Any grievances and hatreds are nothing compared to life and death.

After the news of the upcoming battle in the Ziwei Great World spread, the entire Tianyuan Continent fell silent, and all the sect monks were silently dormant, waiting for the day when the big war came, the atmosphere was solemn, the frost was thousands of miles, and the air currents in the void carried a bleak smell.

Wang Qian and Bi Fang were both waiting quietly among the ruins of the Middle Ages, polishing their cultivation and condensing their magical powers. They wandered around among the ruins of the Middle Ages, constantly collecting the qi of heaven and earth, essence qi, magnetic energy, rays, five element energy, yin and yang qi, and so on.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed, and during this year, Wang Qian practiced hard, and even tempered his physical body, martial arts, and supernatural powers in the endless space storm of the ancient ruins.

Boom!

The airflow exploded, the vitality was raging, a large area of thunder and lightning flashed out, the void was dark and chaotic, Wang Qian was like a mountain stone, standing in it, his body was shrouded in a layer of blue-yellow halo qi, and the surrounding shattering energy bombarded over, splashing a lot of sparks, but it could not destroy his body.

Nine turns of the Huangquan Holy Body, after this period of polishing, has become more and more complete, yin and yang are one, rigidity and softness, Wang Qian felt his body, if he wants to be hard, he will be hard, if he wants to be soft, he will be soft, and he will wave his hand to strike casually, all of which are a mysterious martial arts moves, vaguely with Taoist rhyme, and can communicate with heaven and earth.

The Bitter Sea Seal, the Divine Fist on the Other Side, the Great Five Elements Divine Seal, the Open Heaven Martial Dao, his body trembled, and he played a heavy martial arts light, majestic and domineering, with a kind of rampant and invincible qi.

"The power of five hundred and fifty units of Yuan Li, at this moment, my cultivation is truly stable in the realm of the peak of the late stage of the Yuan Fetus, and then the consummation of the Yuan Fetus, this step is very important, and it is necessary to fully comprehend the truth contained in the Sea of Suffering, the Golden Bridge, and the Divine Mansion, and then create my own Dao to make the final preparations for condensing the Yuan Shen. ”

With a slight flick of his fingers, there was a crumbling sound, like the sound of gold and iron, and every bone and flesh in the flesh seemed to be linked together and became a whole, and he could play his strongest strength at will, Wang Qian was very satisfied with his cultivation during this time.

In a few steps, he disappeared into this chaotic void, and the various explosions, thunder and flames behind him slowly subsided.

On this day, Wang Qian and Bi Fang were talking about the principles of cultivation, figuring out the Dao pattern chains contained in the void, and constantly analyzing the mysteries contained in them, and suddenly he heard a violent sound in the distance, the sound was like a wild dragon roaring, he and Bi Fang Huo Ran were shocked, and turned their heads to see, about tens of thousands of miles away, heavy light was shining, and it seemed that a huge star had landed, and there was a tendency to shine through the ages.

"What happened?"

The two of them were shocked, although the medieval ruins were a space storm and a tide of time and space, there were almost no huge changes like this, they glanced at each other, and stepped out at the same time.

In the depths of the ruins of the Middle Ages, a beam of thick golden light came across it, countless silk bamboo orchestras, fairy music sounded, and then five huge dragon figures emerged, behind the dragon pulled the agarwood rain jade sword, the pearl and jade ring wear, jingle crisp, the jade bowl followed by more than a dozen maids wearing light yarn, holding musical instruments such as the qin and flute in their hands, exquisite and gorgeous, with the style of a dignified person.

The dragon roared, and its huge body was crushed fiercely in the ruins of the Middle Ages, and countless broken suspended continent islands turned into dust, and the chaotic energy storm was also suppressed in an instant, and peace was restored.

Golden Qionghua descended from the void and paved a golden avenue.

This scene made Wang Gan and Bi Fang speechless, such a big pomp, there are dragons pulling carts, accompanied by maids, and these maids, Wang Qian can see very clearly, all of them have the cultivation of the god level, although the foundation is not very strong, the strength is not strong, but after all, it is the existence of the Yuan Shen, such a character, in the Tianyuan Continent, are all high-level figures of a sect, elders and protectors, and so on, holding great power, and here can only be maids, you can imagine what kind of identity and how noble the characters in the jade bowl are.

This dragon jade is from the depths of time and space across the border, just stabilized, it shines with a bright golden light, faintly the dragon roars, all kinds of visions emerge, the jade is completely shrouded in a layer of golden light, a slight tremble, there are many golden dragon shadows shuttling and wandering, it seems to be guarding the big man in the jade bowl.

"What kind of person is this? Such a big pomp? And that Jiaolong, all of them are big demons at the level of transforming into gods, but now they have been banned, they can't turn into human forms, but use their bodies to pull the cart, and the jade bowl, which I don't know how many precious materials are used, the defense is strong, the formation is thousands, and the runes are flickering, it is definitely a first-class magic weapon!"

Bi Fang gasped and muttered to himself.

Wang Gan's heart was also shaken, he had never encountered such pomp and circumstance since he practiced, this is the real honor, the real big man.

"Judging from his pomp, this person should be a cultivator of the Emperor's Dao, not an ordinary cultivator, could it be a figure in the Ziwei Great World?"

Wang Qian suddenly had a thought, that is, this group of people was very likely to be from the Ziwei Great World.

"Ziwei Great World? Could it be that they are already about to start conquering the Tianyuan Continent? How can it be so fast? You know, cross-border war is not such a simple thing, the preparation required is simply astronomical, all kinds of magic weapons elixir, warships and chariots, teleportation arrays and the like, there are countless of them, and the distance between Ziwei Great World and Tianyuan Continent is not close, it shouldn't be so fast, right?"

Bi Fang was skeptical of Wang Gan's idea, but this was not the time to argue, the two exchanged briefly, and then they exerted their magical powers, shrinking into the Cuiyun Peak, with the energy of this ancient magic weapon, a flicker turned into a cyan point of light, and quietly hidden.

"Has the Tian Yuan Continent arrived?"

A lazy voice came out of the jade bowl, the voice was like a pearl and jade spring, it was very comfortable to listen to, but there was a compelling momentum, but it was well hidden.

"The Thirteenth Prince of Qiqi, this is the Tianyuan Continent, this place should be the ancient ruins, a dilapidated. ”

Delicate as a flower, a woman with a graceful figure, dressed in purple light yarn, the wonders of the body are faintly visible, the sandalwood mouth is lightly open, the eyes are as bright as water, and it is indescribably moving.

"The ruins of the Middle Ages? There is nothing to see, go directly to the Tian Yuan Continent, this time I finally got this errand with my father, I definitely have to do it beautifully, these turtles in the Tian Yuan Continent are only worthy of being slaves for us. ”

As soon as the words of the people in the jade bowl fell, many women made a promise, and five huge dragons, with a slight swing of their heads, pulled up the jade bowl, and slammed all the way over, any mountains and rocks, continents, floating islands, gangqi, storms and the like that blocked them in front of them were all crushed and shattered, forming a golden channel, imprinted in the void, and not dispersed for a long time.

After a long time, Wang Qian and Bi Fang came out of Cuiyun Peak, they were afraid that the character just now was too powerful and found their traces, and they were afraid that it would be very bad at that time, and they would be beaten and killed, and they would accidentally lose their lives.

"Huh, the person in the jade bowl turned out to be a guy called the Thirteenth Prince, there is a father emperor on top of his head, I'm afraid it is really a prince of the Ziwei Great World who is here, this is a big problem, we still have to follow to see what he has to do." ”

Wang Qian and Bi Fang discussed, and they both thought that the thirteen princes were not good at coming, and the good ones were not coming, so they quietly followed all the way.

In this way, they got out of the medieval ruins, the road was smooth and smooth along the way, and the golden avenue under their feet was tough and dense when stepped on, like silk, and the endless storm and turbulence around them could not break through.

Out of the ruins of the Middle Ages, they arrived at the junction of the Eastern and Southern Regions of the Tianyuan Continent, at this time, Wang Qian and Bi Fang saw from a distance that on the jade and the dragon, a burst of golden light flashed, like a bubble, disappeared from sight, it seemed to be completely integrated into the void of heaven and earth, and could no longer be seen, if it were not for Wang Gan's special soul, a wisp of cyan air flow that had been integrated into the ancient broken arm had mutated, and he was very sensitive to the sense of the void of heaven and earth, he didn't know that there were five dragons pulling a jade jade in the distance, and more than a dozen maids accompanying him, so a hidden method can be described as extremely mysterious。

Jiaolong's speed was so fast, in less than a moment, it really entered the southern region, and the crowd began to dense, and countless people in the cities were surging.

Mountains, rivers, Yangtze River, swamps, all kinds of terrain flashed under the feet one by one, in front of a sky-piercing peak, clouds and mist, the breath is ethereal, there is a rhyme in it, at a glance is a practice sect station, operating for a long time.

This place is called Snow Sword Peak, and it is the residence of a second-rate sect, the Snow Sword Sect.

The entire mountain peak suddenly had countless sword lights rising into the sky, Sen Sen's sword qi cut the void, the light was dazzling, the forest was cold and piercing, and at the same time, the vast sword light fused and converged, and then formed a goose feather snow, this snowflake is even more powerful, it is the essence of the sword qi condensation, each snowflake is fused with hundreds of sword lights, it can be seen that it is powerful. This is the big formation of the town faction of the Snow Sword Gate, called the Flying Snow Sword Array, which uses the sword to turn snow and the snow as the sword, which is unique in the practice of kendo and has many mysteries.

Five huge dragons appeared, pulling the golden jade behind them, the fragrance was heavy, the golden flowers were blooming, the scenery was infinite, and the thirteen princes directly revealed their tracks here.

"Who is coming to my Snow Sword Gate!"

An old voice, like a clash of gold and iron, was sonorous and piercing, and the sound waves of the void took on the shape of a sword. Then an old man appeared, dressed in a snow-white robe, with many snowflake imprints on it, faint aura, and a big sword stuck behind his back, and Sensen's sharp aura soared into the sky.

This old man is the head of the Snow Sword Sect, the real person of the Snow Sword Sect, and now he is obviously extremely angry, the Thirteen Princes directly rammed into the place where the Thirteen Princes were stationed, and also inspired the town faction array, but there are no rules, it is a provocation to the Snow Sword Gate, how can he not be angry.