Yang Mei raised the dust, and swept it gently towards Dao Heng, the silver threads, absorbing countless spiritual energy, suddenly swelled, the white light flashed, and they turned into thousands of white pythons.

The whole body is white and flawless, like a jewel, the snake body is winding, hissing, and the giant python of a whole dollar is full of sky, which is terrifying. Then, countless white pythons plunged into the space one after another and disappeared, leaving only a little ripple to bloom.

In the distance, Dao Heng suddenly stepped forward ten zhang away, and in the same place, a hundred-zhang snake tail suddenly stretched out from the air, and slapped on the place where Dao Heng was originally standing, and then disappeared in an instant, leaving only the remnants of Dao Dao.

Then countless snake heads, snake bodies, and snake tails appeared one after another, covering the sky and the sun, shattering countless spaces, and rolling up gusts of wind. And between the countless snake shadows, Dao Heng's figure is left and right, sometimes front and back, the big one is flying, his expression is leisurely, and he attacks all over the sky, and he can't touch the slightest of it.

Suddenly, a gray air flow formed by the power of time rushed out from Dao Heng's hand, like a spiritual snake, meandering in the void, within Dao Heng's thousands of zhang, the space was still, and countless white pythons were moved into static, like statues, unable to move the slightest.

Then Dao Heng made a move with both hands, and a thousand thousand five elements divine thunder fell from the sky, red, red, white and yellow, the five colors flowed, and the weather was thousands, like an angry dragon, divided into hundreds of thousands of ways, and rushed towards thousands of giant pythons. The thunder slashed, only to hear the hissing and wailing continuously, bursts of sorrow endlessly, the giant pythons turned into charcoal, and then the white python body flashed silver, and returned to the silver filament, but the 129,600 silver filaments were all pitch black, and from time to time there were flashes of lightning.

"The way of time is indeed extraordinary. Yang Mei said loudly, and then his left hand slowly swept over the dust, the silver light on his hand was shining, and all the black coke fell, and it went away with the wind, the lightning disappeared without a trace, and the silver filaments returned to white, shaking their heads and tails, as if they were cheering and jumping.

"Space Blade" shouted, Yang Mei held the dust wooden handle and thrust forward, and the space in front of him was shattered, forming large and small space blades, the big ones were thousands of zhang, and the small ones were only the size of fine dust. The silver light flowed, and a little bit of cold light appeared, rushing towards Dao Heng.

"Hmph", a light snort, showing Dao Heng's calmness, pinching the seal in his hand, and the mana flowed out.

"The River of Time"! The sound of the tumult sounds, the gray river appears out of thin air, and the light shines on the vast thousands, and the magnificence and loftiness cannot be described as what if.

Dao Heng stepped on the long river of time, let the long river roll forward, collided with the blade of space, countless spatial blades slashed towards the long river, the crack in the space of the Dao appeared, but it was covered by the light emitted by the long river, the power of time flowed, and the crack gradually disappeared, like an illusion.

"Time Standstill" was activated, the silver light on the surface of the space blade flickered but it was useless, and it could not move at all, and the long river branched out countless tributaries to roll the space blade into the long river of time, the river flowed, and large and small whirlpools and undercurrents emerged one by one, and the space blade was wiped out.

Then, Dao Heng tapped his fingers, and the long river of time rolled towards Yang Mei. Yang Mei looked at the long river of time, his face was solemn, and he said: "Space is king, time is respected, today let Poor Dao see who is the king?

"Space opening!" "Space opening!" The dust in the sky turned into a silver long sword, as soon as Yang Mei grasped it, the origin of the space flowed out, and the immeasurable silver light bloomed, slashing towards Dao Heng, just a light blow, Yang Mei turned pale, and sat on the auspicious clouds, and then saw a white silk thread flying towards Dao Heng slowly.

Wherever the white line passed, the space distorted, and a faint chaotic aura emerged, dissolving all things. It shows that this blow has broken through the boundary wall of the desolation and entered the chaos. Seeing this scene, Dao Heng didn't dare to be careless, with a finger of his right hand, the river of time greeted the white line, but, a bright light flashed, the long river of time was cut into countless pieces, a white line was embedded in the middle, and a faint chaotic qi gushed out of it, constantly devouring and dissolving the long river of time, and soon, the long river disappeared, and the white line continued to fly towards Dao Heng.

"Immeasurable Great Technique!" Three thousand points of light appeared around Dao Heng, spinning back and forth, shining brightly.

The white line flies in, and with a slight winding, a point of light disappears. Then it continued to soar, three thousand points of light disappeared one after another, seeing that the white line was about to touch the Dao Heng Ancestral Garden, Dao Heng patted his eyebrows, and the clouds rose, gray and gray, chaotic, three big lotus flowers rotated and bloomed, the gray lotus flower was mysterious, the golden lotus was majestic, and the silver lotus was brilliant.

A book of Taoism on top of the golden flower flipped back and forth, and three thousand pages rattled, and a strange world could be seen on each page. It may be full of seas and dotted with small islands, or dense forests with thousands of frosts and skies, or white clouds flying and cities ............ located on them.

Then, the Three Thousand Worlds flew out of the book, turning into a 3,000 zhang ball of light instead of the 3,000 points of light, rotating around Dao Heng. When the white line attacked, the three thousand balls of light flew together, generous and bright, or red or purple, or black or white, the three thousand pillars of light rotated around the white line, slowly wearing out the white line.

A little white light passes, and the white line finally disappears. Seeing this, Yang Mei's eyes darkened and he was speechless.

A trace of paleness flashed on Dao Heng's face, and he silently breathed for a moment, surrounded by three thousand balls of light, and then flew above Yang Mei, looking down at the innate space god condescendingly.