Tsing Yi, a barefoot young man, sighed lightly, stood with his hands in his hands, turned his head, his eyes were indifferent, there was a flickering cold light, and his demeanor was invincible, which made people's hearts break and dare not look at each other.

Seeing this Qingmei Great Sage today, Lin Huang immediately knew that compared to the Dream God Machine, the Great Zen Sage and the others were still too far behind. It's right to think about it carefully, not to mention the Dream God Machine and the Great Zen Sage, just a primitive battle, in the past three hundred years, how can the world see him clearly, and who knows that he is just a wisp of clone walking in the heavens and all worlds.

The Great Zen Sage and the Oneiroi Machine became famous long before the original battle, how could they not have monstrous means. At this moment, Lin Huang's thoughts flashed in his mind, and countless fragments were pieced together, he remembered the battlefield of the Fallen God, and remembered the Oneiroi machine a million years ago.

Suddenly, his eyes were cold, and Lin Huang suddenly thought of a question, what era did this Oneiroi Machine come from! If this Oneiroi Machine was a character from millions of years ago, then with his methods, why had he never heard of the name of this Oneiroi Machine when he was in the Hundred Saints Revolution Heaven 100,000 years ago. Or, the Oneiroi machine that exists in the heavens and all worlds is just a wisp of clone?

Too many thoughts rose in Lin Huang's mind, in the past 100,000 years, the Oneiroi Machine has been able to overwhelm the heavens and achieve the first place in the Divine Monument, no one can shake it, and the means are surging, but no one seems to know where he came from, no one knows where he comes from, and no one even knows what race this Oneiroi Machine is.

Mysterious. At this moment, Lin Huang discovered that this Oneiroi machine was so mysterious. Even Lin Huang thought about it carefully now, and found that he couldn't find any battle related to the Oneiroi Machine in his memory.

This person, as if he appeared out of thin air, came directly to the first place of the Divine Monument, but no one thought it was strange. Now that he thinks about it, Lin Huang feels a chill in his heart, speculating about what kind of magical power this Dream God Machine has, which can overwhelm the heavens and achieve the first place in the Divine Monument.

Don't say anything else. Whether it is the Great Zen Sage who wants to be a trinity and achieve the past, present, and future, or the original battle of cutting the future master with the Holy Law of Fighting and achieving the seventy-two clones, which one of them thinks to himself, he is afraid that he is not an opponent at this moment.

However, they have no opinion on the Oneiroi machine sitting firmly in the first place in the Divine Monument, and they think about it carefully. The horror of the Oneiroi machine is really chilling.

At this moment, not only the forest wilderness, but also the saints on the Wind Mountain were cold in their hearts, and they couldn't believe that they and the others knew such an earth-shattering secret today.

The Great Sage of Qingmei, the Great Zen Sage, Ah Rulai, turned out to be a trinity, the same person. And what are the nine future masters. It was even more unheard of, and in an instant, the saints on the Wind Mountain immediately felt that the water in this battlefield of all races was really deep.

Lin Huang's eyes were cold. Suppressing all kinds of tumbling thoughts in his heart, his eyes turned and fell on the saints on the Wind Mountain. Being looked at by Lin Huang's cold gaze, the living saints on this wind mountain were suddenly startled. Woke up from the shocking secret brought by the Qingmei Great Sage, his heart was bitter, and he knew that the Qingmei Great Sage walked simply. I'm afraid that I and the others won't be able to stop the forest barren at all.

It's a battle, it's a retreat!

The living saints on the Wind Mountain began to think, without the spiritual interference of the Qingmei Great Sage, these people knew that they were invincible, but they didn't want to die generously.

"That's it. This time, I admit it. Lin Huang, I really want to know if you can be as invincible as you are today against the Dream God Machine and the Great Zen Sage and others. ”

A great sage sighed, glanced at Lin Huang, stood up, turned around and jumped down the Wind Mountain, his voice was bitter, he knew that his trip to the battlefield of the Ten Thousand Races was over, maybe his cultivation path was also over from the moment he jumped off the Wind Mountain.

"The blade has to fight to the bone, and if you can't win against the water, you will die!

The Great Sage let out a long roar, but after all, he still didn't choose to retreat, stood up, and blasted a peerless blow towards Lin Huang. Lin Huang's eyes were indifferent, his head was slightly bowed, he raised his hand, clenched his fists, and slammed down.

Boom Boom!

The wind and clouds moved, thunder burst out, and the breeze fell with blood-colored raindrops, as if this cold nothingness was also sighing, sighing Another Tianjiao, another great sage, died under the fist of Lin Huang.

Lin Huang's eyes were indifferent, Tsing Yi was barefoot, with his hands on his back, trampling on the wind mountain, bloody rain and bloody wind, but he couldn't fall on him, his feet were long, spotless, and even a little green lotus rose, which seemed to praise Lin Huang.

The wind mountain began to shrink at a speed visible to the naked eye, blending into the Wanzhang Divine Mountain that Lin Huang controlled, a little Qinglan rose, and the Wanzhang Divine Mountain instantly expanded to 100,000 zhang tall, extremely steep, Lin Huang's eyes were indifferent, his face was expressionless, he reached out and grabbed it, and a piece of wind fragment fell into his hand.

Familiar with it, with the experience of refining the fragments of fire, this time seeing the fragments of wind, Lin Huang was not the slightest surprised, moved, sitting cross-legged on the top of the 100,000 zhang Divine Mountain, lonely and cold, only a little bit of Qinglan jumped in this dark nothingness, bright and uncertain, occasionally illuminating Lin Huang's figure.

Tsing Yi, a barefoot young man, handsome, with a resolute and invincible demeanor, in this dark nothingness, driving a hundred thousand zhang sacred mountain, rampage, lonely drifting, a future sword is inserted upside down in front of Lin Huang, cold light, flashing sword, making people's hearts palpitate.

Boom Boom!

In the dark nothingness, from time to time there are earth-shattering sounds, shaking the nothingness, the divine light flickering, flashing and extinguishing, it is in this vast cold nothingness like the starry sky, I don't know how many Tianjiao are competing, I don't know how many Tianjiao have fallen, and the body is dead.

The Night Saint's face was full of bitterness, he followed Lin Huang into this battlefield of ten thousand races, thinking that he would be able to find further creation, but he didn't expect that this place would be so terrifying.

This is a huge mountain like the sun and stars, and at the beginning of falling on this sun-like Sun God Mountain, the Night Saint was extremely excited, because he could feel the essence of the Sun God Mountain's Sun Avenue, the Sun Rule, for him, it was the best blessed land.

Even the newcomer Night Saint was ambitious, thinking that if he could retreat here for a thousand years, maybe even the forest wilderness would be able to fight.

Because the rippling sun rules on this Sun God Mountain like essence really made every great sage who cultivated the Sun Dao pound their hearts.

Unfortunately, this thought only lasted for a few days, or even a dozen days. The Night Saint didn't know very well, this battlefield of ten thousand races was too strange to detect the passage of time.

Anyway, just when the Night Saint was ambitious and opened up the cave, wanting to have a good understanding of the Sun Dao manifested on the Sun God Mountain, the battle started. It came suddenly, but it seemed to be expected by everyone.

The Night Saint was originally also a conceited person, after all, he was able to cultivate to the position of the Great Sage, which one was not a generation of Tianjiao, which made people look sideways, and there were hills and valleys in their hearts, but when the Night Saint witnessed a big battle, he suddenly palpitated.

Only then did I find out that in this battlefield of ten thousand races, the great sage who failed to take the third step was not even an ant, that is, the great sage who stepped out of the third step, did not survive the five changes of heaven and man, and did not even dare to approach the most central battlefield.

And the Night Saint suddenly bitterly found that his cultivation may not be at the bottom of this Sun God Mountain, but it is definitely not high.

It may be a good way to save your life, but most of the people who come and go on this Sun God Mountain are the great sages of the Celestial Race, and these great sages of the Celestial Race are extremely xenophobic, and they are hunting down and killing them, who are not the great sages of the Celestial Race.

And the battle that the Night Sage saw with his own eyes was a great sage of the third transformation, who was besieged and killed by many great sages of the Celestial Race. A generation of Tianjiao, ending like this, is really resentful.

The Night Saint let out a long breath of turbidity, carefully hiding his figure, and saw groups of Heavenly and Human Race Great Saints roaring past in the sky, wanton and arrogant, slandering a few words, crying bitterly in his heart, wondering whether to jump off this Sun God Mountain directly and leave here.

"There are three more little bugs, find them and kill them!"

Suddenly, an idea burst up, sweeping down the entire Sun God Mountain, and the Night Saint immediately restrained his breath, for fear of being discovered by this thought.

He knew who this person was, it was the ninth generation of the Holy Light Angel of the Celestial Race, an old antique tens of thousands of years ago, strong and terrifying, and he besieged the Three Transformations Great Sage that day, and it was this person who made a move, looking for an opportunity, and killed the Three Transformations Great Saint with one blow.

"As you wish!"

The Great Sage of the Celestial Race on the Sun God Mountain roared, and the white wings representing the Divine behind him flapped their fans, sprinkling immeasurable light and endless heat, and began to search the Sun God Mountain inch by inch, to find out the hidden Night Sage and others.

"Found you!"

The cold voice sounded in the ears of the Night Sage, and the Night Sage was shocked in his heart, and he didn't dare to slack off, and rose to the sky.

"I still want to escape! Desecrate the light, stand on trial!"

The Great Sage of the Celestial Race sneered, and shot directly, as if there was a sword of light in his hand, and a sword fell, as if it could judge sentient beings.

"Miller!"

The Night Sage roared, "If you Celestial Race really want to kill them all, you will never succeed! I am the Great Sage of the Desolate Alliance, if you kill me, you will never die with my Desolate Alliance, and the Alliance Master will not let you go!"

"Forest famine. ”

The great sage of the Celestial Race looked cold, the sword light froze, and the whole person was handsome and incomparable, shrouded in light, and the six pairs of wings behind him fluttered, as if the sun had fallen on his back.

"On that day, I saw him fighting with Kazuo Yamamoto, and it was not in my eyes. I didn't expect that today, someone would use him to press me! There is no hero at the time, let the shaft become famous! If he dares to come, there is only one way to die!"

With a sneer, this Great Sage of the Celestial Race turned out to be the Miller Holy Angel who witnessed the battle between Lin Huang and Kazuo Yamamoto that day. The Night Saint didn't mention the forest wilderness, and as soon as he mentioned the forest wilderness, the Miller Holy Angel was instantly a little angry.

At that time, Lin Huang, who was just a junior in his eyes, is today, how conceited Miller is, and he knows that he can't be Lin Huang's opponent. But it doesn't matter, the nine generations of Holy Light Angels are here, and the banner is directed to the Oneiroi machine, which will also fall under the sword of their celestial race. (To be continued......)