The sound of heaven is like a tide, constantly impacting Zhaoming, as if there are thousands of sharp blades, peeling off from his body inch by inch of his flesh, and blood is splattering.

"Do you think that my appearance is offensive to your divine power and wants to change my appearance?" Zhao Ming yelled, "Come on, don't think I want to look like this." You, the culprit who caused my demon clan to be displaced for eternity, if I don't die, I will definitely kill you one day. ”

He knew that he was saying that this was pure hysteria and could not be realized at all, but the arrogance in his heart made him can't help but shout out arrogantly.

The arrogant words made the Wu clan angry, but looking at the huge Pangu face in the air that was exactly the same as Pangu's, it felt incredible.

And the Pangu face in the sky, like the image of the sky, seemed to be angered by Zhaoming's words, the sound of sound waves was even louder, and the flesh and blood were flying, as if snowflakes fell from the nine heavens and turned into a river of blood.

The wrath of the sky, how can it only punish the flesh, and in the sound of the tide, it is even more turned into pieces of Dao sound, attacking Zhaoming with great divine might, wanting to destroy its primordial spirit.

"Buzz!"

As if the bell was ringing, the stone was shattered, and Mo said that the first Zhao Ming was the witch clan of the entire Colosseum who was also affected. The Wu clan below the Golden Immortal Realm fell to their knees, and the Golden Immortal Wu Clan was also struggling to support it.

"What kind of catastrophe is this!"

Meng Huai was stunned and inexplicable, he had never heard of such a situation in the Heavenly Tribulation. His desire to kill Zhaoming was already extremely strong, but because of the appearance of Pangu in the sky, he didn't dare to do anything at all, so he could only continue to wait on the sidelines.

This is true for everyone else, not to mention Zhaoming himself. Carrying tens of thousands of mountains, he was forced to the ground from the catastrophe, his knees trembled, his seven orifices were bleeding, and he couldn't even breathe.

Facing something too much stronger than yourself. Living beings can't help but kneel down and pray for protection. This is true of the Wu Clan, and so is Zhaoming's physical instincts.

This is the image of the sky, exuding the power of the sky, how can he resist a golden immortal, his knees have begun to weaken. Even bent and want to kneel in general.

"You don't want me to give in!"

Zhaoming roared, intending to destroy his feet with a true qi explosion like he did in the foothills, so as to avoid the humiliation of kneeling. But at this time, he was suppressed by the power of the Heavenly Tribulation, and his physical true qi seemed to be a little uncontrollable, and his instinct generally operated on his own to resist this external oppression, and he couldn't do what he wanted to do at all.

Won't kneel, never kneel. The heart roared loudly, like a fierce tiger roaring in the mountains and forests. Resounding through the heavens and the earth.

"Ahh

There was a loud roar, and blood burst from his knees. This is a contest of wills, a battle of spiritual power, and it is actually a battle of flesh and blood. The terrifying coercion didn't just affect people, even the Colosseum had a lot of cracks. This place, which had been set up by the high priest of the Wu clan, could not ignore such coercion.

"Buzz!"

The sound of the sky is endless, manpower is sometimes poor, and Zhaoming has reached the end of the strong crossbow. Even if his eyes widened, he could only watch helplessly as his knees bent. Will kneel.

The spiritual power is like a lake, and the sound of the sky is like a scorching sun, which is about to dry the lake, and the ground is now dry.

"Ahh

The unwilling roar, bitter and painful, made the Wu clan frightened. Seeing that it can no longer be supported. There was a sudden "buzz" in his mind, and the powerful spiritual power of the ownerless seemed to be touched by the wrath of the sky, and it moved on its own.

Meandering, it was connected with the original god of Zhaoming. It was as if the vast ocean and the small lake were connected together, and a vast spiritual power poured into the Zhaoming Yuan Shen like a tide.

Chidi Qianli. The torrential rain is pouring down, and the long-term drought is raining, Zhaoming is like a big fish that is about to die of thirst desperately swallowing up this rain from the hard, quickly recovering, and regaining vitality.

The wrath of the sky, the domineering and unparalleled, and the unnamed spiritual power are extremely powerful, and the two started a unimaginable duel with the help of Zhaoming's primordial god, competing with each other.

Hold your teeth tight, hold the black sun in your hand, and fly towards the sky little by little under the huge pressure. The vicissitudes of the sea, Fang shows the true character of the hero, and going against the current, which is what Tianjiao does.

One meter, two meters...... In a few moments, it was finally in the sky again.

"Ahh

Seeing Zhaoming roaring again, the refreshing feeling of death and life made him can't help but vent loudly.

"Click!"

Vaguely, it was as if something had been shattered in his mind, and Rin's magic worked on its own. With the help of the wrath of the sky and the spiritual power of the unnamed primordial god, an indescribable terrifying coercion emerged from Zhaoming's body.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The sound of kneeling on the ground came and went, and the witch clan of the entire Colosseum finally couldn't hold on, and in the face of this terrifying coercion, they all chose to give in. This is the instinct of life, and the only thing that can resist is the will, the will of oneself.

At this time, with the help of those two spiritual powers that did not belong to him, Zhaoming became like a demon emperor of the world, which made people unable to resist.

"Ha Lu Ha

Even though he was covered in bruises, he couldn't stop the comfort in Zhaoming's heart at this moment.

More than 100,000 Wu clans knelt at his feet, and what he could only dream of in his dreams happened in front of him, which made him feel more relieved than the massacre of tens of thousands of Wu clans in Tianlu Mountain.

It's easy to kill, but it's hard to kneel.

Xiang Zhe, Bai Ming, Tong Biaohu...... Many outstanding disciples who had fought with Zhaoming before were not spared, and knelt on the ground uncontrollably.

Even though he was unwilling in his heart, the anger of that day was like that caused by Pangu. It was a faith they had worshiped for millions of years, so ingrained that they could not resist.

For a while, in addition to Zhaoming, only Meng Huai could stand in the entire Colosseum. But even he didn't feel well, his legs trembled, and he couldn't move, but he was just holding on with his own strength.

Zhaoming's laughter made him feel a great shame, and he hated to slap the other party to death, but he couldn't do it at the moment, so he could only hold himself up so that he wouldn't lose his temper.

"Meng Huai, do you see, you Wu clan, kneel at my feet like a beast!" Zhao Ming Da Lu smiled: "Even if you can hold on, one day, I will make your entire Wu clan kneel at my feet like today...... Beggar for mercy!"

In the midst of Da Lu's laughter, the battle between the wrath of the sky and the unnamed primordial god was nearing its end. Even though Zhaoming's body is still full of flesh and blood, the mental pressure is getting smaller and smaller.

"Buzz!"

The sound of the sky continued, and a similar voice sounded in Zhaoming's mind. The primordial spirit in the upper dantian turned into a wisp of flame, passed through the meridians, and directly entered the Purple Mansion. This is the first sign of the achievement of the Golden Immortal Realm, and the Yuan Shen has entered the Purple Mansion.

The dantian is like a lake, the purple mansion is like the sea, and the primordial spirit passes through the rivers and rivers into the vast sea, and from then on, the sky is high and the sea is wide, and the future is unlimited, which is also one of the reasons why the cultivation world regards the golden immortal as a vital realm in the cultivation world.

The physical body is damaged, but it can still be recovered, and the original spirit is injured, it is impossible to escape. Entering the Purple Mansion, the Yuan Shen is more powerful, and the spiritual power has become more extraordinary.

"Ahh

Zhao Ming couldn't help but shout, he longed for strength, and he had never been so eager for strength as he was today.

In this era of barren smoke and war, there is not enough strength, and even if you die, you can't choose freely. He wants to break all this and make himself stronger little by little, until he breaks the status quo of the demon race.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

A roaring sound sounded, and the thunder in Zhaoming's body rolled, like a dragon roaring, and it was endless.

A powerful essence appeared around the body, surrounded by three weeks, dissolved into the body, and then poured into the purple mansion like a tide along the meridians.

A rapidly circling vortex appeared above the primordial spirit, frantically absorbing this powerful essence. This is the breath of life, hidden in the source of life of living beings and in all corners of the body, and it is difficult to find it at ordinary times.

At this moment, he was about to advance to the Golden Immortal Realm, forcing out this power that he had never felt before, and truly becoming a part of his own cultivation.

The whirlpool spun faster and faster, absorbing more and more essence. After a long time, it turned into reality, and it actually condensed into a small dancing flower of flames.

The first of the three flowers on top, the flower of essence. After successful condensation, the vitality is more powerful, and the physical body is further advanced.

The injuries on his body recovered rapidly, and under his skin, flames were like small dragons dancing wildly, making him feel that his whole body was full of strength and was about to vent.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

There was a sound of shattering in the void, and the prohibition of the Colosseum began to tremble with this sound, and between the shaking, it could be seen that there was a feeling of broken glass everywhere.

The power of the Heavenly Tribulation is a rule, the rule of the Heavenly Dao, and no one can change it under the Heavenly Dao. Even the prohibition laid by the high priest could not resist it.

However, under normal circumstances, it can only be penetrated, and at this time, because of the contest between the Voice of Heaven and the Unnamed Yuan God, there was a large area of shattering here.

"Ahh

A loud roar, breathing through the sky. Zhaoming successfully crossed the tribulation and entered the Golden Immortal Realm, and the amount of strength consumed and the injuries on his body were completely recovered. At this time, the power of the Heavenly Tribulation had just come to an end, the sound of the sky dissipated, and the clouds in the sky were all shattered by this roar.

The entire Colosseum witch clan was even more shocked and trembled. How did they see those at this time, and their first feeling was as if Zhaoming had killed the Pangu statue in the sky.

Pangu is unparalleled in the world, and no one can kill him, except for ...... Himself.

The eyes of all the Wu clans looking at Zhaoming changed greatly, and there was even more fear in the shock, even the Wu clan in the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm and even the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm was no exception, although it was just a demon clan that had just entered the Golden Immortal Realm.

The power of the Tribulation is gone, and the wrath of the heavens is gone. The unnamed primordial god was not conscious in the first place, but was triggered by the same powerful force. When this external force disappears, it will naturally return to calm.

Without the two unconscious but terrifying existences, Zhaoming's coercion gradually disappeared. Although the effect of Rin's magic is still there, it is simply not worth mentioning compared to before.

The mountain that pressed on the hearts of all the witches was removed a lot, and the body gradually returned to normal.

"Give me death!"

Meng Huai regained his freedom, shouted and killed Zhaoming.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, the entire Colosseum shook, the floor shattered, and a golden heavenly knife slashed out directly from the underground prison. (To be continued......)