"I like cross-generational battles, super powers that are hard to come out of the ages, and only then will I not be disappointed. These words appeared very suddenly, and even at the moment of opening, the spirit world suddenly shook.

But all living beings clearly felt the decay of the aura again, as well as the turbidity of the avenue, and Sancai actually underwent an extreme change in just one day.

The Four Elephant Tribulation, this is gradually encroaching on the power of the spirit world, in the edge star field of the three thousand cultivation stars, the speed of the collapsed void can rise up impressively, and it continues to derive forward, if someone watches here, they will inevitably be shocked, this kind of scene is really shocking.

Does the appearance of the mighty all and the continuous rise of the calamity mean that this calamity is the last calamity?, there is no longer a return to the light, and the hearts of hundreds of millions of living beings are bitter, and the depression of the coming of the end makes their hearts shaken, their hearts are dancing wildly, and they will explode and die at any time.

In order to survive, in order to live one more day under the end of the world, they kept slaughtering monks or competing for resources.

When death comes and survival is threatened, no matter who you are, you will abandon morality and ethics and fall into extreme madness, right? There is nothing wrong with survival? But if you want to survive, you can only keep fighting.

Feng Qingyang's eyes were like electricity, and he stood in the void with the green lotus leaf in his hand, looking at the place where the sound source came, where the void was trembling violently, and a huge vortex was formed in just a few breaths.

The appearance of this vortex devoured the heavens and the earth, enveloping almost all the light in this place, and even the remaining quasi-saint extreme powers below looked at the coming place in slight surprise. 、

"Dragon Venerable. I don't know who opened his mouth in horror, tens of thousands of monks were silent for a moment, and then there was an uproar, flooding the heavens and the earth, and all that came out of his mouth was the word Longzun.

The ancient monks were worried, while the ancient monks were ecstatic, looking at the whirlpool one by one, their eyes were earnest, maybe they didn't like the person of Long Zun, but they were still very happy about the arrival of Long Zun.

The wind is clear and powerful, crushing three eras, whether it is a single fight or a group fight, it has been suppressed by the opponent's iron blood, and it is almost impossible to resist at all, such a fierce attack and killing, almost bursting the confidence of the medieval monks.

Fortunately, at this time, Long Zun appeared, in their opinion, what peerless sword saint, what fire spirit king, are all jumping clowns, who is Long Zun?

His deity is a dragon containing the blood of the ancient dragon, born in the Middle Ages, arrogant and killing, in that era, almost everyone talked about the color change,

The terrifying thing about Long Zun is not only because of his character, but because he is so strong that his perverted body and bloodline are so strong that he even established the Dragon Removal Alliance back then, but unfortunately in the end, the alliance was shattered under the strong counterattack of the other party.

Just when Tianjiao was desperate at that time, Long Zun disappeared strangely, appeared abruptly, disappeared strangely, everyone thought that he was suppressed by Heavenly Dao and fell, but unexpectedly, he also chose to sleep.

At this time, Gu Tianjiao looked at the whirlpool with excitement and fear, his expression was complicated, this person who used to shout and kill himself, is he going to pick up the dignity he left behind?

"A bunch of waste, it's really not as good as a generation. Sure enough, with the expansion of the whirlpool, a strange man appeared faintly from it, and his appearance was not much of a battle, just a person.

Handsome to the point of being bewitching, there are two dragon horns on the top of his head that have not completely disappeared, and the first sentence that appears is like this, which makes the ancient monks below who are looking forward to it blushing and shocked.

"Are you Feng Qingyang?The legendary zombie supreme, the body of the venerable?" He stood in the void, vaguely becoming the head of everyone, and said as he looked at Feng Qingyang, who was only a hundred feet away from him.

There was a strange color on his face, and the light refracted by his eyes was even more strange, eager and longing, like a belligerent madman, after finding someone who could match him, the mad throbbing of madness. Seeing the joy of hunting, it almost reached the point of madness.

"Let's do it. "There seems to be no signs, Long Zun raised his hand and a shot bombarded, this gun has no rhyme, but it has a dead breath spreading, and each section is particularly unique, it is clearly made of dragon bones, Feng Qingyang was surprised in his heart, didn't he use his own backbone to forge weapons?

Looking at the root of the spear again, although I am in the palm of my hand, the bottom end is obviously connected to his body, and the wind is clear and his heart is vibrating, what kind of person is this, he is so crazy, using his own body as a material, and refining himself as a humanoid weapon?

The tip of the spear pierced through the morning sun, shattering the void, the scarlet point was like lightning, and the moment it appeared, it was already close to Feng Qingyang itself, his movements were too fast, so fast that people were shocking.

Everywhere he passed, sparks flew everywhere, it was the tip of the spear rubbing against the shattered void, and the void turbulence that hit the fragments came out, and with his shot, there was an endless dragon groan, as if this was not a spear, but a hideous dragon.

"The peak limit of the demon saint is equivalent to the quasi-saint limit of the human race, and the bloodline is abnormal. Feng Qingyang just glanced at it, and he saw the other party's cultivation.

But at this moment, it was too late for him to continue to think about it, the tip of the gun was infinitely close to his front door, and if he didn't pay attention, he would be pierced by the other party's barrel, and he would raise his head to look at the public.

He has a green lotus in his hand, as if he controls the world and the universe, and the lines on the lotus leaves flash and interweave with indescribable Taoist rhymes, without the fury of Longzun, but with a rock-solid stability.

The blue light collided with the blood light, fiercely clashed, and emitted a deafening roar, staggered, the first round passed, and the dragon chant and the streamer passed far away, causing the sea below to be turbulent, and there was not much sea water left, and under this blow, it was reduced countless again, revealing a big black hole.

"What a strong shot. Qian Yanli frowned secretly, this shot with his cultivation, he could only see a vague outline, his speed is not speed, but contains some kind of Tao, it seems to have touched time, obviously very slow, but in fact it is as fast as a streamer.

If he wants to block this shot, he can only use the rules of reincarnation to distort time and space, otherwise, he will definitely not be able to pass this first round, and he will be stabbed to death by the opponent with one shot.

Lige Mo clutched the long sword in his hand, his eyes were like hooks, looking at the remaining monks who had never made a move, the violent killing intent and the battle were high-spirited, roaring, and almost broke out immediately.