Three thousand years ago, a gray-haired head flew over this land.

This is an old man, with no body, an empty head, and his eyes radiating a brilliant essence, looking at the land and walking deeply.

Five thousand years ago, there was also a peach tree, already psychic, as if the gods had descended, walking on this land, leaving countless pink petals along the way, falling from the branches and leaves.

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From the ancient mirror of the white tortoise, you can constantly see various gods, walking through the land, and finally leaving footprints.

"Dead turtle, you come over to me. Use your ancient mirror to take a look at this side for me. Xuantian said, his eyes shining, staring at a puff mat.

"Yes! The white turtle responded, hurriedly held the ancient mirror, and came to Xuantian's side.

It urged the ancient mirror to shine on the cushion.

This ancient foreshadowing, constantly changing in the mirror, looks more and more new, with the years to 80,000 years ago.

On this day, 80,000 years ago, a thin clay figure with earthy yellow hair and a shawl, looking like a teenager, was sitting cross-legged on this cushion, closing his eyes and resting.

"Phew!"

At this moment, the clay figure in the picture seemed to have senses, suddenly opened his eyes, shot a shocking light, and looked towards this side.

"Whoa!"

The ancient mirror in the white turtle's claws trembled, and it was knocked away in the shock.

"What's the situation, this guy's eyes are so terrifying, do you know that we are looking at him?" The white turtle was taken aback, and hurriedly ran over to pick up his treasure mirror and observe it carefully.

Fortunately, the ancient mirror was intact and undamaged.

This light has come to this day after 80,000 years. It's a terrible existence. Xuantian muttered to himself, his eyes full of shock.

He slowly stepped forward, came to the side of the cushion, slowly picked up the cushion, put it in front of his nose and sniffed it, feeling the smell of the clay figure in the past.

Yes, it can still be smelled. Although 80,000 years have passed, the smell of the clay figurines of the past is eternal. As long as the cushion is there, the smell is still there.

"Such cushions are good. If you stay, maybe you can merge with the breath of the clay figurines. Xuantian muttered to himself, hung the cushion on his waist, and then continued walking.

He walked through the rubble, looking at every inch of the land.

Half an hour later, a dilapidated hall appeared in front of Xuantian and the others. The size of a football field, the roof of the temple was in tatters, and many of the walls had fallen down. However, compared to the ruins in other places, this ruined hall is already a good building.

"Inside...... It seems to have a sense of anger. The white turtle felt it carefully and was surprised.

"Your feelings are not wrong. Xuantian nodded. Then he glanced at the guy White Turtle in surprise, he didn't expect that this guy's realm was not high, but his perception was so strong, and he could discover the existence of the realm of gods.

However, he also felt that there was a breath of life in the hall, and there was not just one, there were three streams.

"This kind of aura seems to have surpassed the gods. It should be three gods in it. Xuantian muttered to himself, took off on the spot, and watched the dilapidated hall in the air.

The result was a big surprise. The sight inside the main hall is striking.

In the dilapidated hall, a huge nine-palace star map floated, occupying almost the entire area of the hall.

On this map of the stars of the Nine Palaces, there are three figures, divided into two factions, east and west. The faction on the east side was a Terran ancestor, wearing a fur coat, with black hair all over his body, thick eyebrows, and a flat forehead, sitting cross-legged on the array, and a large bone stick two meters long was placed next to him.

The corners of his mouth overflowed with blood, staining the black hairs at the corners of his mouth, and the blood slowly fell down the black hairs. The eyes were closed, and a head drooped, as if there was not enough breath.

On the other side, the faction to the west has two alien creatures. They were two elderly dragonmen with gray hair, dragon horns on their heads, and a three-meter-long dragon tail behind them.

Two dragonmen, also cross-legged on the ground. Compared to the ancestors of the human race, the two of them were in much better shape, and their heads were raised. There was a trace of blood running from the corner of the mouth of one of the dragonmen, and as for the other dragonman, there was not the slightest scar on the outside.

They raised their heads, as if they were observing the Terran ancestors on the other side.

As for the Nine Palaces Demon Suppression Diagram below them, it was constantly rotating, constantly emitting various runes, circling around the three.

"The three of them...... Is this a fighting method?" Xuantian was shocked.

Using the formation diagram fighting method, it is a very dangerous way of fighting, which involves the soul. The two sides urged their soul power and competed, trying to exhaust each other's soul power with the formation diagram.

Once someone runs out first, then that person will definitely die, and there is no soul left, only an empty shell.

"It's supposed to be fighting. Besides, I've seen all three of them, but I forgot where?" muttered the white turtle, his eyes suddenly lit up.

It and Xuantian glanced at each other, and said in unison: "From the continent of time?"

"Yes. It's the battlefield that comes from the middle of the years. I remember. The little scimitar shouted, he had also experienced the catastrophe of the year, so he had an impression.

"The catastrophe of the year actually hit here. However, the good news is that I am no longer the little emperor I used to be. I am now a god with enough power to change history. Xuantian muttered to himself, his eyes shining brightly.

In fact, deep down in his heart, he has always had a small regret. That is, I did not completely experience the catastrophe of that year.

A hundred years ago, just after the Great Tribulation began, he 'fell' and fell into the 'Gates of Hell', not experiencing the fiercest battle.

"If, in my current state, it appeared a hundred years ago, it would have had a huge effect. Xuantian sighed, with great regret.

"Phew!"

At this moment, a terrible light shot in this direction.

It was a dragon man on the Nine Palaces Demon Suppression Diagram, he opened his eyes, looked this way, and found the existence of Xuantian and the others.

"The little ants of the human race dare to come here, they really don't know whether they are alive or dead. The seemingly unharmed dragonman spoke, a cruel smile on his lips.

The young man in front of him is the realm of the gods. However, it seems that he has not been taken seriously.

"Divine Venerable, only stupid beings would choose this realm. If you don't become a clay man, you're always an ant, and the gods are no exception. Xuantian said, not afraid of the powerhouse of the Divine Venerable Realm in front of him.

"Haha, joke. You're just a little god, and you're still qualified to discipline me. I can tell you that to kill you today, the realm of the Divine Venerable is enough. Venerable Dragonman spoke, and slowly stood up amid laughter. Then, he took a step and slowly walked towards Xuantian.

Don't look at this old dragon man, he is only about one meter and a half tall, but his pace is very large, although he walks slowly, but it is only three steps, and he has already walked not far in front of Xuantian.

"Hmph! If you are short, you must admit it, and if you are beaten, you must stand firm. The white turtle sneered.

Then, it stretched out its claws, nodded at the dragon man, and motioned to Xuantian: "Up, flatten this dwarf." ”

Xuantian stared, and didn't answer, directly waving his iron fist and hitting the opponent's dragonman.

His fists did not have any light, nor did they have the slightest fluctuation of divine power, and all the strength was hidden in the bones, without the slightest breath leaking.

"Boom!"

The dragon man on the opposite side also punched and greeted each other. However, his fists are powerful, like a lion running, with the power to swallow mountains and rivers and contain the universe.

The two fists clashed, colliding with a large number of sparks, and thunder and lightning flew.

Suffice it to say, the circle was evenly matched.

"God, that's just it. Not even the fist of a god of mine can compare. Xuantian mocked.

"Don't talk big. It's just the first punch. Next, they will break your body into pieces and beat you to the point that there are no bones left. The old dragon man roared angrily, threw a second punch, and swallowed Xuantian.

"Yes, no wonder my first punch can't break your hand, it turns out that the skin on your fist is as thick as your face, and it is simply invincible. Xuantian sarcastically, fearlessly stretched out his fist and greeted him.

The two exchanged blows in the sky above the dilapidated hall, and every punch was terrifying, shaking the Nine Palaces Town Demon Diagram.

Soon, they changed the battlefield, fought towards the sky, and finally fought on the sky.

The terrifying fist wind was mighty, and the sky seemed to be boiling, as if it was about to collapse.

It can be said that Xuantian and this god have equal strength. Although, in terms of level, Xuantian is not as good as the god in front of him. However, he has other advantages.

Yes, on the dirt road back then, he once stood on the colorful crown and stepped forward. Such a trial is undoubtedly the best way to improve your strength.

The current Xuantian, in terms of strength, far surpasses other gods, and is close to the gods. The same is true in terms of speed, compared to the Divine Venerable, there is no inferiority in the slightest.

"Damn. Why do you have the power of a god? That's impossible, the ants of the god realm can't compete with me at all. The old dragon man spoke, a look of disbelief on his face.

"So. You're thick-skinned, and if it weren't for that, I'm afraid you would have been killed by me. Xuantian continued to sarcastically, the movements in his hands did not slow down in the slightest, and he still launched a fierce attack.

"Yes. Little ants, don't be too rampant, and then it's time for you to die. The old dragon man pursed his lips with a grim smile on his face.

"Tarzan Fist!"

In the midst of the roar, there was a deceptive dragon groan.

The old dragonman's right fist began to mutate, and a layer of blue-brown dragon scales appeared on the surface, exuding an atmosphere that was as heavy as Mount Tai.

The roar sounded, and the old dragon man waved his iron fist and hit Xuantian, like a road steamroller, suppressing it, and the momentum was terrifying.

Even, Xuantian had a feeling that before the fist arrived, that Taishan-like heaviness was the first to press.

He already knew in his heart that this punch was terrifying, and if it was hit without warning, there would be no bones left.

"Ah......h

At the moment when the opponent attacked, he had a countermeasure, and his divine power mobilized the earthy yellow mist in his body, which ran to the palm of his hand, and then his five fingers were clenched into a fist to attack.

There is no doubt that this punch is terrifying, and it has even transcended the artistic conception of the gods and reached another level.