In this world, the number of transcendent powerhouses is limited after all.

Even a Pulse Sect Sect Master like Li Zhengyang, a genius who carries the Holy Emperor's expectations for bloodline research, has never stepped into detachment now.

Like Chao Xiaojian, like Yan Keqing, and other beings who show genius talent in all walks of life, it is difficult for them to step into the ranks of detachment in a short period of time.

Detached, it's hard.

For more than 200 years in the Tang Dynasty, in addition to the Holy Emperor who is supreme and unifies the world with his own strength, there is only Xuanyuan Taihua who is praised by the world.

In addition, with the help of Zhao Taifeng, he barely stepped into the detached Asiju Mountain.

Ah Si Shan is also a genius, and in terms of talent, he is only slightly weaker than Xuanyuan Taihua, so he can step into detachment.

And Ah Si Shan has always been very hidden, he knows that once he shows the talent to be able to step into detachment, he will inevitably be recalled to Chang'an by the Holy Emperor, and live under the pressure of iron laws for the rest of his life.

That's what Asphai doesn't want to do.

Therefore, he has been hiding himself until now, and he has found a chance to get up.

And except for these people, there are basically no real detached powerhouses, and some of them are all old detached people, who have lived for thousands of years, and are the ancestors of a large sect.

For example, Zhao Taifeng, Wusheng, Danzun, Tianzun, and so on......

They were afraid of the iron law, and when the Holy Emperor conquered the world, they chose to sleep.

And now, there is a recovery.

Because they want to change everything, they don't want a knife hanging over their heads.

They seized the opportunity, seized the time when the Holy Emperor had a change, and when Xuanyuan Taihua was isolated by the barriers of the world.

This is the best opportunity for many veteran players to detach themselves and regain control of the world.

……

……

Li Zhengyang's will was completely blurred.

The Pulse Sect can become the second sect in the world, and it does not have a detachment seat, but it seems to have a detachment seat, and naturally it does not just rely on the power of the Holy Emperor.

Li Zhengyang himself is also a demon, he has no ancients before and no one after him in the study of bloodline.

He even achieved the way of bloodline fusion, purifying the bloodlines of many demons and nine grades, extracting energy and integrating it into his body.

The power of dozens of nine products, the fusion of the only.

It's enough to talk to the detachment.

This is Li Zhengyang's capital, and it is also the capital that he dares to stand up and block Tianzun.

In fact, Li Zhengyang wanted to thank Fang Lang, fortunately, Fang Lang didn't waste too much of his energy, otherwise, it would be difficult for him Li Zhengyang to raise his strength to fight against Tianzun!

Li Zhengyang created artificial detachment.

Roar!

A roar roared in the sky.

Li Zhengyang is like a flood beast, and between the movements of his body, the space is shattered inch by inch.

His speed is extremely fast, breaking the barrier of detachment, although it is not detachment, but it is no different from a detachment powerhouse!

Even the Tianzun of the Fate Concept couldn't help but be dignified.

Bang bang bang!

Light feathers fluttered, and each feather turned into the sharpest knife in the world!

Between the knife rolls, the flesh was cut and a puff of blood was brought up.

However, Li Zhengyang roared angrily, blood spilled in the sky, and he crashed out of the light feather sword array.

A punch slammed into Tianzun.

smashed Tianzun upside down into the heavenly dome and crashed into the boundless sea of clouds.

Li Zhengyang twisted his neck, bent his knees, and crashed into the sea of clouds like a cannonball.

The two fight in a sea of clouds!

……

……

The pillar of momentum that symbolized the detachment of martial arts smashed down!

Even if Fang Lang had the four swords and sword formations of the cycle of life and death, he was still dizzy from being smashed, and his mouth and nose were bleeding.

At this moment, the sword array formed by the cycle of life and death has become a cage created by Fang Lang himself, and an insurmountable thunder pool in the world.

Fang Lang was trapped inside.

can only withstand the oppression from the Martial Saint.

The Martial Saint stood indifferently in the air, and the air seemed to be condensed by his momentum, turning into a ladder.

He climbed the stairs straight up, and every step was as steady as Mount Tai.

"It's not even the ninth grade, and I dare to stop the deity, since Xuanyuan Taihua can't return to the Tang Dynasty, then it's good to stay in the demon world."

"What are you going to do when you come back?"

The Martial Saint muttered softly, not loudly, but it resounded in the ears of Fang Lang, who was struggling to resist, but it was as terrifying as a bell!

"Besides, the Tang Dynasty's qi is about to run out, and the Holy Emperor calculates the iron law, but in the end he is calculated by the iron law, and all these consequences are the Holy Emperor's own fault."

"The detachment of the Tang Dynasty, there are only three or two of them, except for the Holy Emperor, I don't know what means I used to step into the detached Jiang Wushen."

"There is still one Xuanyuan Taihua left, as long as she doesn't return, in fact, even if she returns, it won't change the overall situation......"

"I'm waiting, just to make sure that nothing goes wrong, even if Xuanyuan Taihua returns, she is a woman, and she can still monopolize me and many other transcendents?"

"As for the others, Chao Xiaojian, Lu Taixuan, Gao Lishi, Pei Nanwan and others are just nine grades, and they can't change anything."

The martial saint carried his hands on his back, ascended to the sky, and became a bamboo in his chest.

"This Datang will eventually return to the world it once was, and that is the world that belongs to us and others who are beyond the domination."

Martial Saint said.

Fang Lang was cross-legged in the sword array, his blood-stained white clothes becoming more and more red and delicate.

Fang Lang also smiled bitterly, if it wasn't for his own cultivation to improve, otherwise, this inexhaustible blood alone would cost him his life.

He also sneered when he heard the words of the martial saint.

"Then don't stop me, let my master return."

The Martial Saint was suspended high in the air, overlooking Fang Lang, and shook his head: "Don't use the ...... of agitation."

"The deity's task today is not to let you recall Xuanyuan Taihua, and that alone is enough."

The words fell.

The momentum of the Martial Saint has skyrocketed again!

Qi and blood, qi and so on are intertwined.

At this moment, it was like turning into a flying waterfall that rushed to the sky, smashing on the sword array that Fang Lang was struggling to support.

From a distance, it looks like a fishing thread.

It's like an immortal fishing in the world!

The Martial Saint is fishing.

Fang Lang is a swimming fish.

In the light curtain, countless qi engines collapsed and oppressed.

Fang Lang's neck seemed to be pressed down to the ground, as if facing heaven and earth, bowing his head to the ground.

However, Fang Lang did not completely lower his head, his palms supported the ground, supporting his body little by little.

What about even detachment of power?

He Fang Lang didn't kneel when he saw the Holy Emperor, and a mere bullshit martial saint wanted me to kneel?

Fang Lang's divine thoughts were under a terrible bombardment, and every bombardment was like thousands of needles piercing into his mind and consciousness.

Fang Lang's divine thought transformation is not a good thing.

If Fang Lang's spiritual thoughts hadn't transformed into divine thoughts before, he wouldn't have to bear the oppression of this, and it would have saved a lot of trouble.

But now, Fang Lang has transformed into a divine thought, and the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.

However, Fang Lang's divine thoughts, like a full snow bowstring, although stretched to the extreme, it was hard to hold on and never collapsed!

Void.

Seeing this, the martial saint also snorted coldly, and his heart was a little impatient.

A little person who is not a mere nine grades has stopped him for so long.

Even if the Martial Saint knew that Fang Lang was unusual and had a demonic talent, in his eyes, he was just a junior.

In this world, there are countless geniuses and countless romantic characters, how old is Fang Lang?

has never been detached, in his eyes, no different from ants.

The qi on his body poured again, and the momentum skyrocketed!

Fang Lang's lowered head sank a little more!

In the crunch of the sword array, it seemed to be about to burst!

Void.

The martial saint stepped on it step by step.

Stepping on the pouring qi machine, the void exploded inch by inch, and the clouds exploded in all directions.

As the Martial Saint stepped down, he got closer and closer to Fang Lang.

Little by little, inch by inch.

Fang Lang's arms supporting the ground were trembling, making the bloody clothes on his body like ripples, very uncalm.

Fang Lang lowered his head, his neck seemed to be covered with heavy snow, and the bent branches were about to be completely broken!

Boom!

Knock knock!

The Martial Saint's steps fell, beating like a bell with his heart.

Finally!

The Martial Saint fell in one step and landed in the sword formation.

He lowered his head and looked at Fang Lang who bent his neck without joy or sorrow, and Fang Lang who was struggling to support him.

He raised his hand and clenched his fist.

Suddenly.

Martial Saint's eyes shrank.

But I saw that Fang Lang, who was obviously pressed by him and couldn't stand upright, actually raised his head slowly, little by little, and even raised his head, arrogantly facing him with his chin.

Fang Lang maintained this posture with his chin raised, slowly got up, and although he stumbled several times, he finally stood up completely and stood opposite him.

"Since I promised my cheap master that I would resist the pressure, then I will naturally do it, even if I can't resist, I have to carry it."

"Our promise, a promise!"

Fang Lang looked up at the burly Martial Saint with a body as high as three meters, and said.

At this moment, the Martial Saint was in a trance.

It seems that the person standing in front of him is not a little guy who is not even a ninth grade, but a stubborn detachment.

The brilliance in Martial Saint's eyes suddenly condensed.

He had a strong sense of unease.

The next moment, he clenched his fists.

Countless qi machines, countless momentum, and countless coercion all converged on his fist at this moment.

A huge fist like a stone mill smashed down on Fang Lang's arrogant head!

Die!

Punch down!

Fang Lang's hair was blown away.

The four swords of the reincarnation of life and death around their bodies actually made a cracking sound, and they exploded one after another, exploding into countless sword lights, intertwining the void!

However.

Martial Saint's eyes shrank.

But see.

Behind Fang Lang, there is a tall portal.

It's the gateway that connects the two worlds!

Behind the portal, a palm as white as jade came out.

Hanging above Fang Lang's head, he lightly grabbed his transcendent punch.

"Kill me in front of me?"

"You Martial Saint...... Is it too long to live? ”

There was a voice behind the portal, indifferent, cold, and murderous.

Rumble!

The words fell.

Randomly, the fist collided with the center, and there was a terrifying strong wind, showing ripples, scattering in all directions.

Swing away the clouds in the sky, and the turbidity in the sky is clear!