Inside the Falling Eagle Cliff Valley, Yan Kuan held the human body ghost face lamp, a treasure that restrained yin and evil, and walked towards the vast battlefield. This valley of the underworld is staggeringly large, like a continent, boundless, as if there is no end.

After walking for a while, Yan Kuan saw a large number of tombs, one after another like a small mountain, magnificent and huge, a little scary.

He didn't pay much attention to it, and continued to walk forward with the magic lamp in his hand, entering an open field, full of fossils of corpses, and he couldn't see the edge at a glance, and this was only a corner of the primeval battlefield, it was hard to imagine how many living beings died back then.

"Boom ......"

Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted in front of him, cold and terrifying, as if there were thousands of creatures crying, and a wild beast rushed across the land.

Groups of Yin soldiers are neatly aligned, wearing ancient costumes, or holding iron ge, or holding rusty war spears, crossing from the front, striding forward, there can be tens of thousands, waving flags, Yin soldiers passing by, killing into the unknown distance.

The black-pressed Yin soldiers were like a torrent of steel, as if they could kill all opponents, and that kind of calm aura was terrifying, and it would collapse as soon as it got a little close to the form.

Yan Kuan held the human body ghost lamp and silently followed behind them. This primeval purgatory is vast and boundless, with all kinds of complex terrain, and there are endless corpses on the ground, embedded in the stone layers and become fossils.

The dim battlefield, as far as the eye can see, is surrounded by bands of demon clouds, which is very terrifying and makes people's hearts beat. All kinds of ancient creatures have hideous faces, human and beast phoenix bodies, eight arms and four heads...... The unheard of and unseen corpses of creatures are amazing.

Yan Kuan followed this group of Yin soldiers into an underworld, which was by no means the primeval battlefield, but another journey

The black earth, the gray mist, the unknown road ahead, a trace of strange fragrance is refreshing, the water in front is dotted, many Yin soldiers pass by neatly, and the fragrance comes from there.

This pool is only ten zhang square, bubbling and gushing, the yellow madman, this is the legendary yellow spring pool. A sinister aura came to the face, but it was also mixed with a refreshing fragrance.

"Boom la la ......"

There was a splash of water in the Yellow Spring Pool, and a black divine grass emerged, like a divine orchid carved from black jade, with the charm of the avenue, which could be more than one meter high, fragrant, like an immortal elixir.

"Netherworld Grass, as well as this pool of yellow spring water, can be reborn even if you die, and everything in the world can be refined into the great medicine of the world."

Yan Kuan approached to the side of the Yellow Spring Pool and took a deep breath, the pores of his body were dilated, and he was refreshed, as if he had received the most holy baptism, as if he was about to lift the sun and soar.

This is the Netherworld Grass, a strange evil grass that contains some of the characteristics of the immortal elixir, the three old monsters that Yan Kuan cleaned up in the Divine City once ate one plant, and the immortal and immortal lasted for nearly five thousand years, their bodies became rotting corpses, but the divine thoughts last forever.

Yan Kuan took out a white jade treasure vase, refined the entire Yellow Spring Pool, and sealed the Netherworld Grass in it, the chain sounded, and the root of this Netherworld Grass was locked by a Netherworld Chain, which was a special law chain.

Yan Kuan quickly returned after picking this Netherworld Grass, leaving this Netherland Road, and then continued to go deep into the Ancient Battlefield.

"Boom!"

There was a thunderous roar ahead, and it was an even more terrifying battlefield, where the evil qi could not be dissolved, and blood-colored lightning was appearing, and the sound was amazing.

After he walked through a pitch-black demonic mist, his front suddenly became dazzling, all kinds of lights were flying, all kinds of ancient soldiers were impacting, and all kinds of laws were flickering.

"The immortal resentment of the primeval ancestors, the will of the heroic spirits who died in battle, this is the most perfect place of shelter."

Yan Kuan has a ghost face lamp on his head, standing in the center of this ancient battlefield, the imprint of war intent is intertwined, all kinds of ancient soldiers, all kinds of divine light, all of them are transformed by the law, stirring in the vertical and horizontal, and never extinguished.

The laws played by the Ancient Ancestor King in the past gathered the essence of heaven and earth, circulating endlessly, turning this place into an immortal killing field, and it was difficult for ordinary people to survive if they broke in.

This area is too terrifying, all kinds of ancient soldiers, all kinds of divine light flying, but the gods left by the ancestors before the primeval times are manifested, which is equivalent to the aftermath of the impact of the saint.

"Boom ......"

All kinds of light are flying, this is a sea of gods intertwined, thundering constantly, if there is no heirloom saint soldier to protect the body, the king of Dacheng will become a robbery when he comes in.

It was a terrifying sight, as if hundreds of primeval saints were competing against each other, revealing the best of their lives.

"Hundreds of sages and gods are branded, this is a good place to practice soldiers, what do you think!"

Yan Kuan took out the stone king that he took out of the Yaochi Holy Land, and suddenly the five-colored glow rose to the sky, this strange stone can be as big as a grinding plate, and the seal has long ceased to exist, if it weren't for Yan Kuan's temporary reinforcement of the seal, I am afraid that it would have been born on its own.

The Stone King shook slightly, and with the flow of five-colored glow, it became almost transparent at this time, and everything inside was visible.

The snow-white divine egg is round and natural, crystal brilliant, revealing a mysterious qi, and various avenue lines appear from time to time, always flashing away.

It has conjured up all kinds of brilliance, Ruihua is endless, constantly swallowing the innate essence. On the snow-white eggshell, there are thousands of divine lights, and various pictures appear, which are the imprints of the racial inheritance.

Powerful life fluctuations are growing, divine flames are like tides, and brilliance is burning like fire, like the eggs of an immortal phoenix bird.

"If you don't want to be drained of the blood of the Divine Phoenix by me, summon the Eight Gods to come here and send them to death! See how far they can sacrifice for you! ”

Yan Kuan sneered and stretched out his hand to this stone king, and suddenly the five-colored glow was suppressed, and a trace of five-colored brilliance was extracted, and the creatures in the stone king felt the crisis of life and death, and quickly shot out nine divine lights to fight.

The imprint on the god's egg was resurrected, and all of them were imprinted in the void, revealing terrifying fluctuations.

"Winter!

！ ”

A mysterious qi machine came out of the Falling Eagle Cliff, and the light that penetrated the sky could be seen in all fields, piercing the sky and soaring straight into the nine skies.

"Imperial Blood...... Sons of God......"

In the Northern Region of the Eastern Wilderness, in the depths of the Purple Mountain, with the strange summoning of qi, the primeval race in the depths of the earth finally recovered, and one by one the primeval creatures roared and rushed out of the divine source.

"Roaring ......"

Suddenly, the terrifying roar of filial piety came one after another, and a venerable primeval creature was born, and there were hundreds of people, and the bell rang again and again, and the sound of the beginningless bell instead provoked more primeval beings to wake up.

In the Tianxuan Stone Workshop of the Divine City, the big black dog that was carrying the little girl suddenly raised his head and exclaimed, "This is ...... What the hell is going on over there in Purple Mountain? Could it be that it has something to do with the boy who speaks widely? ”

"Roaring ......"

The roar of the land in the northern region shook the sky, and the terrifying primeval creatures were born, and the inexplicable creatures roared and roared, shaking the heavens and the earth, and shaking the clouds in the sky away.

The movement of them crossing the void was extremely large, and when they passed through the Divine City, many of the powerful people in the world changed their faces, and many people's souls were trembling, I don't know what terrible creatures were born?

The five-colored glow rushed to the sky, the essence of the fairy phoenix essence blood was refined by Yan Kuan, the clouds and mist outside the Falling Eagle Cliff surged, there were very ancient creatures in the void, and the black pressed a large area, and many primeval creatures came here.

Above the Endless Void, many primeval beings gathered, purple clouds, gray mist, and white mist. A total of eight of them descended together, in which the scales flashed, the colored feathers flowed, and all kinds of creatures were unheard of and unseen.

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Among the various departments, there are large pieces of divine sources that flicker with holy light, and they are sealed with a number of ancient ancestors, all of whom are the descendants of the eight divine generals

"The heirs of God are inside, and it seems that they are in danger."

"Damn, this is definitely a conspiracy, someone deliberately brought him to this purgatory."

"Please resurrect the Lord Ancestral King, attack the Falling Eagle Cliff, and recapture the Son of God."

A primeval creature petitioned, and an incomparably powerful fluctuation was also heard among the divine sources surrounded by all parties, and at the same time, there were ten thousand Ruicai rushing up to the sky in the depths of the Falling Eagle Cliff, a mysterious and gorgeous.

……

In the deepest part of the Falling Eagle Cliff, Yan Kuanpan sat and extracted more of the origin essence blood of the fairy phoenix egg, and a trace of divine brilliance was sprinkled, as if something special was integrated into this fairy phoenix egg.

"After waiting so long, they're finally here."

An incomparably powerful divine pagoda appeared above Yan Kuan's head, purple light swept the heavens and the earth, and the chaotic Xuanhuang Qi intertwined with Dao marks, which was the Divine Trace Purple Gold Pagoda.

Yan Kuanqiang urged this weapon to rush into the sky, and immediately caused the ancient ancestor king's battle intent to interweave into the supreme heavenly tribulation.

"Boom ......"

His divine tower was revived, and all kinds of Dao traces and divine brilliance were sprinkled, turning into dragons, phoenixes, lins, turtles, flowers, birds, fish and insects, all things in heaven and earth, etc., gathering the ten directions of the gods.

The Divine Trace Purple Gold Pagoda is roaring, rising and falling in all kinds of Dao light, being baptized, and being crackled and shaken, but it is always immortal, absorbing the laws of heaven and earth. There is a ball of light in the divine tower that absorbs all kinds of gods, as if it is transforming into a god fetus, extremely weird, and gradually growing.

The endless patterns are spreading, evolving into plants and trees, becoming flowers, birds, fish and insects, becoming unicorns and fairy phoenixes, with tens of thousands of forms, and everything in heaven and earth.

This is in the pregnancy of the god fetus, in the god tower contains the birth of gods, with the chaos of Xuanhuang as the fetal skin, containing their own gods, here is the king of the gods.

Yan Kuan's own cultivation is comparable to that of a king, but after all, he did not really cross the catastrophe, taking advantage of today's earth-shattering situation to attract eight gods, and use them and countless gods here to achieve themselves, and build the most powerful tower of kings.

"Boom ......"

With an earth-shattering bang, it suddenly seemed that the sky was falling apart, and the supreme thunder tribulation came, and the terrifying fluctuations suddenly caused the imprint of the thousands of ancestors in this place to react, and a shocking thunderstorm was formed in an instant.

Yan Kuan uses heaven and earth as the furnace, and the essence of hundreds of saints as the fire, leading his own heavenly tribulation to fall, so that the divine tower can be tempered thousands of times, and the strongest king and divine soldier will be cast.

This is undoubtedly a crazy idea, according to common sense, no one can withstand this kind of catastrophe, but Yan Kuan is not satisfied, attracting the descendants of the eight gods, among whom there are many ancestral kings and powerhouses, which will make this catastrophe thunderstorm extremely terrifying.

"Come on! Come on all over! Tianyan Forty-Nine, the one who escaped, the catastrophe has never been a test, even if it is nine deaths and a lifetime, there is still a glimmer of life, put it to death and then live, I haven't done it, so I will use you to achieve my strongest divine soldier. ”

Yan Kuan's eyes were full of fanaticism, the breath on his body changed wildly, and after nine turns of divine power, he continued to condense and break through, and the divine power of the king was born in the sea of wheels, and the breath continued to become stronger.

Three crystalline divine leaves flew out, intertwined into a wonderful ancient tree phantom, and it looked like it was the old Bodhi tree that took root in the glowing ancient star.

Yan Kuan sat under the shadow of Bodhi and slowly closed his eyes, there was a special aura, and the wisps of great avenue opportunities overflowed from his body and spread into the distance.

His body emitted the sound of the Great Dao, the scriptures resonated by themselves, and resounded under the Bodhi tree, and there was a kind of enlightened image, and all kinds of Dao light were flying.

His wheel sea is emitting immortal light, extending outward, like Huang Zhong Dalu roaring, this is him expanding the road and stepping on his own path.

Single cultivation of the Wheel Sea Secret Realm, reaching the Nine Lives and Nine Deaths Transformation to reach the Great Completion Realm can become the power of the Wheel Sea, and continuing to transform is the origin royal road involving the Wheel Sea Secret Realm.

The power of the second realm of Sendai needs to go through the path of cutting the clear heart to become the king of the third realm of Sendai, and if the power of the single cultivation wheel sea still wants to continue to cultivate only a single secret realm, the conditions are more demanding, and it is necessary to refine the wheel sea with the way of its own king, and explore the potential of the secret realm to the fullest.

This process is very dangerous, and the slightest carelessness is death.

Yan Kuan's body, all kinds of chaotic lightning flew, turned into ancient talismans, imprinted everywhere on his body, his whole person was like a god and demon, his body was shining, his black hair was thick, and he was flying wildly.

The Great Dao scriptures emerged, densely floating in the void, and then returned to the sea of his wheels, and there was a kind of atmosphere of simplicity of the Great Dao.

"Boom ......"

The chaotic thunder evolved earth, fire, wind, and water, and the wide body of the king vibrate, the wind and thunder were great, the scriptures were resonant, and the divine sound of the avenue was endless, and his limbs moved together, as if he was opening the heavens and the earth, to open up this ancient world.

Earth, fire, wind, and water turned, chaos and fog were misty, and he opened this world, it was really like reopening a world.

The chaos and mist were filled, opening up the world, he opened up the ancient realm and opened up a new "wheel sea". This is a terrifying process, this supreme and great sight of the Tao is awe-inspiring, and suddenly the sound of sacrifice and worship is heard, and it is like the gods crying.

Dao waves shook the world, if the sea was turbulent, spread in all directions, at a glance, nine heavens and ten earths were all in front of you, heaven and earth, only one person was alone.

His figure was disillusioned and formed, radiating immortal brilliance, with various visions rising behind him, and ancient scriptures recited from his body, the most high, the most holy, the most divine.

Yan Kuan is evolving his own royal road, with a kind of aura swallowing mountains and rivers, looking down on the vast universe, people can't help but kowtow and bow down.

"Boom ......"

The terrifying thunder obscured the sky and the sun, the Divine Trace Purple Gold Pagoda was constantly absorbing the ancestral king and the gods were transforming, and countless holy ways converged to achieve this divine tower, and there was a ball of light in the deepest part of the divine tower, which looked like Yan Kuan, which was the unique god of the king and the divine soldiers.