"Advent Scroll: Emperor of the Wasteland (Gold) ✘1."

"Description: Unfolding the scroll to communicate between the two realms can lead to the peak of the Desolate Emperor's true body temporarily descending on the desolate world, which lasts for an hour in this realm, which can be advanced but not delayed."

"Note: The cultivation of the Desolate Heaven Emperor is the peak of the Immortal Emperor, compared to the Mixed Yuan Daluo Golden Immortal in this realm, but the cultivation does not represent strength, everything is subject to combat power."

Looking at the scroll that was already unfolding in front of him, the smile on Li Tong's face became even worse.

Because he knows that his remaining 110,000 rewards can undoubtedly be saved, used to improve himself, or to accumulate hole cards again.

I was excited in my heart, but I didn't expect that the extraction of these two golden rewards was like a lucky star, and I entered the soul at once.

The reward he received was not only as he wished, but even far exceeded his expectations.

You know, this is the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven!

Against the long river of time, the Emperor of the Wasted Heaven who is dictatorial for eternity!

The Emperor of the Desolate Heaven at the peak of the Immortal Emperor!

Cultivation can be equated with the great gods of cultivation in this desolate world, those who existed at the time of the opening of the world.

And the annotations on the scroll are also clear, cultivation is not the same as strength, everything must be based on combat power.

Emperor Desolate Heaven practiced all the way, which realm did not go to the extreme, and even reached an unprecedented level,

Coupled with all the secret methods he mastered, the incomparably powerful supernatural powers, and all kinds of unspeakable forbidden techniques.

Its strength is probably unimaginable.

If it really starts fighting, those veteran mixed Yuan Daluo Jin Immortals in the desolate world, that is, the quasi-saints and the like, are really not his opponents.

is really ruthless, and as soon as he casts the ancient method, I am afraid that he can fight with such a saint.

At this moment, Li Tong's heart inevitably rose with great curiosity.

I can't wait to see this Emperor of the Wasteland, who is not satisfied with everything, and finally splits the eons with a sword, breaks the heavens, and separates the eons from the ages.

In the end, what kind of brilliance can bloom in this desolate world.

The next moment.

An incomparably mysterious, indescribable figure walked out of the scroll.

With a light glance, he saw the Black Emperor, who was already sluggish.

A smile suddenly leaked out of his face, and he said softly in a voice that only Li Tong could hear:

"Little puppy, I didn't expect you to survive."

Then, his eyes swept away the fat Taoist priest with a face full of surprise, his eyes were confused, and he smiled indifferently and slowly walked out of the inn.

His long hair was scattered and windless, and his black hair shone like gold.

He raised his head and looked at the sky, but his gaze did not fall on those star gods who were already secretly vigilant, but passed through the thirty-three layers of heaven, crossed the infinite chaos, and fell to an inexplicable place.

saw the flow of boundless Dao rhyme, and also saw the indifferent Taoist inside.

Knowing Smile:

"Such a big world, such a strong person, it really makes people's blood boil!"

"It looks like a shocking war is coming again."

His face remained as usual, without the slightest fluctuation.

This man who has fought all his life has never been afraid of battle!

And as he gradually revealed his figure, the majestic momentum of a lifetime of battle, bloody fighting and invincibility in the world that permeated his body suddenly exploded.

In an instant, it completely swept the entire desolate land.

Set off the boundless wind and waves!

......

The vast chaos, hidden in the Taiqing Palace, ignoring the worldly affairs of the outside world, Taiqing Laozi, suddenly opened his eyes at this time.

Even if you practice the way of forgetting your feelings and are not moved by external objects, there are fluctuations in this time.

His brows furrowed, and his eyes looked in the direction of the mouth of the Guan River, where the naked gaze was.

Then I felt a little incredulous, looking at the mysterious man who suddenly appeared on the desolate land.

"Weird!"

He said secretly: "The way of heaven is constant, and the Hongmeng purple qi that the red cloud has lost is also hidden somewhere, and now the holy position is still there, how can this Taoist friend become holy?" ”

But in a moment of surprise, he mistook the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven for an existence like him.

Then, Taiqing Laozi felt the colossal momentum of the other party, which was not weaker than his own, and inevitably felt strange and inquisitive.

No matter how weak he is and too forgetful.

But in the face of the sudden appearance on the desolate land, how can they be calm if they are the same people who exist with them?

Is it a saint?

No, not the sanctified!

After a while, Taiqing Laozi breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

In this world of impending catastrophe, if a saint appears again in the midst of the flood, such a catastrophe will become unpredictable.

But even so, he brings unpredictable variables.

Not a saint, but already faintly has a combat power comparable to that of a saint!

With such an existence, when can such a person be hidden in this desolate world?

Avoiding the perception of the Heavenly Dao, he concealed the detection of the saints.

Do such people really exist?

Taiqing Laozi's eyes were gloomy, but he skipped the mysterious man and directly fell his gaze on the inn behind him, causing all this to exist at the moment.

The little storyteller: Li Tong.

In my mind, in an instant, a thousand thoughts are born and destroyed.

Then the next moment, a white-haired Taoist dressed in a black and white Tai Chi Taoist robe suddenly manifested in the Taiqing Palace.

Taiqing Laozi looked at the Taoist in front of him and said softly: "Fellow Daoist, it's time for you to go on a journey." ”

I saw that the Taoist made a joke and said leisurely: "You and I are one, why bother." ”

"Poor road!"

Then his figure flashed and walked towards the desolate land.

Taiqing Laozi watched the figure of the Taoist disappear, and then stared at the bottom for a long time, and gradually closed his eyes.

......

Jinao Island, Biyou Palace.

The Tongtian Saint was also aware of the momentum that rushed into the sky, as well as the invincible will that had been cultivated by thousands of battles contained in it.

I felt a sense of war in my heart, and the Qingping sword on my knee was jumping, as if I was also happy to hunt and urge my master.

"If you don't really preach, you already have the combat power of an ordinary saint!"

The eyes of the Heavenly Saint flashed with a little bit of intention, followed by a little surprise and curiosity.

Now he has seen the Qinglian giant who was the enemy yesterday, and today he will see this man who already has the combat power of a saint if he is not a saint.

But he is already infinitely interested in the world in Li Tong's mouth.

He couldn't wait to explore what kind of tragic world could give birth to these strong men who had fought all their lives at a glance.

However, he thought very simply.

It's just that I was happy to see the hunt, and I wanted to compare with the strong man who suddenly appeared, and I didn't explore its secret meaning.

After all, he is so lonely in this desolate world!

Except for Daozu Hongjun, that kind of invincible loneliness.

Just as he was about to join in the fun, he saw a light passing through the sky.

With a flick of his sleeve, he pulled it off.

"Jin Lingwu disciple, where do you want to go on this trip?"