Gonggong walked slowly through the West Kunlun, allowing all the laws and authority in the West Kunlun to wrap around his body like chains—the black dragon under his feet, the black dragon whose horns had been cut off by the sword of the Taizhen Daoist, then turned into the vitality of heaven and earth and dissipated.

At this time, Yun Zhongjun suddenly realized that it was no different from a real dragon, and his qi and blood were all extremely powerful black dragons, but they were only created by Gonggong, the ancestor of water, with the vitality of heaven and earth.

"Oh?"

"In that case, why didn't the Gonggong Ancestor Witch take three steps forward?" The Taizhen Daoist is still sitting under the innate peach spirit root, and the qi around his body is integrated with the innate peach spirit root, regardless of each other.

At this time, it is just in front of the main peak of West Kunlun, and three steps forward, you can directly step into the main peak of West Kunlun.

And around Gonggong, outside the main peak where the Taizhen Daoist is located, the entire West Kunlun is covered by a rich mist, in the mist, there are Yinhua flickering from time to time, and in Yinhua, the power of time and space is staggered, covering everything in West Kunlun in the dense fog.

Gonggong was silent, but looked at the incomparably knotted roots on the main peak of West Kunlun with an interested gaze.

On each root, there is an abundance of incomparable vitality in it, as well as the incomparably mysterious Taoist rhyme, faintly in the symphony with heaven and earth, on each root, there seems to be a Taizhen Taoist sitting in that beard.

When the eyes of the co-workers swept over those roots, the Taizhen Taoist who sat upright on the roots was then divided, but only in an instant, in the interlacing of time and space, the figure of the Taizhen Taoist resurfaced again.

When the co-workers were silent, the two top powerhouses had already begun their own attack and fight.

And the other people in the West Kunlun, whether it was the Nine Enlightened Beasts, the three great fairies who sat in the magic circle and put their power on the Taizhen Dao people, and the countless Kun Daoists, no one was aware of this

It was a crusade beyond his comprehension.

Duyun Zhongjun, with the authority of the weak water river, through this river of space that devours all things, can faintly see the space that shakes up from time to time in the main peak of West Kunlun.

"Is this the attack of Taiyi Dao Jun at this level?" Yun Zhongjun felt the fluctuations of that space, and his heart was full of shock.

At this moment, there was only one feeling in his heart - under Taiyi, they were all ants.

Those immortal golden immortals, no matter how many times they have survived the exhaustion, no matter whether they are innate divine or acquired souls, as long as they have not comprehended the limit of time and space, then they will definitely not have room to resist in front of Taiyi Daojun—because they don't even know how Taiyi Daojun attacked them, and even, Taiyi Daojun has already done something to them, they may not be aware of it.

Under such a gap, how could those immortal golden immortals rebel against those Taiyi Dao Monarchs?

"Taiyi Daojun!" In Yun Zhongjun's gaze, an incomparably complex brilliance emerged.

Suddenly, he had an incomparable ambition for this incomparably strange realm.

He originally thought that after taking the line of the Taiyi people, and having the Sanqing Dao people as backup, even if he fell halfway, the inheritance of the star line would be as stable as Zhou Shan.

But at this moment, after witnessing the attack at the level of Taiyi Daojun, Yun Zhongjun found that the 'stability as Zhoushan' he thought was just his wishful thinking.

If the inheritance of the Xingchen First Vein wants to continue, the only way is for a Taiyi Daojun to appear in the Xingchen First Vein, or even the existence of it.

The reason is simple – The attack at this level of Taiyi Daojun is already beyond the limit that the immortal golden immortal can understand, which means that if there is any Taiyi Daojun under the command of the Taiyi Dao Monarch who has evil thoughts about the Xingchen First Pulse, and then this Taiyi Daojun uses the power of the Taiyi Dao Monarch level to do something to the sacreds of the Xingchen First Vein, then the sacreds of the Xingchen First Vein will not have any awareness of this, even if those Divine Ones fall one after another, but in their own opinion, this may just be their own fall caused by a mistake in their cultivation。

The so-called 'people do not raise officials and do not hold accountable', even the stars themselves are accustomed to the fall of the stars and gods, so whether it is a Taiyi person or a Sanqing Dao person, of course, they will not put a lot of effort into exploring the secrets......

"In the line of stars, there must be a strong man!" Yun Zhongjun felt the power of the authority of the water system that was 'fighting' with each other in the weak water river, and made up his mind.

In the next era, the lich was in the world, all the strong people were in the same place, and one after another strong people bloomed their own light between heaven and earth, and engraved their names in the history of time and space, even if it was the change of heaven and earth, it was not hindered by the prestige of these strong people, and these cultivators who left their prestige in the long river of history, their strength was at least the realm of Taiyi Daojun!

"Yes, I also want to achieve Taiyi Daojun!"

......

There was a rumbling sound, as if the sky was falling.

In Yun Zhongjun's mind, when all kinds of thoughts were complicated because of the dispute between the Taizhen Dao and the ancestral witch co-workers, the entire West Kunlun was shaken.

The leylines in West Kunlun are all wailing and screaming, and the endless earth qi is surging up from the wailing leylines, submerging the entire West Kunlun.

And the authority of the water that was originally entangled by Yun Zhongjun with the weak water river was also freed from the entanglement of the weak water river in this instant.

The whole of West Kunlun, space and time, were completely torn apart.

There is a silver mirror hanging high in the sky, and Qinghui falls from the silver mirror, enveloping the entire West Kunlun and the weak water river under Qinghui.

In the clear light, a vast sword light went all the way along the chaotic time and space, and everywhere the sword light passed, the chaotic time and space were all smoothed out and returned to order.

And outside of that Qinghui, the ancestral witch Gonggong has already manifested his ancestral witch true body, a python head and a human body, stepping on a black dragon, and dancing with a green python in his hand.

The entire rivers of the desolate land seem to be carried by the green python.

When the co-worker wrapped the green python in his hand and smashed it down with a punch towards Naxi Kunlun, the water potential of the entire desolate world was imposed on the co-worker's body, and then turned into a terrifying force that no one could imagine.

When Gonggong smashed down with a fist of the water potential of the entire Flood Desolate World, Yun Zhongjun's perception that the space of the Desolate World seemed to completely collapse under Gonggong's fist.

There is no supernatural power, and there is no mystery.

It's just that incomparably simple, incomparably direct, incomparably rude, and incomparably arrogant power, and under this power, all the Divine Passage Methods are overshadowed!

Whether it is the ancestral witch or the Taizhen Daoist, at this moment, they have already used all their strength.

......

This power did not come to Yun Zhongjun, but Yun Zhongjun just watched the incomparably arrogant fist smash down towards Xi Kunlun, and he was in the middle of Xi Kunlun, and he felt that the bones on his body were going to turn into dust with him, and he would disappear into this desolate world with this West Kunlun.

Under that incomparable force, Yun Zhongjun was all over his body, all his senses, all the warnings were telling him that if he didn't leave this West Kunlun, he would inevitably fall into this West Kunlun.

"Run!"

"Run!"

"If you slow down for a moment, you will die!" In a trance, Yun Zhongjun's ears seemed to have another self wailing madly, wanting to completely destroy Yun Zhongjun's will.

"No!"

"Can't escape!"

"Once I escape, then in my life, I will never have the possibility of facing the Wu Clan directly, and it is even more impossible for me to make any progress in my cultivation!"

Yun Zhongjun can guarantee that once he withdraws, without the blessing of Xi Kunlun, under the fist of Gonggong, it will definitely be a lifeless ending.

But reason is only reason, and his instinct is beyond his reason at this moment, forcing him to flee quickly.

Even, Yun Zhongjun's legs are not under his control.

Yun Zhongjun's eyes widened, and he tried his best to make his fist work together, and then he slashed his legs off like a knife - in this way, even if he wanted to escape, it was impossible for him to escape from this West Kunlun.

Either cooperate with the Taizhen Dao people to repel the Gonggong, or they will fall into this West Kunlun together with the Taizhen Dao people.

This is the only vitality of Yun Zhongjun - put it to death and live again!