who was dressed in the robe of the Sun Dynasty, opened his eyes like fire and cast his gaze on the world.

"The ever-changing human immortals, smashing the vacuum, and the yang god?"

Emperor Shang was silent, and after doubts in his heart, he slowly closed his eyes.

As he had done thousands of years before, he stayed away from the world, did not interfere in the 'mortal world', and continued to be the overlord of the Sun Star, and participated in the Great Dao of the Yang God.

......

In the Creation Ship in the Void Mezzanine, Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji's faces became extremely heavy.

"This man. Emperor Yang Pan said slowly: "I can't afford to provoke it for the time being." ”

Even if the Oneiroi Machine survived the Eightfold Thunder Tribulation and used the Eternal Realm to eventually fall, not to mention the Ship of Creation that had not yet been fully repaired. The combined cultivation of him and Hong Xuanji is not half of the Oneiroi machine, how can he face the mysterious young man who killed the Oneiroi machine with one punch.

"Is it a strong man who has been sleeping since ancient times, or a person who has descended from the heavens?"

Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji glanced at each other, and this kind of doubt appeared in their hearts.

"It's a pity that Champion Hou, it's really not worth dying. The light that was drowned out by the power of destruction was the Soul Sword, one of the three swords of the Panhuang Emperor?" Yang Pan sighed.

Suddenly. The two of them were suddenly cold, as if someone had seen through the void layer, penetrated the barrier of the Ship of Creation, and looked at them without concealment.

Both of them could feel that this gaze seemed to reveal a kind of banter.

"It's that person. ”

Emperor Qian's color changed violently, and he once again recalled the feeling of vulnerability when facing the strongest man. The last time I felt this way was twenty years ago, when he first ascended the throne.

......

"The Boat of Creation. ”

Lin Yang slowly retracted his gaze and no longer paid attention to Yang Pan and Junchen. He has no ill feelings towards Yang Pan, nor does he have any good feelings, Yang Pan wants to restore the ninety-nine supreme personality of the ancient holy emperor, thinking that chivalry violates the ban with martial arts, and demons use magic to mess with people, and wants to cut off the way of cultivation, so that the imperial road will be eternal, recover the overseas islands of the Western Regions, and become the real lord of Daqian.

Lin Yang didn't have any opinion on this.

In this world where fists are the truth, dreams are better than fists that are better than hard enough.

"One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred thoughts, the Eternal Realm, the Dan Fang of the Supreme Dao, the cultivation of the secret scriptures. Lin Yang's eyes flashed slightly, and the huge palm containing the true intent of the Dao Annihilation Dao was condensed, and he slowly probed into the turbulent current of destruction, and grabbed out the divine realm that was slightly dilapidated in appearance, imprinted with countless Dao fist marks, and the eternal immortal light was dim, if it was not fished out in time, it would only be a matter of time before it was destroyed.

"If you accidentally use too much force, you unconsciously use the Heaven Interception Style, and you almost burst this king of artifacts. In the midst of this, the huge Eternal Realm slowly shrank to the size of a palm, and was grabbed by Lin Yang in the palm of his hand.

"Click!"

A thunderclap exploded in the sky, and the rain clouds that had never faded slowly drifted towards this place, jumping and crackling in arcs.

"Just take advantage of today, and survive the Nine Thunder Tribulations together, and take a look at the mystery of the Creator. ”

Lin Yang's body melted into the void and fled towards the thunderclouds hundreds of miles away.

In the vast world, as long as the spiritual soul of a cultivator rushes into the clouds during a thunderstorm, it will be drawn into a thundercloud filled with nine thunder tribulations, and each time a thunder tribulation is passed, the strength of the cultivator will be significantly improved.

"Boom!"

Between the thunder rolling, Lin Yang's figure flashed and rushed into the Nine Thunder Tribulation.