Sometimes stormy, sometimes sunny, these unpredictable visions lasted for more than 300 years in the desolate world before gradually subsided!

And the golden web that shrouded the sky disappeared with it.

Although there have been several catastrophes in a row over the years, causing more than half of the creatures in the desolate world to lose their lives, and the aura has also lost a lot, and the concentration is even less than half of the original, but this short 300 years is truly the golden age of the desolate monks.

Countless monks who are stuck on the bottleneck of cultivation have taken advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to directly see through the rules to confirm the supernatural powers of the Dao and the Dharma, deduce the enlightenment, and thus achieve a breakthrough.

The visions caused by the monk's breakthrough are commonplace.

Not to mention how many monks have broken through to the Golden Immortal Rank this time, there are about 10,000 monks who have broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal alone, and the number of master levels is more than in any previous era, and the real cultivation is prosperous.

...... In the underworld, Li Yi sat cross-legged on the throne in the reincarnation emperor's palace, but his eyes looked in the direction of the starry sky from time to time through the dimensional space.

In recent decades, he had faintly noticed that there was an aura that was gradually gaining strength, not very obvious at first, but as time passed, it became stronger and stronger.

However, what worries Li Yi the most is that he is extremely familiar with this breath, yes, it is Hongjun's breath.

"What kind of chance did Hongjun get, he was so powerful, although he is still some distance away from the deity, he has completely surpassed Rahu, Shenyi, Yang Mei and others. ”

Thinking of the strangeness of the desolate world in the past few hundred years, Li Yi's eyes flickered, and he had a faint guess in his heart, although it could not be specifically determined, but it was definitely related to the Heavenly Dao.

"Well, it's useless to think about it so much. Li Yi shook his head slightly, got rid of his previous thoughts, and muttered to himself: "After so many years, it's time for the Wu Clan to return to the Flood Wilderness." ”

Then the whole person suddenly stood up from the throne, his eyes widened, and two beams of brilliant sword light shot out, piercing a black hole several zhang in front of him, and as soon as his right foot was raised, he stepped in one step.

On the Witch God Plane, Li Yi's figure suddenly appeared above, his body shook slightly, and he sat on top of the statue of the deity, looking at the thriving plane world with his eyes.

The breeze blew slightly, and I don't know when, the deity was already sitting cross-legged, his cold snow-colored white hair fluttering, bathed in the white and white beam of faith, like a holy supreme god.

The two of them were connected, just a pair of eyes, the deity already understood what Li Yi meant, and nodded at Li Yi expressionlessly.

After discussing with the deity, Li Yi did not stay, and directly broke through the void and left. He had to go to the northern part of the Flood Wilderness to set up protection, lest the time come, the Witch God Plane would descend, and the vast and endless pressure would crush the northern part of the country.

"Boom!"

Li Yi has just left. The body of the deity instantly burst out with immeasurable golden divine light, and the clouds above the entire witch god plane seemed to be coated with a golden film of light, bright and dazzling, and there was a looming chant coming out of it, adding a bit of mystery.

Standing on top of the high idol of the deity, the deity stretched out his palm without hesitation, and his index and middle fingers were brought together, pointing diagonally towards the clouds above.

In an instant, the wind and clouds rolled upside down, and the clouds above the entire Witch God Plane all rolled up, wave after wave, like waves of golden ocean tides, high and low, layer upon layer, very charming!

Two brilliant speeds of light condensed by countless golden runes burst out from the eyes of the deity, shooting into the wave-like clouds, and in an instant, the entire cloud exploded, and a series of explosions like firecrackers roared and swirled, and the exploding clouds were re-divided and condensed together, forming a cloud ring the size of a small mountain.

The golden cloud rings nested each other, connecting into countless golden chains across the void, and the sound of clanging iron tools kept ringing.

The deity pressed his hands downward, booming, and one end of the thick golden chains shot straight down to the earth in the shape of an umbrella, inserting into the depths of the bottom, and the other end was entangled and condensed together.

In an instant, the deity's body appeared above the plane in a flash, and a golden palm that covered the sky and held the end of the chain tightly together.

At the same time, a thought swept across the entire Witch God Plane.

Endlessly, ant-like shamans began to pray under the leadership of various sacrifices, ethereal and pious prayers resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the power of pure faith was blessed on the golden chains, making the chains more existential, and pious faces appeared on each chain.

"Peng!", four pairs of huge wings appeared behind the deity, and the golden palm that was conjured up shook slightly, and began to pull the witch god plane towards the desolate world.

...... The desolate world, which is said to be the wind and the beauty, is cloudless, and has just experienced the baptism of the catastrophe, there are relatively few battles, and everything seems so calm and harmonious.

However, there was a sudden loud noise in the chaos, as if countless ancient brute beasts were running, and the roar that was enough to shake the universe completely tore this rare calm to pieces.

Bang!

A huge shadow was cast down, and half of the desolate world was plunged into darkness.

In an instant, countless desolate creatures began to be frightened, trembling in fear in the darkness, and countless spirit beasts that had not yet transformed screamed in a long voice, as if the end of the world was coming.

Instead, those great supernatural beings poked out their divine senses one by one, and watched in amazement as the deities inciting the four pairs of wings dragged a vast plane to descend.

"That being, that supreme being, he actually dragged an incomparably huge plane back, could it be that he wants to regain his foothold in the desolation?"

Countless powerful people in the flood wilderness trembled, and the seven-foot figure dragged a piece of a seat that was a quarter the size of the flood wilderness to walk forward, this scene was really shocking.

"What kind of power is this, and it doesn't let people live, what magical powers, what rules, I'm afraid they are vulnerable in the face of this power. One punch down, and everything has to be shattered. ”

The monks who were watching this scene all swallowed involuntarily.

"He's back!"

Shen Yi, Luo Hu, Yang Mei and the saints were silent, they could predict that the flood would become more chaotic in the future, this one and the Heavenly Dao were destined to not be able to exist both, and a sense of crisis suddenly rose in their hearts.

"Roar!"

In the depths of the darkness, a hoarse beast roar suddenly came out of the mouth of Hongjun, who was merging with the Heavenly Dao, and a hideous tentacle waved, and the gaze looking at the deity was full of hatred, and at the same time there was endless jealousy.

Thundered!

A huge roar echoed, and with the shift of shadows, the entire Witch God Plane gradually moved to the sky above the northern part of the Flood Desolation.

"Dazun! Dazun! Dazun......"

The Wu clan in the desolate world has been completely boiling, rushing into the sky one by one, roaring in the sky, countless voices gathered together, shaking the heavens and the earth, forming echoes, and the waves generally spread into the distance.

They've been waiting for this moment for too long, it's been tens of thousands of years since the Lich War. It must be admitted that no matter which race it is, it wants to have a high status, even if it knows that there is endless power lurking in its own race, and it is only a little low-key for the time being, this idea will not change.

Now countless shamans have a feeling of raising their eyebrows.

Countless Wu warriors are about to descend, and the Wu Clan has once again become the pinnacle of this world's race, coupled with a supreme existence like Dazun and strong people like the Twelve Ancestors and the Five Ancestors of the Blood Prison, the Wu Clan is already a well-deserved number one force in the Flood Wilderness.

(To be continued)