This dark red pillar encompassed a radius of thousands of miles, breaking through the thunderclouds and opening up the separation between heaven and earth, piercing a huge hole in the sky.

However, the joints were not so tightly sealed, and strands of red flowed down the pillars of light from the gaps.

The dark red light gradually deepened, the phantom seemed to turn into substance, and the pillar body was no longer erratic.

Just look at the appearance is extremely thick, but the inside is full of red light, and it turns out to be a hollow pillar.

As if he had been struck by his own heavenly thunder, his ears were numb and his ears were buzzing, and he finally said the words that were stuck in his throat:

"This is the realm of the gods!"

As the oozing red stream became more viscous, the canopy on that side was slightly convex downward, and there was a certain degree of collapse, combined with the dark red pillar connected to it, it looked like a funnel, but the size was too terrifying.

The hollow column has thin walls, and a heavy shadow appears at the top, as if something is pouring into it from top to bottom.

The shadow seemed to be very sticky, it continued to elongate and then fall against the wall.

When the shadow extends to its limit, it suddenly breaks off from the source, and a partial fall fills the red column.

The turbidity current at the top is endless, constantly gathering and extending downward.

When it fills it up, the red pillar is completely substantial, and the light is not more than half a point.

Large fissures have developed in various parts of the red column, but the rate of leakage is far less than that of perfusion.

There was a click, and the rift continued to spread and expand, and soon the pillar of heaven was pierced.

The red pillar reached an unbearable point, and finally shattered and burst, but it was silent.

The red viscous splashed in all directions, stuck in the air, washed by the falling raindrops, mixed with it, flowing straight down, fast and slow, drop by drop.

It seems that there are several pairs of invisible big hands, and at the same time, they pulled down the eight red curtains, blocking and besieging this Huaisu Town for thousands of miles.

The suffocating smell filled the air, and it was swept away by the rapidly approaching storm, so it spread quickly.

"Even if the old man's true body is with all the star gods, he can't summon the realm of the gods to descend to the mortal world!", the doom thought body tried his best, but he couldn't break through the red curtain, and the divine thought couldn't penetrate.

His face became more and more gloomy, staring at Qing Han's place, and a very ridiculous thought that he denied from his heart rose again.

"Although this abyssal blood sea is the difference between heaven and earth compared to that person, this treacherous aura is almost exactly the same......"

The barrier that enveloped Huaisu Town had already been shattered, and they didn't seem to be affected in any way, still laughing and laughing happily, and they didn't even notice the slightest bit of this series of earth-shattering changes.

The woman in blue was still sitting in the tavern.

She raised her eyebrows tightly, hid her face with half sleeves, and her gaze penetrated the red curtain and fell not far outside the town.

Gradually, a pool of autumn water rippled and wrinkled.

This dark space, which was blocked, became lifeless in an instant.

The rain was silting up and surging, and it was connected with the blood-colored curtain, and gradually became turbid and mixed into a dark yellow.

The giant sword under Qing Han's feet was completely submerged, and the ice cubes floated above the turbid current, but they never dissolved at all, emitting a smell of death.

Qing Han and Du Nian are thousands of miles apart, and they can clearly see each other's every move.

The storm swept the clouds and rain, pulling the yellow water, and swept towards the green cold.

Qing Han's face did not change color, not looking at the sweeping storm, but staring at the place of the doom.

He said slowly, "Divine Monarch has to look carefully!"

Qing Han removed the blade of his sword, then released his palm.

Thump!

The Xuanjian sank into the Xuanhuang.

The surface of the water suddenly spun rapidly, forming a huge whirlpool, which was also bottomless.

There was a dull roar from within, and a large column of water rose from it.

Columns of water ripple in the air, shaking off the swirling rain.

It gradually showed its shape, and it was actually a thousand-foot water dragon, with an evil appearance and a dark yellow color.

The Xuanhuang Water Dragon swept the thick tail of the dragon, wrapping the tangible and intangible storm around it.

It suddenly contracted its body with force, compressing the storm several times over.

A dragon roar startled the turbid river, and the water dragon and the storm burst out in unison.

Raise a storm that is enough to cover the sky, and then fall back to the river.

Du Er broke out in a cold sweat, and hurriedly waved his sleeves.

Dozens of thick tentacles suddenly fell from the clouds, and a hundred-zhang-high water scroll was raised on the water surface to connect with it, forming dozens of thousand-zhang-high Xuanhuang dragon scrolls, which spread all over the Qinghan in all directions, and were close to each other.

Qing Han suddenly dropped his finger, and hundreds of huge turbines appeared, and hundreds of Xuanhuang water dragons drilled out of them.

They roared into the sky, burrowing in and out of the thunderclouds with great speed, and their yellow flowing bodies attracted blue snakes all over the place.

Then they swooped downward, wrapping the storm tightly from top to bottom, and their bodies shrank in unison.

The thunderstorm and lightning passed to each other, and the water dragon and the storm completely collapsed.

Suddenly, it rained yellow and fishy.

Dripped on Du Doom's body, his whole body popped, and a trace of white smoke came out.

"The taste is a little lighter, far less than it used to be. Qing Han stretched out his slender red tongue, rolled the turbid liquid from his mouth into his mouth, tasted it a little and spit it out, shook his head and sighed.

Du Er stared at the red lotus in his hand, his face extremely ugly.

He had no choice but to make a decision, pressed the red lotus into the center of his eyebrows, and his face immediately became ruddy, and the red and white light all over his body were intertwined.

He condensed the light into red and white particles, pinched his fingers and swallowed them into his abdomen, increasing his control several times.

He kept changing his technique, and shot a red and white light into the dome, and shouted:

"Heaven Collapse!"

The pinnacle of this space suddenly collapsed, revealing a strange vortex of heavenly size.

The force of the sucking force above was suddenly born, and its force was unbelievably strong, threatening to swallow everything here.

The earth roared violently, the red curtain trembled slightly, and the waves became even more turbulent.

Immediately after that, the turbidity current was all rolled up, forming a column of water with extremely fast rotation, holding up the body of the giant sword and floating upward.

Qing Han stood at the tip of the giant sword, and was lifted up and gradually lifted into the air, constantly approaching the strange and gloomy whirlpool.

He raised his head and took a closer look, his eyes seemed to see a bright galaxy through the whirlpool.

With one hand, he summoned the water column into a thin slit, and a black shadow burst out of it.

"It's all leftover from my play, and you dare to pick it up and use it casually. Qing Han caught the black sword with one hand, his eyes swept over the misfortune, and his eyes were full of sarcasm.

Qing Leng laughed, looked towards the center of the sky, and lightly opened his lips and teeth:

"Heaven Collapse!"

The strange whirlpool collapsed in response, leaving only a large hole, and a torrent poured out of the dome.

Qing Han's eyes were strange, and he waved a black light, and said in a low voice:

"Cut off the stream!"

The torrent merged with the black light, turning into a sun-covering water sword, raising it high and then slashing down.

The giant blade pierced through Qing Han's body, slicing the thousands of feet of water beneath him in half.

Without that irresistible suction, everything fell without strength.

Du Er's eyes were about to split, and he used all the remaining divine power, and shouted hoarsely:

"Ground crack!"

There were already countless scars in this place, and a strange force tore them open again, forming countless bottomless ravines.

Qing Han frowned, a little impatient, and said in a cold voice:

"Ground crack!"

The ravines are once again deep and separated, and there is no sign of stopping, as if they will go on endlessly before sinking into the deepest depths.

But in the blink of an eye, it doesn't look like a ravine, but more like a hideous mouth.

Qing Han pinched his hand, shot out a cold light, and said coldly:

"Weeping snow!"

The abyssal mouth swallowed the cold light, and soon spit out strands of blue breath.

This blue breath is very strange, extremely cold and cold, and the water vapor has not yet met it, and it immediately condenses into blue crystal.

It froze everything, spread to every corner of the place, and sealed the two columns of water that had not yet fallen into pillars of blue ice.

Qinghan teased ten thousand swords in an instant, and the waves and cold waters rose a thousand layers.

The surface of the icicles shattered inch by inch, and two thousand ice dragons appeared, carefully carved and lifelike.

They floated in the air, one ice dragon holding Qing Han up, and the other ice dragon curling up the Optimus Greatsword.

Qing Han did it casually, and conjured up a huge palm like a mountain.

He connected with the phantom palm through his mind, grabbed the long tail of the curling sword ice dragon, and threw it at the place of Doom.

If this thousand-zhang dragon sword is cut down, it is enough to wipe out all living beings here.

"Sky collapse!", looking at the mountain-high tornado sword, Du was frightened, and played countless tricks in an instant.

The ice dragon with the giant sword collapsed inch by inch in front of Doom.

Dense ice began to fall from the sky.

The greatsword lost its strength and sank to the bottom of the abyss once more.

Qing Han held a three-foot sword in his hand and stepped on a thousand-foot ice dragon.

With an earth-shattering dragon roar, a heavy sword crushed through the ice cube.

Qing Han's face appeared too abruptly, and Du Er's eyes widened, and it was really unavoidable.

The cold suddenly appeared, and the throat was cut off.

Qing Han pierced his hand through Doe's abdomen, and the figure disappeared in an instant.

In the next instant, the ice dragon smashed down with a bang, and the icicles suppressed the divine thoughts.

The red lotus in Qing Han's hand was already dim, and with a little force, the body would collapse and turn into dust.

His expression grew cold, and he swallowed it in one gulp.

A roar came suddenly, sounding extremely weak:

"Heaven Collapse!"

Behind him, the icicles shattered and collapsed, and a dull mark drilled out, turning into a white light and fleeing frantically.

Qing Han touched his chin, fell a hundred feet away, pinched the mark in his hand, and let it keep struggling, but it couldn't escape from this palm.

He said with bad intentions: "The Divine Monarch is in a hurry to leave, so it is naturally okay. ”

Qing Han's lip line was slightly tilted, and he spewed a breath of black gas towards the mark in his hand.

"Wouldn't it be rude for the juniors not to see them off?"

He tapped it up again, and the mark flickered, then vanished.

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Endless distances away.

An island in the sky, covered with smoke, greenery, and towering ancient trees.

Several palaces are distributed in an orderly manner, and the sound of melodic music is faintly heard.

Among them, there is a palace, built according to the Nandou Tianshu, in which the glazed walls are made, the white jade is made of tiles, and the water of the green pond surrounds the palace.

In the palace, there is a rather old rain pavilion, which has a stone platform on one side and stone benches on both sides.

The two sat opposite each other, there was no chessboard on the stone platform, but there were chess pieces in their hands.

One person is dressed in white and holds a black child, and the other is dressed in black and holds a white child.

The man in white sighed, put down the sunspot in his hand, and said, "The Divine Monarch has profound skills, so it's better for the old man to admit defeat early." ”

The man in black stroked his long beard, smiled slightly, and said leisurely: "If you want to talk about the speed of the growth of skills, Your Excellency is the one that makes the old man admire, I am afraid that in the next hundred years, it will surpass your colleagues." ”

The man in white sneered, and just about to say something, his face suddenly changed slightly.

He walked past the man in black and looked into the distance, his brow furrowed.

The man in black had already noticed the abnormality, and he saw through it but did not break it, and he also looked at that place.

There was a translucent imprint, black and white, and it flickered all the way, flying towards the rain pavilion where the two of them were at a dizzying speed.

The man in white saw that there was something wrong with this mark, and there was a rather unkind evil thought attached, which almost completely polluted his divine thoughts.

His face grew gloomy, and he let out a low, cold snort.

He flicked his big sleeves, and as soon as the black and white imprint trajectory deviated, he was included in the big sleeves.

The man in white was in a very bad mood at this time, and Shen Nian returned early in this state, thinking that he must have been manipulated by others.

It is very likely that something happened to the incarnation, and it is not clear that all the avatars have been secretly manipulated, after all, even the incarnation of divine thoughts has a problem.

He wanted to check the Divine Seal of Misery to see who was so bold and reckless as to dare to provoke himself in this way, but he didn't want to lose face in front of the man in black, so he had to suppress his anger temporarily.

But the man in black just likes which pot he doesn't open and which pot he doesn't mention.

He grinned at the man in white and said, "The Divine Thoughts have returned from afar, and this time there will definitely be something to gain, why didn't the Divine Monarch check it?"

The man in white forcibly squeezed out a smile and sneered: "It's just a trivial matter, don't ...... it"

Before he could finish his sentence, the cuffs suddenly bulged, and then the mark cut through the sleeves and drilled out uncontrollably.

The black-clothed man did not change his eyes, as if he really didn't see anything.

The man in white's face turned red and white, and he immediately raised his other sleeve, about to put it in again.

The mark emitted a cloud of black mist, and suddenly the black mist turned into a big sword, and it was a slash aimed at the man in white.

The distance was too close, and the faces of the two changed in unison, turning into two rays of light, one black and one white, and they left the fog sword landing point in an instant.

The two figures reappeared, not far from the rain pavilion.

I only heard a loud bang, and the rain pavilion that had existed for 10,000 years collapsed.

The transfiguration sword was nowhere to be seen, and the divine seal was also breathless.

The man in black stared at the ruins, the corners of his mouth twitching but his face was full of red light.

The longer I endured it, the more uncomfortable it became, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The man in white was thoughtful, and his unbridled laughter suddenly made him very angry, but thinking of this person's identity and status, he took several deep breaths and forcibly suppressed his anger.

He squinted his eyes and said, "Divine Monarch, don't laugh at me, I really don't see anything famous?"

The man in black smiled and took out a bronze mirror and gently pointed it upward.

The mirror surface is like water, and the ripples are widespread.

His face turned from red to white, and he lowered his eyes slightly, hiding his shock and fear.

"Xu is a warning, he's back......"

The man in white frowned, although he had some guesses, he still didn't want to believe it.

"Even if it was really him, it would not be as good as before, that blow was weak, and if it weren't for caution, there would be no need to dodge at all. ”

"The more powerful and mysterious a being is, the more blurred the line between life and death becomes. The man in black took back the bronze mirror and muttered for a while before saying, "As for whether that person is strong or weak, who knows......"