Forty-nine eons, sixty-four eons, ninety-nine eighty-one eons!

This "poor" ancestor is also only forty-nine heavens, but he has reached the Mahayana realm, even with his current strength, in the face of this ancestor, in the face of this ancestor's gaze, he has to do everything in his power to counter the aura of malice that this ancestor exudes on weekdays.

And just by saying the word "poor", the word "poor" was directly attracted to the past, and even, the small world that has nothing to do with the Panya world cannot block his sight.

The forty-nine eons of stepping into the Mahayana realm are so terrifying!

As for the sixty-four tribulations, I heard Master say that no one in the Nine Great Immortal Sects can become immortals, so there are only a handful of people who can become immortals.

According to what Master said, there is no one in the Nine Great Sects who has survived the Ninety-Nine Eighty-One Tribulation!

Even if it is the ancestor of the immortal realm today, only the ancestor of the Nine Great Immortal Sects can reach this realm.

"When it comes to the consummation of the path and the day of the impact of the Heavenly Tribulation, you must use this system!"

"This is the best method for you."

"With it, I will be able to survive the ninety-nine eighty-one tribulations."

"In this way, when I break through to the Mahayana realm, and then challenge the floating chess game, I will have a greater grasp!"

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhan Wuji suddenly set his eyes in one direction.

A thin spatial crack suddenly appeared, and a graceful woman walked out of the crack, with long hair flying in the wind, snowy skin, delicate facial features, but full of vitality.

"Senior Brother Wenren!" Zhan Wuji immediately withdrew the surrounding prohibitions and greeted him.

Wen Ren Lingse glanced at Zhan Wuji, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and then he nodded and said, "I'm here to get the image." ”

Zhan Wuji's mind turned, he took out a jade plate from his arms, and handed it over: "This is how Ji Lu, the current sect leader of the Innate Sect, was killed. ”

Wen Ren Lingse stretched out his hand, grabbed the pill in his hand, and nodded lightly: "Thank you." ”

After hesitating for a moment, she spoke, "Then what are your plans for the future?" ”

Zhan Wuji said: "We are going to the Tower of Reincarnation and attack the first Great Buddha of the Tower of Reincarnation. ”

"Exactly when it will start, it has not been decided."

Wen Ren Lingse said in a deep voice: "I see. ”

Zhan Wuji nodded, thinking to himself that he had just said the name of the "Fu Poor" ancestor, and he didn't know if the ancestor was still looking at him.

Otherwise, he can still talk to Wen Ren Lingse about martial arts......

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately spoke: "If there is nothing to do, the junior will leave." ”

After saying this, Zhan Wuji left this place directly.

Wen Ren Lingse did not hesitate, put away the jade slip, and also urged his body to fly away into the distance.

In the blink of an eye, it was a valley covered in snow.

Bang!

Tower of Reincarnation.

The ground gradually flattened and was replaced by a gray white snow.

The endless sand dunes are like light curtains, stone towers, and ancient and heavy bronze bells, echoing in the yellow sand.

From the cracks in the desert to the cities, you can see merchants pulling cattle and cultivators in gray robes, with haggard faces.

The blood sedan chair was suspended in the air, filled with yin qi, and the wind was howling, accompanied by strange laughter.

In the sedan chair, Zhan Wuji sat in the first seat, his eyes closed, as if he was resting.

This time, he originally planned to go to the Eternal Night Desert with Yan Minghua, Si Hong, Wenren Lingse and others.

He wants to use the phrase "all the world fears me" to add a foundation to these women.

It's just that he once mentioned the seal of the Eternal Night Great Domain to the "Fu Poor" Ancestor.

As for this, he is not clear either.

What if I arrive in the Eternal Night Desert and meet the Ancestor?

Therefore, Zhan Wuji decided to challenge all the masters of the nine major sects first, and then go to find the "poor man" ancestor, ask about the specific situation, and after confirming that he was okay, he began to increase their cultivation and foundation for several of his lovers.

According to what her master, Medicine Fairy, said, even if it was a ninety-nine eighty-one heavenly tribulation, it would take at least more than a hundred years to break through to the Mahayana realm.

This period of time is enough for him to improve everyone's cultivation and heritage!

Of course, he also has a supernatural ability, called 'The world is afraid of me', which allows him to survive the thunder tribulation one step ahead of the tribulation.

Definitely not for that long.

Thinking of this, Zhan Wuji immediately took out a letter of challenge written in black blood.

The sword qi on his body suddenly soared, extremely sharp, as if it could smash everything!

A majestic sword aura, like an entity, poured into the letter.

The seemingly ordinary challenge letter was enveloped by a terrifying sword aura.

With a wave of Zhan Wuji's hand, the war letter suddenly turned into a black blade, cutting through the sky and heading straight for the Reincarnation Tower.

With that, he closed his eyes again.

Bang!

Tower of Reincarnation.

The yellow sand in the sky is overwhelming.

Tall stone towers stand in the middle of tall mountains.

A huge crystal pagoda rose from the ground, and on the roof of the one hundred and eight floors, countless bronze bells were hung, making a dull sound, echoing in all directions, shaking the earth.

Scarlet eyes, flickering in the bells, kept looking around day and night.

And at this time, in the tower, Zhang Mo had already come here.

In a quiet room with the words "reincarnation" written on it, there is a person wearing a large floating robe, with a pagoda hanging from his waist, and the spacious quiet room is empty, with no superfluous furnishings.

And below them, there were rows of quaint futons, and in each row there was a figure wearing a gray robe with a powerful aura, wearing a golden pagoda on his body, exuding a brilliant light, showing his cultivation and status.

A Supreme Elder sitting at the back put one hand on his knee, bowed his head slightly, and his cloak pulled his chin very low, covering his face, and he said in a deep voice: "The Holy Son of the Chongming Sect, the battle with the Innate Sect Master, this is the end of it. ”

"Ji Lu, the current Innate Sect Master, is dead."

"This point, our spies in the Natural Sect, have all confirmed!"

As soon as these words came out, a Supreme Elder beside him nodded, and a heartfelt smile appeared on his pale face: "This is good news. ”

"This world can finally be liberated."

However, at this moment, a female elder spoke.

"If you can't get rid of these five false paths, the power of the Natural Sect will weaken, which is not a good thing."

"If the entire Pseudo-Dao Sect has been reduced to nothing, and there is no hidden danger, then even if Zhan Wuji kills their Natural Sect, it can be regarded as a great pleasure!"

"No!" A terrible scream. A Supreme Elder, who didn't look very old, spoke, "We are also allies, and we are fighting Wuji. ”