The entire Nine Heavenly Palaces trembled, and the violent artistic conception was like a madness, turning into the last trace of sword light under the roar, long and extremely sharp.

That kind of almost arrogant artistic conception makes Feng Qingyang turn the world upside down after he understands it thoroughly, and his fearless fierceness is enough to open the world from scratch, which is his realm, and it is his improvement.

Under the sweep, there was a rumble from the earth, and the countless demonic qi of the Nine Heavenly Palace rolled up one after another, including the surrounding several great spiritual mountains, if they were not suppressed to the ground by the great power, I am afraid they would all be reversed in this violent artistic conception.

Even the sky, the supreme Nine Heavenly Palace, was suddenly shaking, surging and surging, and it could change color at a glance.

Qian Yanli and the others were stunned to see the wind Qingyang standing under the demon cliff, and their thin backs were like a flat boat under the violent momentum, but just like this, the flat boat had the power to fix the sea god needle.

Let the sky collapse and the earth crack, he is as stable as a rock, as heavy as Mount Tai, the sky is not shocked, the sky is shattered and silent, whether it is arrogant or domineering, this is his way, and it is also his demon!

The face gradually receded, and there was a touch of relief in the moment of retreat, and there was a faint expectation, although it was faint, but it existed, and hope was like this.

You can only keep it in your heart, and you can't deliberately instill the growth of hope, when one day everything is true, then enjoy the joy of surprise, but when hope can not break out of the shell, then pay a smile, as a dream.

The years passed in a hurry, and half a month passed when he turned around, and the wind cleared back to the Nine Heavenly Palace, which was almost a month, in this short month.

As everyone knows, the Three Thousand Ancient Emperors were killed and injured two-thirds in a melee, and the Eight Hundred Curse Venerables were even more dead, if it weren't for the last moment when the major Saint Venerables made a move, I'm afraid they would have perished suddenly.

The forcible interference of the Heavenly Dao had completely turned the battlefield of the Two Realms into a miasma, and the full moon hanging in the sky had also begun to change rapidly, revealing strangeness in the scarlet.

Like an eye, yes, an eye, he stared down indifferently, watching them fight and enjoy it, he had no mercy, in his eyes these fights were just to enhance his chances of winning the battle.

Whether it is the wind blowing, or the monks who hold the realm and seal the realm, under the whole world, there is a river of blood, the monks duel the mountain and the ground cracks, and the red dust battle is a river of blood.

The wolf smoke was everywhere, countless powerhouses were wiped out between talking and laughing, the sky turned blood-red, and the entire spirit realm, whether it was the cultivation realm or the palm realm, was full of blood.

The meaning of this blood was very strong, but the strange thing was that no one seemed to notice, they just quietly meditated on their knees on the battlefield of the two realms, devouring the blood-red qi of the void, and then fighting each other with red eyes.

The endless collision caused the entire two realms to be almost halved in just a few months, and the Xiuzhen Star withered, and after the fall of those ancient emperors, it directly led to the turmoil of heaven and earth, and a series of major collapses.

Some monks even died unexplained, and finally, one day, a Buddha horn suddenly came from the heavens, and he, known as the Holy Venerable of Doom, made a great wish to purify all sentient beings.

But his appearance is only a drop in the bucket, even if he is a saint, he can't reverse the tide of time forcibly advanced by the Heavenly Dao, and all things wither, whether it is a human or a demon, or the cultivation of the sealing realm.

On this day, Feng Qingyang was waking up from meditation, and above the originally clear Nine Heavenly Palace, a huge golden inscription suddenly floated out, covering the sky and the sun, revealing an aura that only Feng Qingyang could understand.

"Ten days later, the two realms will coincide, and from then on they will be sealed in the no palm realm, only the spirit realm! Under the whole world, the spiritual realm will be exalted! At that time, the Xuanhuang will be opened, and you can go to it to find the secret of eternal life. ”

This evening not only appeared in the Nine Heavenly Palace, but even the entire spirit realm, and countless people were shaken by it, as if a storm had been hung, and they couldn't speak for a long time looking at the handwriting in it.

Xuanhuang opens, does it mean that this game has come to an end, and when they all enter, they are ready to harvest it in one fell swoop?

Feng Qingyang's eyes flickered, and he couldn't see why, but after holding a miniature version of the list text, he bowed to the senior brothers and sisters of the Nine Heavenly Palace, and then left this place and went to the spirit realm.

In this case, can he fish in troubled waters? The fall of the Ancient Emperor will make the Three Thousand Great Dao flawed...... Although he didn't comprehend the rest of the avenues, it was always okay to rob, right?

As a result, Feng Qingyang successfully transformed himself in the spiritual world in the name of Pudu sentient beings, turning into a bald monk with a solemn appearance, and everywhere he passed, he aroused the worship of countless people.

In the final analysis, the Buddhist truth is indeed easy to paralyze everyone's nerves, and the war in these short months is almost unforgettable for them, and those who survive by luck never want to return to the battlefield of the two realms.

That kind of people eat people's blood, almost made them collapse, as the wind cleared and walked by, he went to the major cultivation stars one by one, it was very simple, every ancient emperor secretly merged with the three thousand avenues, as long as they all swallowed them all into the dantian world, wouldn't that perfect their world power?

He was full of Buddha's light, opened the Buddha country, that is, his own dantian world, and told the beauty of entering this place, not to mention, everyone didn't believe it originally, but when they saw the ghost king and the ten Yamas, they all dispelled the doubts in their hearts.

After all, the Ghost King is an existence that controls the entire Spirit Realm, and he can enter it, so what is he? As everyone knows, when they enter, the entire dantian world is undergoing earth-shaking changes.

The drastic expansion, the expansion of the territory in the dantian, is extending infinitely every day, and the three thousand cultivation stars are rapidly evolving, although it is only a prototype, but it has begun to take shape.

However, what made Feng Qingyang a little relieved was that fortunately, there was the suppression of the Corpse King's bloodline at the beginning, otherwise he really couldn't believe that his dantian world could actually hold the cultivation of the spirit realm.

All this is a bit dreamlike to think about, but this is a real existence, so much so that his cultivation, after the breakthrough of the Demon Cliff comprehension, once again reached the peak of the Zombie King.

That kind of domineering power, although it is only a trace of the dantian world, but for him, it is enough, he has confidence, if he encounters any bastard now, he will definitely be able to easily blow it up under his iron fist.

Half a year has passed since he entered the WTO and walked into the spiritual realm as a monk, and in this half a year, he has traveled through hundreds of cultivation stars, looking at the battlefield of the two realms that has never dissipated in the sky, and thinking back to the ancient emperors who are still fighting.

He was thinking about what kind of expression they would have when they returned to their homes and found that there was no one in the nest, and he couldn't help but feel pity on his face and say: Amitofu!