Boom!

There was a roar, and it was endless. It is like opening the heavens and the earth, repeating the earth's feng feng, water and fire, shattering everything, and the Dao Dao gods bloom, as if a chaotic primary, encompassing the entire Divine Court world.

Wang Qingyuan was stunned, what did he see, in the world of the Divine Court, at this time, there was a huge sea of chaos, this sea of chaos was full of the divine court, and it seemed to be as long as a mountain range. The surface of the sea rippled slightly, and the chaotic qi rose and fell, each wisp carrying a ripple. The seeds of time are suspended on the surface of the sea, and the power of time falls, swallowing chaotic qi; And the purple sword shadow sank to the bottom of the chaotic sea, shaking the waves.

An infinite sea of chaos was born from that stone bead and appeared in his ancestral divine court?

It's too fantasy and unreal, two decades. Wang Qingyuan has never seen such an incredible scene.

Wow!

Immediately, the chaotic sea surged, the waves that were more mighty than the rivers surged, the chaotic qi surged, washing the entire ancestral divine court, in the dark, Wang Qingyuan captured a series of words and formulas, these formulas finally melted into the waves, penetrated into the depths of his soul, as if there was a person roaring, the sound was like a huge wave hitting the sky.

"Immeasurable! immeasurable!

This roar is full of tragedy, but also has a kind of indomitable fierceness and domineering, in the haze, Wang Qingyuan seems to see a vast blue sea, a figure in black cloth shoes is covered in blood, standing on the sky, with his back to everyone, he steps like a dragon, every step falls, all set off stormy waves, above the sky, the stars are swaying, as if the next moment is about to fall into the world.

"There is an extreme, and it can't last long! One breath is immeasurable, and there is no turning back when you die!"

Boom!

A roar, as if through the blue yellow spring, shook the nine heavens and ten earths, the figure of the black cloth shoes shot, his white hair danced, one hand pushed out horizontally, in an instant, it seemed that a chaos appeared above the nine heavens, boundless, if the darkness is dark, all things are not born.

Chaos into the sea, its shape is like a chicken, and in front of the chaotic sea, there is a Dapeng that is more magnificent than the mountains, the whole body is red, as if the blood is cast, the cold eyes seem to be two rounds of blood moon turning, especially above the Peng's head, a single horn is steeper than the mountain peak, entangled with dragon-like blood-colored lightning.

Chaos into a sea, the demon peng hissed, two supreme qi stirred the eight desolations and six combinations, and later, a blazing light burst out, which seemed to tear the vast void, a long river gurgling, flowing for eternity, undisturbed.

"Immeasurable. ”

While running, Wang Qingyuan could hardly suppress the shock in the depths of his soul, and the battle he saw in the dark was almost eternally imprinted in his mind.

Without thinking about it at all, he understood that this was the last battle of the generation of Jie Cao Yan in his later years, on the East China Sea, he competed with the demon emperor of the Tianpeng clan for a generation, and finally both fell into the long river of time and space.

"The first form, one breath is immeasurable!"

Wang Qingyuan's eyes are different, and now he is not lonely and unheard of in the past, at least he still has some understanding of such peerless supernatural powers as Qianyuan Yiqi Sect's "One Qi Immeasurable", such as Kyushu today, the first form of "One Qi Immeasurable" is not one Qi Immeasurable, but Qiankun Wuji.

This formula, the general outline originated from the "Tao Jing", saying: "There is an extreme, and the profit cannot last long." ”

Therefore, it is rumored in Kyushu that the first style of Qianyuan Yiqi Sect's "One Qi Immeasurable" is strong and fierce, Zhengda Gangyang, very strong and not old, leaving three points, and the dark energy of Gangyang is endless, enough to smash the stormy waves, and even break the mountains and divide the rivers.

These many rumors are not consistent with the inheritance of the true meaning of the supernatural powers he has obtained at the moment, among them, the male and yang is even greater, but there are also three more points of determination, seven points of tragedy, which is very close to the obsession of a mad demon.

Before he had time to think about it carefully, Wang Qingyuan's figure jumped and flickered, constantly dodging the torn cracks in the ground, this was a real earthquake, as if the world was destroyed, making people feel the majesty of the power of heaven and earth, and the powerlessness of being a weak creature in the world.

Wang Qingyuan's speed is not fast, his blood is gushing, showing a great speed, and even with the continuous running, the mantra of "One Breath Immeasurable" continues to emerge in his mind, the ancient imperial battle observed in the dark, the figure of the black-clothed cloth shoes gradually became one with his body, his steps slowed down, and a trace of indescribable momentum slowly emerged from his body, and the speed increased a lot, every step was taken, it was a full span of twenty or thirty zhang, if there were beginner disciples who had completed the foundation building of the Xuantian Dao Outer Courtyard to see it, most of them would be stunned and sigh to themselves.

The earthquake lasted for an extremely long time, and the demonic energy of the entire Mochizuki Mountain Range surged, the earth cracked and collapsed, and there was a scene of destruction everywhere.

Wang Qingyuan also noticed that above the heavenly dome, the ninety-eight big cracks faintly showed signs of conclusion and fusion, and an undetectable shadow appeared in the long river of time and space that flowed through the ages.

Half an hour later.

After running for hundreds of miles, Wang Qingyuan finally tore through the last thin layer of demon mist and stepped out of the boundary of the Mochizuki Mountain Range.

Taking a big breath, he found an old locust tree that several people embraced, sat down cross-legged, swallowed a wisp of vitality liquid, and meditated to restore the consumed qi, blood and spirit.

In less than a stick of incense, he opened his eyes again, and saw hundreds of cultivators fleeing from the depths of the mountain range in panic and fear, and there were many garrisons, in the face of such a force that passed through heaven and earth, ordinary armor soldiers did not have the slightest resistance at all.

Recite!

The sound of a sword sounded from the depths of the Mochizuki Mountain Range, and even the sound of the sky cracking and the earth sinking could not be concealed.

Not only Wang Qingyuan, at this moment, almost everyone's minds, a purple Taoist robe, an old Taoist, looks a little old-fashioned, his beard is white, at this time standing on the top of a glazed jade mountain, his expression is solemn, and his body rises with the sound of Yang and broad sword groans.

Xuantian Dao should be Tianfeng, and the law enforcement hall Tianxuan!

At this moment, the eyes of this real person in the Law Enforcement Hall were unprecedentedly solemn and sharp, and his gaze seemed to be able to pierce the heavens and the earth.

At the foot of the copper mountain, there is no longer half a figure, and the eighteen inheritance stone doors have long disappeared, and the cracks are derived on the mountain, intertwined like spider webs, and finally exploded with a bang, and the stones pierced through the air, and this Xuantian Dao real person stepped on the void, immovable, and the gravel was close to him, and the invisible edge was crushed before he reached ten zhang, and became powder.

Looking up at the heavenly dome, ninety-eight rifts that were about to be concluded, Tianxuan made a move.

In an instant, the sound of the sword roaring rose to the extreme, and the purple jade dust in his hand shattered, revealing a three-inch-long purple-red sword in it.

The sword mountain crossed the sky, with the stroke of the Tianxuan sword finger, against the sky, the tip of the sword flowed black and white yin and yang, it seemed that the heaven and earth were distorted at this moment, and a huge transparent Taiji diagram appeared above the entire Moon Mountain Range.

The invisible and transparent Taiji Diagram went up against the sky, and the ninety-eight Heavenly Cracks twisted, suppressed by a sword force that was enough to twist the world, and began to heal.

From the moment Tianxuan took out the sword, there was only a blazing light left in everyone's minds, that kind of sword light was too blazing, and no sword move sword realm could capture the slightest.

Outside the Moon Mountain Range, Wang Qingyuan took a deep breath, and once again saw the exercises of the top Yuan Shen Zhenren, with just one sword, it distorted the heaven and earth within a radius of thousands of miles, is this Ying Tianfeng's famous "Xuantian Demon Sword"?

It's a pity that he can't understand it, he can capture the truth of Yin and Yang Taiji contained in this sword, but compared to the few points he gets, it is like a child playing at home, it is purely a joke.

The Mochizuki Mountain Range was surging, and Tianxuan's sword power was thin, and it seemed to have no end, and it gradually spread, finally covering the entire mountain range land within a radius of thousands of miles.

However, even Wang Qingyuan could see that the expansion of the scope of this sword power was not a good thing, and if the sword power was dispersed, the power of suppression would be reduced.

The sword is pointed at the ground, and the edge pierces the armor.

Whether it is the basic swordsmanship, the basic swordsmanship, or the marksmanship, they are all similar truths, which have been passed down for thousands of years, and have been demonstrated by countless cultivators all over the world, and have become classics that cannot be refuted by the Divine Dao Monarch.

Sighing again, Wang Qingyuan started, everything here has been far beyond his imagination and bearing, and there are top Yuan Shen real people here. It's better for him to stay away, otherwise he will suffer from the pond fish, he still has an unfulfilled wish, but it is absolutely impossible to die now.

Along the way, I went on the official road. From time to time, I encountered some cultivators who were in a panic, and all of them had palpitations, most of them were frightened by the scene that had just turned the world upside down, and many of them were injured, not the wounds of the sword soldiers. All kinds of bumps, broken tendons and fractures, the power of natural warp and weft is far more terrible than manpower.

"Hey, that is the Qingyuan Dao Master of Xuantian Dao Ziwei Peak. ”

"Wang Daochang is reasonable. ”

In the end, it is an old oilman who has been crawling and rolling in the mire of Kyushu for many years, listening to all directions, and the habit of seeing the six roads has penetrated into his bones.

Wang Qingyuan also returned the salute one by one, and his spirit was a little trance. He once thought that he could live in Yicheng for a long time, with pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and books as his companions, but he didn't expect that in less than two months, he would walk into such a bottomless sea as Kyushu in the world and become the king of the cultivators.

In this world, there are many things that you can't predict, and when it is really born, you may feel like a different life, but in the end. The road still has to go on.

Choice, not everyone can have.

Packing up his mood, Wang Qingyuan turned to the ancient road leading to Xuantian Dao Mountain, and did not wait for him to reach the halfway point. The entire sky instantly darkened, and the sun that had just entered the middle heaven was shrouded in a demonic mist so thick that it seemed to be dripping water.

Looking back, in the direction of the Mochizuki Mountain Range, the ninety-eight heavenly cracks not only failed to heal, but on the contrary, there were already several conclusions, and the corner of the long river of time and space became clearer. As if to manifest the world, in the hazy river, a shadow became clearer and clearer, and a faint outline had already appeared.

Is it difficult for the real people of Genshin to turn things around?

From beginning to end, Wang Qingyuan felt that the Moon Mountain Range was full of weirdness, whether it was the human bone pit, or the infant sacrifice, the wheel altar, it was too coincidental everywhere, as if the script had been arranged on the stage a long time ago, as long as the characters such as Shengdan Jingmo and the ugly sang according to the play, there would be no big mistake.

Xuantian Dao, Ying Tianfeng, above the golden peak.

In the Pure Yang Palace, an old man with a thin body, white beard and hair, and a slumped back sat cross-legged on a futon, and his breathing fluctuated with waves of vitality.

When the demonic mist was filled and almost spread to the entire Zhongzhou, the meditating old man paused slightly and opened his eyes.

He stood up, the vitality around him surged, and the void in front of him silently cracked a strange opening, and he stepped in, and the crack healed silently.

On the ancient road, the demon fog is filled with the scene of not ten breaths to see the sun, the sky is clear, the blue sky is like washing, and it is clearer than before the demon fog is shrouded.

Wang Qingyuan was stunned, and looked back, above the Moon Mountain Range, where was there any heavenly crack, except for the layer of demonic aura that was still shrouded, which was many times weaker than before, as if nothing had been born before.

"Donghua!"

Without the slightest warning, a roar came from the end of heaven and earth, louder than thunder, and extremely aggrieved.

Tung Wah Road people?

Wang Qingyuan showed a little different color, could it be that the Dao Monarch who did not come out all the year round on the golden top of Ying Tianfeng was shocked?

However, it is also conceivable that only such a character can wipe out the demon disaster so simply.

As soon as he arrived at the foot of Xuantian Dao Mountain, Wang Qingyuan received two strange glances, and the two outer disciples on duty guarding the mountain gate looked at him carefully with an unusually curious gaze, until he crossed the Sword Solving Stone and walked onto the mountain road, without saying a word.