It was dark at night, but at this time, it was like day, and the light scattered by the portal was as dazzling as the bright sun, Lu Xiaoxiao Tuoman looked at the portal, saw the arrow with a butterfly through the gate, and saw the world inside, :/.

The priests of the Qingtian Divine Sect all knelt on the ground at this moment, without the proud expression of the past, their faces were just panicked at this time, they felt that the broken gate was collapsing, and the aura of the divine kingdom that penetrated inside made the entire continent tremble, that was the coercion that belonged to the heavens, how could mortals bear it.

The nine heavenly books rushed to the sky, the light shone in all directions, like a pillar of light that reached the sky, staring at the sinking between the sky and the earth, they were silent at the place of origin, and then slowly disappeared, Zhao Feng saw that the nine heavenly books were like a staircase leading to the kingdom of God, colluding with the stairs leading to the portal, layer after layer, a total of ninety-nine layers.

It's just that the ninety-nine steps are still nothing, there is no substance, and people can't step into Zhao Fengming, it is a wooden sword like a wooden sword that belongs to the heavens, the wooden sword is suspended in different places, and the light is shining slowly into the sky, like nine suns, so bright that the stars have lost their pride.

Zhao Feng looked at the portal, and all the memories in his heart slowly emerged, and the scene of a thousand years ago made him realize that it was all like the battle back then, and the true god and Qingtian Haoyang were also stepping on such a ladder, and two figures could be vaguely seen in the space in the portal, that is, the master and Qingtian Haoyang, but at this time, the old man in gray cloth was no longer the opponent of Qingtian Haoyang, because the entire red dust had disappeared for the most part.

The wooden sword seemed to slowly disappear, and the ninety-nine steps began to show its substance, as if as long as someone climbed the stairs and walked into the portal, they would become gods, Zhao Feng looked at the ninety-nine steps and was silent, feeling that one after another avenues in the big portal were regularly wandering with the world, and among them was the whole world, the avenue that belonged to destiny came out from the sky and the earth and integrated into Zhao Feng's body, so that Zhao Feng entered the realm like that he did back then.

"What kind of skills do you have after planning for a thousand years?" a voice came from the kingdom of God, like thunder and wind.

Zhao Feng listened to the voice, there was no expression on his face, he didn't miss the divine seat, and he didn't forget the things that belonged to him, but just like the old man said, he had to pay the price for doing something wrong for so long, Zhao Feng looked at the ground line behind him, the ground line that he couldn't see was full of green grasslands, and the wisps of red dust in the plains were fighting against the will of the divine kingdom in the portal.

Zhao Feng stepped into the ninety-nine steps of the stairs, he walked very slowly, and every time he walked up the stairs, he had to stay for a long time, because after all, it had the meaning of the kingdom of God, and he was now a mortal, Zhao Feng stepped up the stairs, although his face was calm, but the sweat had already wet his clothes, and the sweat on his forehead made the face like a woman wet.

In the Kingdom of God, Qingtian Haoyang looked at Zhao Feng who walked up the ladder step by step, and he never did anything, as if he didn't put Zhao Feng in his eyes at all, he didn't care if he was the reincarnation of Huangtian and Baiyang, and the other master sat cross-legged on the ground, struggling to resist the will of those Divine Kingdoms and the attacks of Qingtian Haoyang, and also watched Zhao Feng walk up the stairs step by step, with a smile on his face.

The image of Shakya Buddha appeared on the withered Bodhi tree in the forbidden land of the West Desert Mountain, looking at the southern portal, sighed, and now he understands everything, at this moment, on the other eight places in the West Desert, golden points of light appeared one after another, converging into a pillar of light, and several other Buddhas could be seen in the pillar of light.

"It turns out that you have known the end of the situation for a long time, and it turns out that I am the only one who is still struggling," Shakyamuni Buddha said with a sigh.

Snow Forest, on the North Pole Plain, at this time, a black beam of light rose, and the appearance of the true god could be vaguely seen inside, but the true god was dead, and what appeared here was the scattered primordial god, the true god looked up to the south, saw the portal, and also saw the yellow sky and white sun that had fought against it for five thousand years, and then sighed, and that sigh spread throughout the entire extreme north, making those true gods and aliens kneel on the ground, and they were extremely sincere, although they were gone, they were still believers in the true god.

"Sword coming," Zhao Feng shouted loudly after playing with the ninety-nine steps.

In the realm of the Great Song Dynasty, a sword intent soared into the palace city, and it was a secret that the emperors of the Great Song Dynasty did not wear, that is, a sword that had been forged since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the sword slowly rose in a beam of light, and the sharp breath spread throughout the Great Song Dynasty, and now the emperor and the four kings of the Great Song Dynasty looked at the sword and slowly knelt down, and countless breaths with the might of the emperor were integrated into the sword.

Jixia School Palace and the Holy Land of the Soldiers, looking at the sword, only to see the breath of the Great Confucianism soaring into the sky, and the edge of the soldiers blended into it, those Great Confucians and the Soldier Saint looked at the sword at this moment, extremely sincere, Lu Xiaoxiao and Tuoman looked at the sword in the north, smiling in their hearts, they were silent, but the breath of the whole body skyrocketed, Lu Xiaoxiao took Tuoman and came to the Great Song Palace, and then there was also the will of the academy, and the luck that once protected the entire Great Song Dynasty was integrated into the sword.

Qingtian Haoyang looked at the breath fluctuation in the private room, and the breath of his whole body soared wildly, and then he shot directly and kept pointing at the sword, because he felt the threat of the sword to himself, so he made a move, Zhao Feng was silent, looking at Qingtian Haoyang's attack, he just smiled slightly, and Qingtian Haoyang's face sank after seeing it.

Qingguang crossed the portal and came to the world, sweeping the sky like a thunderbolt and a hurricane, but before it came to the surrounding area of the sword, it dissipated, Qingtian Haoyang made a shot once, but he didn't make a move, because he knew that he understood the reason, and then just looked at Zhao Feng, his face was gloomy.

The point of light belonging to the Nine Great Buddhas in the West Desert also quickly entered the sword, making the sword more and more brilliant, and the black shadow belonging to the true god in the north also merged into the sword through the space, and the sword flew into Zhao Feng's hands with the entire red dust and the entire mortal and earth, making the ninety-nine steps begin to collapse.

With the sword in his hand, Zhao Feng felt how heavy the red dust and the world in the sword were and the entire kingdom of God, Zhao Feng glanced at the earth, saw countless faces of ordinary people, saw those old people and his senior brother, and then stepped into the portal.

In the 1,000th year of the Qingtian calendar, Zhao Feng stepped into the kingdom of God and took the sword in the red dust to enter the kingdom of God, and the Great Song Dynasty resisted the attack of the Qingtian Divine Sect to defend the Central Plains, no one knew that the battle in the Kingdom of God was just like the battle between the true god and the yellow sky and the white sun a thousand years ago, and the academy was still the umbrella of the Great Song Dynasty and the Southern Heavenly Taoist Temple.

(I'm tired of writing this book, because it's the first one, so I'm very poor, and I'm not good at it, I'm sorry to everyone here, about the second book, I will definitely write it well, because after the first book, I found a lot of my own problems, so the second book I have to work hard.) ）