The terrifying Snow Thirteen of "Destroying Heavenly Gong" is still fresh in his memory, and Wu Tian of the Immortal Realm hit him hard with one palm and almost abolished him, causing the realm of Snow Thirteen to continue to decline for a long time in the future.

In the end, under the guidance of the Immortal, he rebuilt the Condensing God Realm and dissolved the power of this terrible law of destruction with the immortal power of the primordial gods.

However, at this moment, this heavenly skill reappeared, and Xue Thirteen immediately felt like a great enemy.

On the boulder in front of him, the gray-robed old man sat cross-legged, very thin, and his body was filled with a rotten atmosphere of vicissitudes and years. However, his eyes were very bright, and when he was looked at it, he felt like a poisonous snake was staring at him.

Xue 13 looked at each other and felt that his back was cold and terrifying.

Immediately he understood that this was an old antique, and it had existed for a long time. It seems that the other party should be close to the limit, and there is not much time left.

The two looked at each other and did not speak for a while.

"How can I look at this old man with a little familiarity?"

In the distance, the tengu muttered that it had never seen each other, but it felt like someone from a legend.

"The Quasi-Saint of the Evil Domain. ”

At this moment, the Tianyue Fairy spoke, and her pretty face was ugly.

"But isn't he supposed to be dead?"

The Sky Moon Fairy was puzzled in her heart.

"What my sister said was the Prozhun Saint nearly 20,000 years ago?

Shangguan Qin asked, as if he also knew some of this person's deeds.

Prozhun Sage, who became famous nearly 20,000 years ago, is a heroic overlord of the evil domain. He once founded the Ten Thousand Evil Sect, with nearly 100,000 disciples, and it was very prosperous.

However, due to the domineering behavior of this sect, it encroached on the interests of many evil domain forces, and was finally attacked by a group. It is said that in that battle, the blood of the Ten Thousand Evil Sects flowed like a river, and the sky was dyed red.

The most surprising thing is that that two saints and six quasi-saints were dispatched from the evil domain that time, but they were almost all destroyed by the ordinary saints. The only remaining saint was only the primordial god who escaped, and it is said that he finally took away a scattered cultivator of the evil domain and was reborn.

As for Prozhun Sheng, it was said at the time that he was doomed with the enemy.

How could he have imagined that the other party was still alive.

"I've also heard of this old guy, who became famous nearly 20,000 years ago, and no one has heard of it before, as if it came out of nowhere. Coupled with the years of his previous cultivation Dao quasi-saint level, how could he have been eight thousand years old, so wouldn't this old guy be nearly thirty thousand years old?"

Tengu said, surprised.

You must know that the Ten Thousand Firmament Saints are only this year. Moreover, all living beings have to suffer their own calamity every other year, that is, the heavenly calamity.

The life span of the saints is about 60,000 to 80,000 years, but usually no one lives that long, because they usually survive the first calamity, and most of them fall to the second calamity.

In this way, the average survival time of a saint is about 30,000 years.

But this old fellow is a quasi-saint, and the years he lives are comparable to that of a real saint.

At this moment, Xue 13 looked at each other, he not only felt the threat of "Destroying Heavenly Gong", but also the resonance of some origin in his body.

Enemy!

Hehe!

Puluo Zhun Sheng's emaciated face seemed to have only a layer of human skin left, and he once again showed a strange smile, and suddenly the thin layer of skin on his face wrinkled, which made people shudder.

"Sure enough, it's you!"

He made a sound, and the vicissitudes of life were like a piece of history.

"Looks like you've been following me for a long time. ”

Xue Thirteen said indifferently.

Right now, how is it that he still doesn't know the identity of the other party?

After being hit by Wu Tian's palm, he looked around for a way to resolve the "Heavenly Destruction Gong", and according to Fu Ling, one of the ways was to practice this magic skill himself.

The master of the Immortal Mansion had obtained a part of the exercises, and hid them in several places, either the Demon Domain or the Evil Domain. Moreover, that part of the exercise is also one of the most important parts of the entire inscription, much more profound than Wu Tian's cultivation.

Obviously, that part of the exercise was obtained by this Puluo Quasi-Sage, and at the same time, this is also one of Xue Thirteen's old enemies.

At this moment, the two of them could clearly sense the Heavenly Ancient Saint Yuan Jue skill in each other's bodies.

"No, the old man has been sleeping for many years, and although he woke up decades ago, he has only paid attention to you for nearly two years. ”

Prozhun Saint said.

"Is it because I didn't die after being slapped by Wu Tian?"

"That's right, a smart kid. But the old man is curious, are you one of the inheritors of that god, or the real heir?"

One of the owners of the inheritance naturally means that he only owns a part of the inheritance, and the real heir is the one who has no defects in the inheritance.

Hearing this, the corners of Xue Thirteen's mouth twitched, and he wanted to scold. I'm a real heir, but you pseudo-heirs are much richer than me, okay, except for an immortal mansion and a complete exercise, that bastard master didn't even leave me a single elixir or a spirit stone.

But these pseudo-heirs looked at him as if they were staring at a vast divine treasure.

He looked at the other calmly and did not answer.

"Well, it should be the same as the old man, the old man can sense that the power in your body is no different from mine, and even lacking. ”

Prozhun Saint said with a little regret.

Xue Thirteen was stunned, and some understood. It seems that this person doesn't know the mysteries of the Heavenly Ancient Sage Yuan Jue, and he needs to gradually cultivate volume by volume, and if he can't cultivate it, even if he has a complete exercise, he won't be able to practice it, and he will practice himself to death.

"It seems that you want to find the true heir and practice the follow-up exercises in order to break through the limit of longevity. ”

He said.

"Yes, this is the only chance for this saint, and if you can't find it, you will never have a chance. ”

The old man sighed.

Suddenly, a terrible crisis enveloped Xue Thirteen, and his body instantly tensed.

I saw the wind rolling behind Puluo Zhun Sheng, and the strange sound of the cry of ten thousand ghosts resounded.

"Although you are not the true inheritor, every part of the inheritance of the forbidden god is not trivial, and if you are killed first, there may be something to continue the limit of this saint. ”

After saying this, Prozhun Saint rose into the sky, and his whole person became extremely terrifying.

The vast coercion filled the entire sky, the holy light was surging, and the laws of the holy path were intertwined.

His old and stubby body stood in mid-air, but the aura that emanated was as boundless as the starry sky of eternity.

The ancient demon of slumber has been resurrected!

"Let's let the old man see how far your Heavenly Ancient Saint Yuan Jue has cultivated. ”

As he spoke, the old guy pointed in the air.

Airplanes!

Patches of fluctuations flowed like water, spreading over, and the heavens and the earth became gray, and one strange scene after another appeared.

There is a long river of history, fragments of time and space floating, and huge bones of gods and demons floating.

The mystery of time!

Seeing this, Xue 13 was shocked in his heart, this old guy has been cultivating the Heavenly Ancient Sage Yuan Jue for tens of thousands of years, and he has already practiced perfectly, and his skills in this area are much more skilled and vigorous than his own.

"You want to kill me?

Snow Thirteen said indifferently.

Rumble!

As he spoke, his whole body also rose to the sky, and at the same time bombarded the past with a punch.

The vast aura spreads out, the same vastness is like a starry sky, and the light on his body is as brilliant as the sun.

His fist blasted out, and there were also waves of fluctuations spreading, and the rich power of years flowed, colliding with the other party.

Boom!

The next moment, a huge storm was set off in the void, time fragments flew, and the law was broken!

(End of chapter)