The world of the mind.

The battle spirit sat in the center, the surrounding space-time fog was full of sky, and the crystal raindrops hung in the void, and the dense number was innumerable.

At this moment, Qing Yanghuan closed his eyes, and a wave of wind appeared out of nothing in the spiritual world, it was very slow at first, and gradually the speed became faster and faster, and after ten breaths, it turned into a vortex centered on the central battle spirit.

The huge spiritual storm was derived, sweeping the entire spiritual world, and the spiritual mist and raindrops suspended in the spiritual world were all stirred by the vortex, and suddenly, the silent battle spirit woke up, opened its mouth and swallowed the spiritual power in the sky.

At this moment, he clearly felt that his battle spirit rose suddenly, and his spiritual will had a feeling of breaking through the shackles and seeing a new world, but the battle spirit did not make the slightest movement.

Since he was promoted to the Emperor Realm, his spiritual will has crossed from the Reincarnation Realm to the Manifestation Realm, and it has long been tenfold condensed, but because his own background is too strong, the spiritual will still seems to be a little weak when mobilizing the battle body.

Even at this moment, he condensed his spiritual will again, and still did not forcibly promote, he wanted a kind of naturalness when the water was full, just like a water tank filled with water, and after it was filled, it would naturally overflow to the outside, instead of half a tank of water forcibly banging and letting the water in the tank splash out.

What he pursues is this ultimate level of fullness, so that the spiritual will naturally breaks through the shackles of the realm.

The battle spirit swallowed up the spiritual power that swept away, and the soul body forged by the blue light seemed a little deeper, but it was still a little short of promotion.

"When I was promoted to the Emperor Realm, although I didn't deliberately cultivate my spiritual power, I still reached the level of manifestation, and I experienced life and death in the ancient battlefield, and my spiritual will was constantly in a tense state, which also made my spiritual will be tempered unconsciously, and I almost passed the middle stage of manifestation. ”

Suddenly, Qingyang Huan's eyes opened and closed, and he muttered.

In fact, when the spiritual will reaches the level of manifestation, the division is no longer so clear, and he says that it is only an estimate that he has exceeded the middle stage of manifestation.

"It seems that if you want to condense your battle spirit, you still need to fight. ”

Then, Qingyang Huan broke the cave mansion, walked through the thousands of white bones immortal true souls, and headed towards the depths of the ancient battlefield.

It's not easy to get such an opportunity to sharpen, once you get out of here, it's hard to find if you want to have such a good opportunity to sharpen your will, this time he is not picking opponents, and the immortal gods he encounters along the way are all fighting each other.

After slashing eighteen immortal gods in a row, Qingyang Huan met a flame god of war, ten feet tall and wearing divine armor, and his gestures led to the roar of the sky, and he could see the volcanoes rolling in the void, lava erupting, millions of miles of red land, and the lives of people were devastated.

"The pinnacle of the Emperor Realm. ”

Feeling the breath of the Flame God of War, Qing Yang Huan's heart moved, after fighting to the death in the ancient battlefield for so many years, he had already had a deep understanding of the immortal god form here.

Not only that, after so many years of accumulation, he himself also has a general range of judgments, such as the Flame God of War in front of him, which is placed in the Ancient Ten Thousand Realms in the later generations, which is enough to compare with the peak Daoyan Emperor Realm, and one step up is the Great Emperor's combat power.

It's just that this is an ancient battlefield, and all the existences are immortal undead, and many of the strong people who fell here were emperors of the world during their lifetimes.

The majesty of the imperial road, even if it is a wisp of the imperial road imprint remaining, the combat power it has is beyond imagination, many times even if it is just a broken mark, but in fact, it has the combat power comparable to the emperors of later generations.

In this ancient battlefield, the martial arts system of later generations is not completely applicable.

Therefore, after so many years of fighting, in order to facilitate himself, Qingyang Huan made a division of the immortal god-shaped combat power born here, of course, this is the division in his own heart.

Under the emperor realm, it is not counted, and it is not counted if he can't beat himself, based on his combat power when he entered the ancient battlefield, he took the lowest level as the benchmark, and divided the immortal god form here.

When he first entered the ancient battlefield, his combat power was similar to that of the flame mark god of war in front of him.

Therefore, he took himself as the benchmark, compared the combat power of the emperors and emperors of the ancient era of the later generations, and attributed those immortal true souls whose combat power surpassed the peak of the emperor realm and the great emperor of the later generations to the quasi-great emperor realm.

Further up, there are the lower Great Emperor Realm, the Middle Great Emperor Realm, the upper Great Emperor Realm, the Status Great Emperor Realm, the Heavenly Great Emperor Realm, etc., and the combat power corresponds to the combat power of the Great Emperor who relied on the ontological heritage in the later generations, such as ninety percent one to ninety percent five, ninety percent six to ninety percent eight, ninety percent nine, and ten percent in the ancient era.

Thundered!

Now this flame god of war is no longer the enemy of Qingyang Huan's punch, he stepped into the air and volleyed towards the depths of the ancient battlefield, and a ten-zhang god of war behind him exploded, turning into a three-foot-sized immortal soul and returning to the battlefield.

The reason why the combat power is divided so carefully is that the most important thing is that in order to fight and run, it is fundamental to save your life.

Now he can burst out of ninety percent of his body's combat power, but because he has not attracted the magic of battle, he cannot have the peak increase in combat power.

Even so, because of his own majestic heritage, the combat power he has is enough to be comparable to the combat power of the upper emperor realm, and these years of tempering have given him a supreme confidence, even after returning to the next generation, he has the power to fight in the face of the Holy Clan Mingtong Emperor.

This is not a fantasy, but the confidence he has accumulated over the years, and he is also wondering if there is something wrong with the division of the martial arts realm in later generations, and why there is such a big deviation.

This doubt flickered in his mind, and the most important thing at the moment was to condense his spiritual will.

......

A hundred years later, Qingyang Huan dragged his stone spear out of the ancient battlefield, and every step on the stone mountain blood and bones brought people an illusory and unreal feeling, and a hazy figure constantly flashed in the battle body.

Suddenly, the hazy figure that was constantly floating in the flesh and blood gradually condensed, and there was a separation from the battle body, and a figure exactly like Qingyang Huan appeared, looking full of energy, and the aura of the heavenly court flickered, just like the real body of flesh and blood.

The Spirit of War is revealed!

After hundreds of years of continuous battles against the Immortal God Form, hundreds of times of escaping death, and his spirit was constantly under high pressure, he finally made his spiritual will transform again and reached the peak of the Manifestation Realm.

The battle spirit is no different from the deity, it can manifest instantaneously hundreds of millions of miles away, of course, Qingyang Huan doesn't dare to try it here, if he accidentally runs into the center of the battlefield, he will burp.

......

After another ten years, in a white bone cave mansion outside the edge of the ancient battlefield, Qingyang Huan sat cross-legged, and at this moment, his eyebrows were as tight as a mountain peak, and he seemed to have encountered a difficulty.

"Nine out of nine!"

Suddenly, Qingyang Huan's eyes opened and closed, and after the battle soul appeared, the scene of controlling ten percent of the battle body that he expected did not appear, and in the depths of his body, the blood light of hundreds of Blood Yuan Realms was dim, like an extinct volcano, no matter how the thirteen gods were mobilized, they were all as silent as death.

Now in his body, the thirteen god forms are like ancient divine beasts, standing on the 108,000 blood yuan realm, the dao patterns are concluded, and the blood is like a dragon, even if one of these god forms falls to the next generation, it will cause the emperor to rob madly.

"No, there should be something wrong somewhere, the Thirteen Divine Treasures are the foundation of the casting. ”

Immediately after Qingyang Huan fell into silence again, the ancient battlefield has always been operating according to the ancient laws, and every once in a while, a figure of destruction will appear, returning this ancient reckless battlefield to peace.

"Hey, Ah Huan, you are a fool, you are thirteen to one, you are one, in vain, you are still evolving the Dao of the Heavens, and the Dao is going to one place, not to mention your battle body, you are a fool. ”

In the void of time and space, Gu Buxian scolded, and the void in front of him was like a mirror image, manifesting Qingyang Huan's cultivation scene.

"Thirteen to one, ten percent of the battle body leads to the magic of war, and the combat power increases to thirteen percent and points to the peak of the emperor, ascending to the position of the emperor of heaven, quickly fusing the gods, hurry, you are going to be angry with the turtle." ”

"Whew......"

The little white tiger was still that size, but the snow-white feathers on its back were as bright as platinum, and it woke up from its slumber and glanced at the picture in the mirror.

"The Emperor of Eternity, there can't be one in a generation, can he? ”

"Little long worm, you remove the word '?', otherwise the turtle master will beat you. ”

"Big brother, you've changed. ”

The white tiger opened its mouth and fell into a slumber again.

......

"With the blood of our human race as the foundation, the battle body as the furnace, melt!"

......

"Good, good job!"

In the void of time and space, Gu Buxian saw the blazing heat bursting out of Qingyang Huan's body, and he couldn't help but applaud loudly, shaking the little white tiger sleeping next to him.

"What. ”

"It's okay, you go back to sleep. ”

......

In the ancient battlefield, Qingyang Huan's battle body burned like an oven, but the spiritual world was as plain as a mirror without waves, and at this moment his spiritual world was peaceful, resisting the intrusion of seven emotions and six desires.

He wants to dissolve all shackles, embrace all rivers, embrace the universe, and not be swayed by any blood power and Taoism.

"Roar, roar, roar!"

"Aung Aung Ang!"

......

In a trance, his battle body turned into an ancient time and space, ten thousand beasts surged, and the divine beast god form in the thirteen divine treasures stepped out of the blood yuan realm, roaring in the sky, and the phantom of the five holy beasts behind him also manifested.

The unknown innate Xuanhuang small world in the battle body evolved, and the Chaos Anode Thunder Wood caused thousands of thunder dragons to fall, turning into a vast sea of thunder.

The big dragon bone of the spine trembled, like a real divine dragon breaking out of its body, and the whole body was as bright as a god, rendering blue blood, like an ancient beast king awakening.

"Burn!"

Suddenly, a thunderous sound spit out from the mouth of Qingyang Huan, who was silent, and in an instant, the 108,000 Blood Yuan Realms in the whole body burst violently, and the 108,000 blood qi rivers rolled together.

In the ocean of blood and qi gathered, there are thirteen Tibetan divine beasts, the five elephant gods of the Heavenly Dao, and the innate Xuanhuang small world......

Soon, a raging flame ignited from one place, and then the sky was full of fire, melting everything in.

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