There is a string between heaven and earth.

The spiritual power that filled the heavens and the earth seemed to be converging in a certain direction while being restless, making the spiritual power in the air much thinner.

The entire continent has been affected.

In this case, whether it is the human realm or the demon realm, those cultivators who have strong cultivation have set their sights on the southeast.

Although they couldn't see the specific location of the spiritual power convergence, they could also sense the concentration of spiritual power in that direction, which had reached an extremely terrifying level.

Once this spiritual power is bombarded, the consequences are unimaginable.

In Zhongzhou City, the Lord of the Shen League clenched his bulging fists, his old body trembled slightly, and after all, he still gave an order to personally lead the elite of the Alliance, and Ji Xichun opened the way with Feng Xu's wind, and rushed towards the place where the spiritual power gathered.

If it was a natural disaster, they simply couldn't stop it.

But if they turn a blind eye, the soul of the Heavenly Dao Alliance will be broken.

To go or not to go is, after all, a matter of principle.

......

The clouds swirled and converged in the sky above Momei Villa with the rolling thunder, and a coercion that seemed to be beyond this world shrouded down.

Mo Wushuang looked up at the stars and was silent.

This coercion was only directed at him, and it was a good thing for him.

That way, he didn't have to worry about the safety of Momei Villa.

There was a commotion in the stargazing chart.

Mo Wushuang smiled slightly.

Before the breakthrough, the stargazing map was his wonderland.

After the breakthrough, the stargazing map was his world.

With a slight movement, he could take the star into his eyes.

He frowned slightly when he saw Mo Qing and the Northern Darkness Cultivator fighting against the two lurkers in the Holy Pavilion.

The tactics of the Northern Meditation Cultivation are very simple.

He was distracted and used the Cold Shadow Sword to cooperate with Mo Qing to suppress the seriously injured Mu Chennian, and he used his Liuyun hand to cooperate with the Northern Darkness Cold Qi to try his best to slow down Mu Chenxin's pace.

The Stygian Sword looked like it wanted to take its life, but in fact it was just a bluff, and the damage it did was extremely limited.

The intention of this sword is not to kill, but to attack the heart.

Mu Chen's heart cultivation is a cut above the Northern Meditation Cultivation, and the spiritual power gathered by the Heavenly Humanity of the Northern Meditation Cultivation is not very much, and it stands to reason that the Northern Meditation Cultivation will be forced back within fifty moves.

But Mu Chennian was in danger at this time, Mu Chen's heart was in chaos, and his cultivation could not be fully exerted, so he couldn't take the Northern Meditation Cultivation for a while.

Mo Wushuang frowned slightly.

He didn't like this way of fighting in the Northern Meditation Cultivator, but he had to admit that at such a time, this was the best way to fight.

It's just that on Mu Chennian's side, how can his swordsmanship be completely seen through by the other party?

He tried to calculate, and found that the sword move was broken because his son asked Bei Mingxiu to compete with him, and he couldn't help but wonder.

Then he found that Bei Ming Xiu deliberately used the sword moves that had been seen through to meet Mu Chennian, and he coldly inserted other sword moves that he had not used before, forcing Mu Chennian to hurry at the moment, and when there was a faint shadow of the seventh junior brother in these sword moves, the smile on the corner of his mouth was even stronger.

Mu Chennian was seriously injured and was attacked, and the defeat was decided.

Once Mu Chennian falls, Mu Chen's heart can only be defeated.

The layout of the Holy Pavilion in the interior of Momei Villa will naturally be broken.

In this case, everyone in the lobby will be fine.

He can also devote himself wholeheartedly to this battle that belongs only to him.

He looked away at his younger siblings.

Although everyone's injuries are serious, in the stargazing chart, his starlight will naturally help them speed up their recovery.

Now, he doesn't worry about anything.

......

In the stargazing map, Mr. Wen Liu seemed to sense something, changed color, and shouted to the sky: "Open the stargazing map!"

The hysterical cry directly affected the injury, and she coughed up a mouthful of blood, her eyes still staring firmly at the starry sky above.

As time passed, her expression became more and more ugly, she struggled to get up, and scolded the sky: "Mo Wushuang, are you an idiot, move me!"

"Is the stargazing map for you to play with?"

After shouting these two sentences like a storm, she seemed to lose her strength in an instant, gritted her teeth and sat down, her eyes were full of anger, and her expression was full of hatred.

Wei Sheng hurriedly supported her, but she was also very weak and almost fell into the sea of stars together.

Half an hour later, two tears flowed down Mr. Wenliu's cheeks.

She leaned against Wei Sheng's chest and sobbed quietly.

The sobbing quickly turned to a howling.

Mr. Wen Liu was crying on the one hand, and on the other hand, he greeted Mo Wushuang in a crazy and friendly manner, and every time he scolded for a while, he would affect the injury and begin to cough violently.

Her voice became hoarse, and the anger in her words never diminished.

Wei Sheng lowered his head, patted Mr. Wen Liu's back, and comforted him softly.

Yan Cheng on the side was stunned.

In his memory, the senior brother and the sixth senior sister have always been very good, what is the situation now?

Wei Sheng looked at Yan Cheng with a complicated face, and said with a lip shape: "Senior brother refuses to open the stargazing map. ”

Yan Cheng shook his head slightly, expressing puzzlement.

Wei Sheng's face was bitter, and he said silently: "Without a stargazing map, senior brother can only resist the Heavenly Dao with himself......"

She didn't continue, bowed her head and said nothing, but tears rolled down uncontrollably, wetting the placket of her clothes.

Yan Cheng's expression darkened, and he didn't continue to ask.

......

Mo Wushuang soared into the air, standing proudly above the center of Momei Villa.

He glanced down at the stargazing map in his hand and smiled faintly, his smile slightly bitter.

He tucked the stargazing map into his sleeve and looked up at the sky again.

A hole appeared in the whirlpool of the sea of clouds in the sky.

The void is very small, and the spiritual power contained in it is huge.

The thunder that roared between heaven and earth before, most of them were gathered in that small spot at this moment, and with the condensation of spiritual power, the coercion became stronger and stronger.

Mo Wushuang could feel the weight of his body getting stronger and stronger.

He entered the god level and achieved a true transcendent world, not bound by the laws of heaven and earth, but this coercion that fell from the sky seemed to be an invisible giant hand, not only to press him back to the earth, but also to try to press him to the underworld.

He stretched out his hand, and the whole sky, once again illuminated by the starlight.

Countless stars forcibly broke through the sea of thunderstorm clouds, and the bright starlight gathered towards Mo Wushuang.

The sky was full of stars, and countless tiny stars appeared beside him, radiating soft and dazzling starlight towards the surroundings.

Tonight, he followed the path of Patriarch Wen Xingyao, broke through the realm and became a god, and the stars shined on him, just like spiritual power to heaven and earth.

Between one breath and one inhalation, ten thousand starlights were incorporated into his body.

He looked up, and the powerful coercion that could crush any immortal no longer existed.

Above the clouds, the Eye of the Sky finally appeared.

It looked at Mo Wushuang indifferently.

The whole world looked at Mo Wushuang.

Mo Wushuang looked up.

And so a world bloomed.

The Great Array of Momei Villa changed rapidly.

In this large array that was originally used to defend Momei Villa, all the strokes changed at the same time.

They converge at the feet of Mo Wushuang to form a huge and incomparably complex wonderful ink array.

Its name is all things.

It was the last guarantee left to himself before Wen Xingyao soared.

Mo Wushuang lifted the pen, and the stars around him moved, forming a beautiful sea of stars.

He is not a star.

But all the stars moved because of him.

The armillary star is moving again.

Previously, the Heavenly Stars were just a wonderful exercise that was performed to delay the Heavenly Venerable and the Earth Venerable, relying on Qimen Dunjia.

Now, among the moving stars in the sky, is his star field.

Between the wandering stars, even the Eye of the Sky will feel threatened.

The pupils of the Firmament Eye shrank.

Between the swirls of the clouds, a pillar of pure white light fell with the momentum of destroying the world and destroying the world.

This pillar of light was very thin, just thin enough to devour Mo Wushuang alone.

But the energy contained in this pillar of light was stronger than all the people who were fighting in the Holy Pavilion combined.

Its goal is nothing but Moshuang.

No matter where Mo Wushuang fled, this pillar of light would eventually fall on his head.

In the Momei Villa, the Heavenly Venerable was like crazy, looking up to the sky and laughing wildly, his tone revealing indescribable happiness.

"This is heaven's punishment! Mo Wushuang, the sky is going to kill you, you only have one way to die!"

Mo Wushuang raised his head and looked at the pillar of pure white light that was getting closer and closer.

The energy in that pillar of light was holy and powerful, but it brought destruction.

He knew it was heavenly.

Back then, Wen Xingyao once broke through the heavens, and swept a corner of the eye of the sky with one stroke.

Although he has almost reached the same level as Wen Xingyao now, he knows very well that he is still a long way from his ancestor.

He himself is a little ashamed of himself when comparing himself to his ancestors.

But he still wanted to try.

Countless spiritual inks and starlight merged, swarming up, following the pen to meet the seemingly invincible pillar of light.

Mo Wushuang, one stroke to the sky.