Four words flashed in their hearts at the same time.

A whirlwind rose namelessly, wandering in the air for a long time.

Everyone was surprised, only to see a powerful sword in the sky, hanging in the wall, the red-blooded divine phoenix, with a hiss, soaring into the sky.

The flames, the crowd only felt the blazing heat scorching the skin, and the mortals had fainted and were unconscious.

The Optimus Giant Sword was about to tear through the sky and point directly at the Red Blood Divine Phoenix.

Sensational loud noise,

The phoenix screamed, and the giant sword shattered.

The hanging wall exudes the ancient meaning of the desolation, destroying all energy.

"Zhu Yuan?"

"Shi Shengyu?"

The first time he met, he was destroyed by the hanging wall, resulting in a dead end.

Shi Shengyu resolutely gave up and continued to peep, leaving a bloody mark in the depths of his palm, and his footsteps stayed in the middle of the hanging wall.

The hanging wall is regurgitated, and you can imagine how terrible it is.

finally looked at Zhu Yuan, and the fighting spirit splashed, in just a moment, between life and death.

Countless broken yuan were terrifyingly pressed in a glance, and the secret spell of peeping into the future appeared, and the sword that was like nothing, like the secret strategy of the heavens, involuntarily made people believe in it, and followed it with all their hearts.

Shi Shengyu is energetic and indomitable.

The pattern emerges, dissipating all the meaning of erosion.

Zhu Yuan wanted to vomit, hand-painted the imprint, and resisted the Heavenly Dao Xuance.

Sure enough, the name is well deserved, Zhou Yi decided life and death, and changed the falsehood.

It lasted for half an hour before the two ended their confrontation.

Shi Shengyu was as calm as water, and he walked with a sword, leading everyone to leave quickly without stopping at all.

"Zhu Yuan, we will fight sooner or later. ”

Zhu Yuan smiled, shook his palm, and didn't care.

All the monks looked at him, tacitly leaving a road leading directly to the high platform, and no one dared to take half a step against him, for fear of sparing his life here.

The prestige is still there, and many things have become convenient.

Fighting alone with two four mountains, to put it mildly, exploring the bag and taking things from the Divine Weapon Workshop, indifferent as usual, the White Dragon Holy Son challenged, gladly responded, Zhou Yiqishi fought, and did not dare to wipe the silk. The treasure pavilion is one out and one in, and the wordless treasure book is included, which is a breeze.

Many people questioned, this person is so arrogant, isn't he afraid that the god-level monk will come out of the mountain and clean him up?

The answer is yes, but who is the first crab to become a problem? Genius is hard to find, if you can meet your subordinates, wouldn't it be like a tiger with wings, like a fish in water, who wouldn't want to?

Under the ghosts of each family, Zhu Yuan was proud of the world.

Zhu Yuan stood on the high platform, and the ancient thoughts suddenly exploded, and the tearing power made him have to concentrate and go all out.

The ninth vein highlighted the divine power, running rapidly, absorbing the ancient thoughts for a moment, the divine tripod emerged, and the thoughts gradually warmed down, without the intention of killing, like taking off the rabbit, and began to enter Zhu Yuan's body.

This is.

Born with nine veins?

Everyone let out a cry of amazement.

Many monks couldn't believe what they saw, there were people born with nine veins and a genius.

Zhu Yuan came in person and pressed on the side of the hanging wall, which was vast and became a world of its own.

In the white world, there is a monument to the gods, independent of the world.

Two lines of large letters are written on it:

Who calls the shots at the end of eternal life,

As soon as I entered my peak, I sacrificed Canggu.

The ancient monument is ancient and modern.

Zhu Yuan sacrificed the divine tripod, and the Dao pattern was depicted under his feet to resist, and there seemed to be the power to suppress all in the dark.

As far as the eye can see, the fourteen words are shining, the golden hook and iron stroke, the ancient meaning is clear, and the meaning of the ideas that come from the pavement is contemptuous of all divine consciousness. The Divine Monument is like a bottomless pit, and any divine consciousness is only to increase the brilliance.

Zhu Yuan's divine sense is strong, but in front of the divine monument, the grasshopper shakes the tree, and he can't measure himself.

The ancient meaning of the flood desolation wandered in Zhu Yuan's body, and the ninth vein gradually detached from the body, ascended to the void, and actually sat down with the hanging wall, absorbing the ancient meaning of the flood wilderness.

The monstrous power swirled, the training was endless, the fight was endless, the wind was fierce, and all the monks had to retreat a thousand meters, looking at each other from afar, bursts of ancient meaning filled the sky, occupying a piece of heaven and earth.

A lot of old antique consciousness came all over the world, but they didn't know what was going on.

The hanging wall opens the ancient meaning, the soul is injected, who is it, is it the descendant of the bloodline of the strong?

It's not, it's a flood of ancient bodies, and only in ancient times did physique exist.

"Who is this person?"

"With the Ninth Vein of the Flood Ancient Body, it seems that the old man is going to accept apprentices. ”

"Old immortal, you don't look at the identity?"

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More than a dozen god-level powerhouses appeared, discussing an incredible scene.

The ninth vein was transparent, emitting aura, and began to evolve into a human figure, and Zhu Yuan suddenly rose into the air, merging the two into one.

There seems to be an ancient bell ringing, like a fairy lun, like a magic sound, and people can't speak.

Zhu Yuan was surrounded by spiritual light, isolating all divine senses, and at this moment, he seemed to be talking to the divine monument, communicating, and feeling the ideas and ancient knowledge left by the strong.

God-endowed powerhouses can't be calm.

A bright light appeared in the sky, and a half-hundred old man stood in the void holding a vajra staff.

In the other direction, the white-bearded old man leaned over, came slowly, beat his back, and coughed and came to the opposite side of the half-hundred-year-old man.

Both of them are heaven and earth of their own, their bodies are rhymed, their consciousness is monstrous, they just stand in the void, but they despise all beings, they are high, as if they are on par with the sky, and they are in the eight wildernesses.

Haha, old and immortal, you are still alive?

I want to participate in your memorial meeting, how can I take the first step, the old man did not hide his hostility, looked at Zhu Yuan with deep meaning, sighed in his heart, and didn't know how to feel.

Yukun Daxian chuckled lightly, disapproving: The old man should be strong and strong, and the hatred is not reduced back then!

The rickety old man Xu Lun did not answer, his eyes were full of flowers, like an elder looking at his grandson. He was the one who just said that he would take in the disciples.

Zhu Yuan's long hair is flying, the sword is pointing at the heaven and the earth, blooming with endless battle might, the whole heaven and earth seem to be solidified, the sound of the sea is round, full of the void, the feeling of everyone is empty and ancient in the divine consciousness, and there is no resistance at all, gradually, a wonderful and profound energy is full of control, controlling everyone.

In an instant, as if it was an explosion of energy, Zhu Yuan spat blood, his divine consciousness withdrew from the ancient monument, and flew upside down for a hundred meters, his eyes were red, and he scolded loudly, as if he was facing an enemy who killed his father.

The consciousness of the divine monument is pervasive, and the sky is mighty, pointing directly at Zhu Yuan.

He held a sword in one hand, and he was upright, and spit out the Lun language: Who stopped me?

Boom and boom came out one after another.

The hanging wall surrounds the body of the barrier divine light, guarding the heaven and the earth.

With bright red eyes and bloodshot bodies, Zhu Yuan stood still and confronted him on the spot.

At this moment, the divine monument flashed out, and the black hole vortex filled and devoured Zhu Yuan.

A demonic thought unfolded wildly, wanting to seize Zhu Yuan's body.

The ancient powerhouse has the idea of eternal and wants to be reborn.

Where is Zhu Yuan's opponent, he immediately understood that this is a trap, what Dao pattern cultivation powerhouse sits on the essence crystal, what powerhouse relics treasure, it is just vain.

Cultivate the truth, remove the false and retain the truth.

Immortality, deceit.

Cultivating true immortality is just a strategy of conspiracy.

The Shending quickly emerged, infinitely absorbing the energy storm and resisting the vortex, but it broke instantly.

The cloudless sword, Xingchen Kuiyun appeared, and the condensed tyrannical attack covered the sky and the earth, and the space was solidified.

It was only able to resist for a second, and it was destroyed, the cloudless sword retreated, and Zhu Yuan held the sword in his hand and fell rapidly.

His body exudes an infinite sense of desolation, attracting the storm attack. The whole world was locked off, and it was impossible for him to escape.

Xu Lun's eyes lit up, as if he saw strange antiques, but he didn't make the slightest movement.

The old man of Yukun lifted his human scepter into the air, preventing the hurricane from toppling houses and mountains.

Zhu Yuan continued to run, and the hurricane followed him like a shadow.

Ten minutes later,

Zhu Yuan observed carefully and found that the Flood Desolation Ancient Intent fused with the ninth vein in his body attracted the attack of the Demon Mind Hurricane. He shook his head, his fists clenched, there was no way, Gu Yi had already fused into his body, and forcibly pulling it out would hurt him a lot. His mind changed, and he thought about a way to save him.

Only when you break the kettle can you know your potential.

Only then did I realize how much I was worth.

Since you want to occupy my body and be reborn, well, I'll give you a chance.

Zhu Yuan gave up all resistance, without reservation, and faced the Demonic Hurricane with his bare hands.

Yu Kun and Xu Lun were surprised at the same time.

The ancient body of the flood is so resolute, it is rare to have a good show. I just don't know if I can survive.

Everything comes and goes quickly, the demonic thoughts and the desolate thoughts merge, the divine monument dissipates, the hurricane disappears, the tyrant's energy fades in an instant, the enchantment is shattered, as if nothing has happened, the dust settles, and everything is safe.

Some monks reacted and immediately babbled something.

Yu Xiangtian finally appeared, and as a god-endowed powerhouse, he never made a move.

The blue light filled the sky, and the snake-like shadow appeared with the void, coming in the direction of Zhu Yuan's pan. The bottom of the kettle draws salary, and moves forward.

The attacks are fierce and unmatched.

Yu Xiangtian laughed: You give me death, let my grandson be an idiot bastard.

Just when he thought it was a success.

In the direction of the Treasure Pavilion, a half-void old man trembled and appeared, his five fingers were slender, and they expanded rapidly, directly enveloping Zhu Yuan and protecting him to death.

The blue light snake shadow can't advance the slightest, stays slightly, and doesn't advance the slightest.

The big hand flipped over, and the snake shadow didn't have time to react, and was directly snuffed out in the void.

Yu Xiangtian was slightly shocked, what do you mean by this?

Half a waste, half a waste, wish in this life, and be born in the next life.

I owe him a wish, he, can't die.

Half-vain, you look for death.

You can try.

The thoughts of the two god-level powerhouses broke through the blockade, and the storm descended in an instant.

The two strong "rhymes" are-for-tat, the heaven and the earth are discolored, and the space seems to be broken.

Yuxiangtian was covered with drizzle, and the rain was like a sword, and he stayed in horror.

Standing in the void, a blood-red hand appeared above the sky, picking up the stars and the moon, and attacking the rain curtain.

They all stood above the nine heavens, and sparks appeared in the air, and they couldn't help each other.

Xu Lun and Yukun are opposed, intending to coerce each other and lead one side to move the army.

"Shall we try it?" Xu Lun smiled, always looking at Zhu Yuan with deep meaning. There is doting in the eyes, and the elders have a unique affection for the young son.

Yukun turned his back, watched the rare battle, and ignored Xu Lun.

The old man Yukun represents a word, and he is the elder of Zhuangshen.

The reason why Semi-Void Du was the old man of the Treasure Pavilion, and the reason why he made a move was because a long time ago, he had seen the Flood Ancient Body in his early childhood.

The fight between the two completely destroyed the space, and everyone didn't dare to stay and walked straight away.

Shi Shengyu didn't go far, it's rare for a master to make a move, how can he not go, on the way to watch, it will help him improve his realm a lot.

The white dragon has fluttering sleeves, and he also came here to comprehend the principle of Tao rhyme. He paid more attention to Zhu Yuan's performance, an unknown Dao pattern genius, who had come to the present by himself, and could become a respectable opponent.

He is proud because he has capital. But he is not frivolous, just because he deeply understands a truth, there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people.

In the final analysis, the Lingshen Continent is too small.

A feeling gradually rose in Zhuang Shen's heart, maybe the Cloudless Sword had found the right master, and he, Zhu Yuan, was more suitable to have.

The empty Dao rhyme, there is no extra broken air in the ten miles.

There were a few more masters of divine endowment, and the youngest was only forty or fifty years old.

That was ten days before the New God List.

The last time SBC was ranked was twenty years ago.

"I'm not mistaken, twenty years ago, the fifth on the list of new gods who lived in seclusion, Kangxi. ”

Kang Xi is middle-aged, talented, twenty years ago was already at the peak of the Nine Mountains, a touch of white hair wandering face, a silk rhyme appeared, a few bustling foams appeared around, his face was like purple jade, his eyes were like stars, and he was full of temperament.

He stands in the void, self-contained, and cannot be affected by turbulent circumstances.

In the distance, a blue light came to the sky, the man's right eye was closed, and his figure was rickety, but every move affected the rhyme of heaven and earth, revealing an uncontrollable enchantment hole.

"The youngest elder of the Heavenly Machine, once the third on the list of new gods, the eldest son of the An family, An Ran. "An ancient old man, in good spirits, his eyes were full of thought, as if he recalled the great battle of the year.

None of the strong men of the Three Kingdoms were exposed, and it seemed to form a constraint.

There is an indelible contradiction between the state and religion. Such as faith, classical, and even inheritance.

Zhu Yuangenzi is in Jiuyanding.

No matter what contradictions there are between the two religions, the special religious feelings allow them to forget their hatred for a while and look forward to the birth of a peerless genius together.