"Why do you live so long like Wang Ba and not die yet?" Although the old tree was suppressed, he was still dishonest in his mouth, and let out a strange scream, looking extremely surprised.

"Shut up, believe it or not, the old man really chopped you up as firewood. Thousands of miles away, an angry shout shook the sky, and the heavens and the earth were shocked. Originally, as a supreme being, it was naturally difficult for his mood to fluctuate. It's just that this old tree was planted by him, and he has a very deep affection for him, and now he spits such disrespectful words, which really makes him angry.

Seeing this, An Feng pulled the corners of his mouth, and he swore that he would never see this old tree again in his life. It's simply a lack of virtue in the five elements, I really don't know why my ancestor planted it back then.

"Alright, Feng'er, come on. Thousands of miles away, another voice sounded, peaceful and vicissitudes, with an extremely strong ancient meaning. This is one of the oldest beings in the Boundless Sea today, and it is the most powerful supreme being. It has reached the level of being truly invisible in the world, let alone mortals, even if it is the Supreme God of Transformation, the number of people who can see such an existence is very few.

They are the true masters of heaven and earth, able to overlook the world for thousands of years, and rule the ups and downs of heaven and earth. If your mind moves, you can change the world and open up a world of your own. It is also able to step into the void and extradite to accommodate the power of the domineering and raging void. At this point, space doesn't mean much to them, and distance can't stop them.

The boundless sea is endless, endless, and the Yuanying monk may not be able to step through it in his lifetime. And refining the Void Venerable, wandering the void, and enjoying the scenery along the way, it only takes a few years. Perhaps, because of the passage of time, their bodies are exhausted and their qi and blood are decaying. But if any of them walks out, they can sweep the heavens and the earth, shock the heavens and the earth, and destroy the sun and the moon with a single move, which is enough to kill no one in the world who dares to be respected! The so-called God Transformation Supreme is just a joke in front of them.

When An Feng heard this, he was ordered to fly away, thousands of miles away, although he was the Supreme God of Transformation, it still took a certain amount of time to arrive. Just as he got up, the space in front of him suddenly collapsed, and a "portal" appeared. Seeing this, An Feng stepped in, and then stood in the void. And beside him, there are countless spatial turbulence whistling, but if he touches it, even if he is the Transformation God Supreme, he will suffer trauma.

The spatial turbulence is extremely powerful, with the ultimate destructive power, even if the Primordial Ancestor encounters a little, he will end up with a god and a god.

At this time, An Feng's heart was in a state of flux, and he didn't dare to be careless. There was a path of light condensed at his feet, and he hurriedly walked away. As he stepped forward, the surrounding mountains and rivers turned upside down, and the scenery quickly receded, as if shrinking into inches. It was only a few steps, and he appeared outside another "portal", which made him feel envious at the same time, and he felt the supreme power of refining the existence of the void. A few steps can be lifted to cross thousands of miles, and distance seems to have no effect in front of them.

An Feng let out a sigh of relief, and there were some beads of sweat on his forehead. Walking through the void gave him a sense of danger that he would die at any moment. Now I finally crossed over and came to the place where the ancestor retreated.

This is a small space, like a mustard seed Sumeru. Both in the fairy mountain, and no longer in the fairy mountain. This is an isolated world, with a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, and only a few grass houses are located, and there is no trace of extraordinary and mysterious.

An Feng looked around, and next to a grass house, he saw a tree that was no more than a foot long. But the tree was humanized and showed a face on the trunk, and he was even more sad, and sighed and said: "Tell me, you old people have such skills, why don't you go out and dominate the world, you have to sit here and wait for death." You just wait for death, Grandpa Tree, I still want to take a look outside, go to the game Hongchen, and experience all the excitement of the outside world. ”

"Silence" two words came out of a grass house, and then turned into runes, pressing against the old tree's torso, making it impossible to speak again.

With such a rebellious remark and such a bastard tone, how could An Feng not recognize that this old tree was the one he had just encountered. For some reason, after seeing this old tree being suppressed by the ancestor, he felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.

"Feng'er, you are here in a hurry to meet us and others, but for the sake of the frontier?" A thousand feet away, a withered old man slowly walked out of the grass house, without a trace of dust. He was like an old man in the mortal world, staggering step by step on crutches.

When An Feng saw this person, he didn't dare to be rude, so he bowed his head and saluted: "The ancestor is like a god, and the younger generation is here precisely because there is an enemy on the frontier." Chang Lingjun of the Patriotic Frontier informed that there are currently eight people who have come to invade, all of whom are wearing heavy armor and have the imprint of refining the void formation, which is the cultivation of the Frontier Domain. ”

When the old man heard this, he was not moved at all, but just looked down at the tender grass under his feet, and said with a smile: "It's just eight ants, it's okay, there won't be any strong winds and waves, let them go." ”

An Fengdeng's eyes straightened: "Ancestor, after all, there are eight gods, and there will definitely be more gods in the future." Even, even if there is a refining void great venerable, it is not impossible. ”

"Those old things in the Domain won't be here for a while, so don't worry. As for these eight gods, kill them directly. A voice came out with iron-blooded killing intent, and then walked out of the grass where the old tree had stopped.

"Alright, Feng'er, stand down. Inform the cultivators in the Balance Sect that if they raise troops for a thousand days and use them for a while, disputes will arise, so that they can prepare to kill the enemy. As for victory or defeat, there is no need to worry, if those old guys in the Domain really dare to come, the land of Kunlun will naturally not sit idly by. An ethereal voice echoed between the empty world.

When An Feng heard this, his body shook, and he immediately bowed down and then retreated. If there is a supreme master in the land of Kunlun, then all the problems will be solved. The so-called enemy of the Domain has become a joke. There has been a rumor among the gods, and the true immortals in the world have nowhere to be found, if there is, they must be in Kunlun. The rumors of Xixian Kunlun are not groundless.

"Alas, chaos is about to break out, and the overall strength of the Domain is much higher than ours. I can't wait for a quarter of the territory I occupy, and I'm afraid that I haven't even occupied one-twelfth of the territory, which is a catastrophe. The old man who walked out earlier was on crutches, shaking his head and sighing lightly, his eyes solemn.

Hearing this, even the old man who said that he was bloody and murderous spoke with powerlessness: "Kunlun has been isolated from the world since ancient times, and I am afraid that it will not be easy to make a move." They are too detached, as if they regard themselves as true immortals, the avenue is ruthless, although they have not yet reached the step of ruthlessness, but they have achieved forgetfulness. ”

"Hehe, according to their words, there is no immortal inheritance in this world. Even the heavens, the earth, the sun and the moon have been destroyed, not to mention the so-called Taoist systems and sects. The old man who had spoken out to appease An Feng before also laughed, obviously disagreeing with Kunlun's style.

The iron-blooded old man snorted coldly: "After all, people are not immortals, and there must be distracting thoughts in their hearts." Even if he is an immortal, he will have a lot of thoughts and emotions in his heart, didn't that one also have seven emotions and six desires back then? Although his Kunlun land is extraordinary, for us, it is only a good one. ”

Yuanyang Peak

Luo Yuan stood on the pinnacle, staring at him with cold eyes and looking down.

After all kinds of strange things such as the Blood Moon Sect, the Evil Mansion, and the Black Demon Temple, the harmonious appearance of Yuanyang Peak could no longer confuse them. As a demonic giant, the more peaceful he is on the outside, the more turbulent and demonic he is inside.

In fact, it is indeed as expected by Luo Yuan and other monks, in this Yuanyang Peak, there are many caves within a radius of seven thousand miles. The outside is covered by a formation, exuding a brilliant light, the aura is circulating, everything is revived, and it is full of vitality. Inside, however, there is a monk sitting cross-legged, and a demon shadow appears behind him, as if he is devouring the heavens and spitting out the earth, smelting all things and depriving them of all life for their own use. What's more, behind him is the appearance of an eight-armed Moro, with a green face and fangs, and his fist is chaotic, like the appearance of an ancient demon god, which is terrifying.

"Hmph, the traitor of the past, now he must be cut down to the roots. The old man has long seen that Hao Chengzi is not pleasing to the eye, and today all the cultivators are coming, even if he is a great monk of the Yuan Dynasty, he will definitely die. Guang Wuzi's eyes were full of anger, and when he came to Yuanyang Peak, he naturally couldn't let go of the hatred he had feuded back then. Originally, the Shaking Mountain Sect was supposed to be thriving, but in that battle, even the ancient hall in the center of the sect was bombarded and shattered. It is a place dedicated to the tablets of the sages of the past generations, how can it tolerate the desecration of others!

"Hao Chengzi died at my hands, why do you people always don't believe the truth. Luo Yuan said lightly, and then glanced at Guang Wuzi, quite puzzled.

"What?!" Chang Hezi said in shock, he once thought that what Luo Yuan had said before was just to deter those sects. But he never thought that what Luo Yuan said was the truth. However, he soon returned to his normal color, and now Luo Yuan's performance had already numbed him. If he and Luo Yuan are exchanged, I am afraid that he is still fighting in the realm of Jindan, and I don't know what year and month he will be able to avenge such a big revenge.

"Kill!" Luo Yuan gave an order, and thousands of Changhong ran out, only to see thousands of monks standing high in the air, waiting for the battle. Then he performed the exercises, urged the cultivation, attracted the power of heaven and earth, condensed a blow, and blasted towards Yuanyang Peak.

Thousands of monks struck in unison, what a magnificent wave, the mountains and rivers shattered, the boulders turned to ash, the earth collapsed, and everywhere shattered. A curtain of light rose on Yuanyang Peak, sacred and gorgeous, containing the purest aura, evolving the general trend of heaven and earth, and blocking the joint efforts of all cultivators here.

Luo Yuan's eyes were cold, and he pulled out the slash, a mid-heaven falling sword, carrying the power of ten thousand jun to slash down, unstoppable!