The man was struck upside down by a powerful force, shattering more than a dozen trees.

The woman in the pink dress flew in, two cold lights burst out of a pair of extremely clear eyes, and the slender jade hand slapped downward, and the space collapsed directly, and a strong pressure burst out.

Feeling this peerless blow, the man who fell to the ground showed a look of fear in his eyes, he finally felt the strength of the woman in front of him, he was far from being an opponent, it was ridiculous that he thought that the other party's fame was boasted about, and he was very unconvinced to come to challenge, and now it seems that he is simply looking for death.

"Stop...... I'm ......," the illusory spirit man said quickly, a look of begging in his eyes.

At the taboo juncture of facing a threat to his life, he didn't care about any dignity and face, he still had a lot of things to do, and once he died, everything was empty.

"Boom!" The jade hand of the woman in the pink dress fell, and the powerful force directly blasted the man of the Illusory Spirit Clan into a pile of meat puree.

"To come to the challenge, you must have the consciousness of death. The woman in the pink dress said in a calm voice.

The woman's fame had been earned through battle after battle, not by boasting.

The woman in the pink dress looked at the illusory spirit man who was killed, then looked into the depths of the illusory spirit continent, and whispered softly: "This is what I can do for you at the moment, I believe that in the future, I will help you more." ”

"Congratulations to the Young Hall Master for refining a part of the inheritance power again. At this moment, a woman from a true saint came over and said, her face full of satisfaction.

"Let's go, I believe that after walking out of the Illusory Spirit Clan, my cultivation will be able to break through to a half-step True Saint. The woman in the pink dress said calmly.

Three days later, a news came from the Illusory Spirit Clan Continent that a mysterious woman in a pink dress had killed ten Phantom Spirit Clan masters in a row.

When this news was transmitted back to the Dragon Alliance, everyone was boiling, and the streets and alleys were talking about it.

"Another genius has appeared in our Terrans. ”

"God bless our Dragon Alliance!"

"I'm afraid that in a few decades, our Dragon Alliance will rise completely, and there will be no need to be afraid of alien races at all. ”

Everyone in the Dragon League was excited, and even some of the female monks followed the example of the woman in the pink dress and wore pink dresses.

When the alien masters heard the news, their faces were very ugly, as if they had seen the strong rise of another Yuwen Zhouyuan.

It is enough for the Dragon Alliance to have one Yuwen Zhouyuan, and the countless people who have suppressed it can't breathe, and now there is one more person, which is really bad news for the alien race.

The battle of the younger generation continued, and after the woman in the pink dress left the Phantom Spirit Clan, she disappeared as if it had never appeared, and countless people tried to find their traces, but they could not be found.

The things of the outside world, Yuwen Zhouyuan still has nothing to do with it, as if he can't hear it, he begins to look at the world with a strange eye, and the people in this world still have things.

On the long street, Yuwen Jooyuan seemed to be a bystander, looking at the crowd of people coming and going, watching their ups and downs, and also experiencing all kinds of seven emotions and six desires.

"The peak of the late stage of the True Saint, infecting other people's emotions with his own emotions, no matter if he is not shocked, whether he is crying or laughing, he can infect him, what about the pseudo-fairyland?"

"Control...... Control ......"

"Could it be that the pseudo-fairy realm means that you can control the emotions of all living beings within a certain range as you like?" Yuwen Juyuan muttered to himself as he walked forward, his eyes suddenly brightened.

"If I'm not mistaken, it must be like this, it must be a random control of the emotions of the living beings around me. ”

Walking for more than ten days, Yuwen Zhouyuan has walked a lot of places, and he looks at this world coldly as if he came from another world.

For more than ten days, he didn't rest, just moved forward mechanically, feeling the seven emotions and six desires, and now he has finally seen the direction clearly, but what to do needs to be realized again.

That's right, he has gradually figured out that the key to breaking through the eighth layer is to control, a thought, laughter, and a thought, a river of sadness.

That's what he Yuwen Joo Yuan is going to do.

There's still a long, long way to go.

Time is like a mottled shadow cast from among the leaves, and as the sun sets, those shadows disappear.

Two months passed quickly, Yuwen Zhouyuan was still in the world, and in the entire Xiliang, those who worshiped Yuwen Zhouyuan probably couldn't imagine that Yuwen Zhouyuan had turned into a passer-by, or a passer-by.

Although Yuwen Jooyuan has been silent for two months, people still don't look forward to him in the past, but look forward to what kind of big events or news will occur when he appears again.

In the past two months, the young generation of masters of all ethnic groups are still fighting, and many young generation masters have risen and become famous, and all ethnic groups are paying attention to these people.

They all stepped on the bones of countless geniuses to achieve prestige, and every young generation of strong people had endless blood in their hands.

The most regrettable thing is that the woman in the pink dress, since she walked out of the Illusory Spirit Clan, she has disappeared and has not appeared for two months, and many people want to block his demeanor again and see her peerless appearance.

Since the pseudo-immortal realm masters of all races agreed on an agreement, the strength of all races has been developing rapidly, and it can be said that now all races are working hard to accumulate strength, as if waiting for something.

After the Dragon Alliance had the blueprints of the warship provided by Yuwen Zhouyuan, they began to study and restore, hoping to restore all the drawings of the warship.

If a battle happens in the future, the warship will definitely become a sharp weapon.

Nowadays, with the gradual development of society, people have become accustomed to this time of cultivation and the coexistence of science and technology, and the Dragon Alliance Alliance has given those scientific research talents who have comprehended that kind of thing an excellent cultivation environment and medicinal liquid, which is also to compensate for their losses.

After all, in this world where martial arts are respected, it is really rare for them to be able to put down their cultivation and go to other things.

The Dragon Alliance is developing, the major forces are also developing, and the Fusang Flower Island Domain is also developing, although Yuwen Zhouyuan handed over the drawings to Emperor Ji, but he has completely memorized the contents of those drawings, and he also handed them over to Bei Shuirou and them to let them understand this.

In two months, all the women were out of the customs, and they all returned from the formation, the kind of island that specializes in cultivating battles. In the Eight Ghost Hall, there are many more True Emperor peak masters.

It can be seen from the number of masters born that this prosperous era has reached the early stage.

The perfection of the rules of heaven and earth made the masters of the half-step True Emperor level clearly understand part of the rules of heaven and earth, and then broke through, and it became easier to break through. The Tribulation still exists, as if it was not a deliberate attempt to punish the monks, but to transform them and make their bodies stronger.

Of course, there are also some people who died under the Heavenly Tribulation, these people's foundation is extremely poor, they must not have cultivated with their hearts, and all their cultivation is piled up with elixir, if such a person can still survive the Heavenly Tribulation, it will be too unreasonable.

Another half a year has passed, and the cultivation realm has developed completely, the number of masters in the True Holy Period is extremely large, and there are more and more battles among the younger generation, and there are all kinds of news coming out every day. Without exception, it's all about the younger generation.

In the future, the younger generation will be the backbone of the entire prosperous era, and every race will focus on the younger generation, and the older generation will be almost forgotten.

The Dragon Alliance Alliance has restored all the drawings of the warship, of course, it is a little surprising from the original drawings, but the power is probably better than that of the Scaly Horn Clan.

The time of the warship has been classified as top secret by the Dragon Alliance Alliance, and there are some important personnel and people who build the warship, and others don't know about it at all.

In order to build a warship, the Dragon Alliance made a bloody investment, deep underground in the alliance headquarters, and the price was of course extremely huge.

The refining weapons of Fusang Flower Island are also developing rapidly, although they are not as strong and fast as the Dragon Alliance Alliance, but they are not about the same.

The population of the entire Fusohua Island area is also increasing, but under the care of the women, it is still in order, and on some islands, villages have developed into towns, and it seems that the development is extremely rapid.

Time is like fine sand in your hand, inadvertently flowing away, taking away some fragments of memory.

For more than half a year, Yuwen Zhouyuan has not appeared once, and the deeds of those young generation masters continue to appear, and his limelight has been suppressed again.

People are always like this, they like to accept something new and forget the old.

For the changes in his own hearts in the hearts of countless people, Yuwen Zhouyuan doesn't care at all, and that bit of fame, he must pay more attention to his cultivation.

On the side of a busy street in a mortal city, Yuwen Zhouyuan stood quietly, his face was thin, his beard had all grown out, his robe was covered with dust, and he couldn't see the original color, his whole person looked extremely sloppy, and he didn't have the appearance of the high-spirited Yuwen Zhouyuan at all.

For more than half a year, Yuwen Zhouyuan has been walking, and he has not stopped at all, after he came to this mortal city, he came to this street at random, and then stood here and thought.

"You are so strange, you have been standing on the side of the street for five days, aren't you tired, aren't you hungry?" a woman of twenty-four or five years old, staring at him curiously, as if trying to see something.

"Five days?" Yuwen Zhouyuan was slightly stunned, and then sighed, "It's time to go." ”

As soon as Yuwen Zhouyuan's voice fell, he moved, and suddenly his body crackled, as if he had not moved for a long time, and his bones were rusty.

"Why are you leaving?" The woman suddenly stood in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan, and her small Qiong nose wrinkled slightly, a little dissatisfied.

"Something?" asked Yuwen Juyuan, looking at the woman.