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The sound wave exploded in front of Dashi Mountain.

In the Dashi Mountain formation, everyone's hearts were shaken, and when they looked up, they saw four people fighting fiercely in a sea of ​​blood, and the fighting was unprecedentedly fierce.

"You wait to send a message to King Yuanyang!"

As the formation buzzed, two figures, one tall and one short, had already stepped into the air, holding the Seal King Lingbao and slammed into the sea of ​​blood.

More than two people, many of the masters who came to watch the battle this time saw Yuan Duxiu holding three pieces of Fengwang Lingbao and wearing Fengwang's magic clothes all falling behind.

After the discoloration, they all shot.

In fact, the moment the great formation enveloped Dashi Mountain, someone had already arrived in front of the Tongtian Tower.

"Senior, outside..."

The real disciple was interrupted by Ying San as soon as he said a word.

"The old man is not blind."

Ying San lifted his eyelids and glanced at the disciple with a slightly muddy eye: "I can see it."

"Uh......"

The disciple had been extremely urgent, but when he heard such an answer, he was suddenly at a loss and didn't know what to say.

"Well, you can step back and keep the formation from being corroded. Although this formation is powerful, it won't be harmful in a short time."

Ying Sany waved his hand, and the disciple involuntarily withdrew from the smoky space.

"What exactly does King Yuanyang want to do..."

Ying San muttered to himself, but the person had disappeared in front of the tower gate.

In the next instant, he had already arrived in the Tongtian Tower.

This is a gloomy and dark space, as deep as the night sky, like a starry sky, and from here, you can see rows of mysterious yellow steps rising to the sky.

Those are steps, but not just steps.

In the mysterious yellow divine light, there are mountains and rivers, birds and beasts, clouds, and people.

It is like the cave sky, but it is much bigger than the cave sky.

It seemed as if someone had intercepted pieces of heaven and earth with supreme magic power and put them into it.

Ying San stopped in the void, staring away, faintly visible flashing light on the first step before the tower gate.

With a move of eyes, he shook his head slightly:

"These little guys have the talents, but unfortunately they are too late. If they don't work together, I'm afraid they will not be able to pass the level of King Xiao Ming..."

He saw clearly.

Many Tianjiao in the first step naturally understand this truth.

But the wind is fierce in front of them and they draw against King Xiao Ming, how could they join forces?

Isn't this a tacit understanding that he is not as strong as the wind?

For many aspiring Tianjiao, this is even more difficult to accept than the embarrassing escape from being beaten by King Xiao Ming.

"The Overlord Imperial Court was almost created by King Xiao Ming. Such characters are rare in ancient and modern times. Although these juniors are amazing and amazing, they can't wait for the fire. If you want to fight King Xiao Ming, naturally you can't!"

The dragon roars loudly:

"The ancient and modern powerhouses, some are stronger than ten thousand methods, some are stronger than Dongtian, Xiao Ming Wang's ten Dongtian Taoist cultivation to the absolute top, even when he was entrusted with the marquis, the same level is almost invincible."

A pair of eyes lit up in the void, and Ao Guanglong's body was lying in the void, like mountains undulating.

Ying San first nodded, but then sighed: "Now I know that my human race is so powerful."

"Ok?"

Ao Guangxin was puzzled by the burning gun smoke from his nostrils.

Ying San laughed again: "Between non-human races, after all, there are some feelings, even if they are not of the same race, they also have a tendency."

"Old Ghost!"

Ao Guang's eyes were blazing, his breath rose and fell again: "King Xiao Ming is the supreme disciple of your human race, can it not be called strong?"

"What the old man said that Xiao Ming Wang is not strong?"

Ying San ignored the paving Longwei, took a step forward, and disappeared into the void:

"Ancient and modern heroes are difficult to be superior, and it is meaningless to lift and demean anyone. King Xiao Ming is tyrannical, and the sky can be repaired to the sky, but the nine levels of Guanglong supreme are superb. King Xiao Ming can only cultivate to one level. In the present world, the overlord The junior of the court.

However, if the realms are of the same level, King Xiao Ming..."

The voice drifted.

Ying and the three of them disappeared, and Ao Guang's aura calmed down. He glanced at the ‘first-order’ who were chased by King Xiao Ming, who had no way to enter the earth.

‘Hey’ laughed: "Fight harder!"

Thirty-six steps in the Tongtian Tower.

Ying San stepped past, but could not move, shuttled, could only walk by one step, and also witnessed the scene among the square steps.

He followed An Qi for thousands of years and witnessed the creation of the Tongtian Pagoda with his own eyes. There was endless shock in his heart, and he still doesn't know how all this was done.

Even if he knew what was going on.

These thirty-six levels of Tongtian Pagoda not only represent the uncompleted thirty-six heavens, but also contain the thirty-six paragraphs taken from the'dream' when the Yuanyang king's'great dream is everlasting'. Dreamland'.

Overlord Xiaoming King...Feng Clan Yan Changge...Dragon Clan Great Heavenly King...Middle ancient kings, ancient families...

It was too strange to see with my own eyes a great power who had left traces in the river of time and the arrogance of this world.

Dreamlike.

At the same time that Yingsan felt deeply moved, he also had a deeper awe of the Yuanyang King.

Is this kind of power really possible in the Heavenly Transcendent Realm?

Ying San, who has personally experienced it, is very clear that it is by no means an illusion outlined by illusion, but more like a projection cast from the river of years.

Huhu~

The void ripples spread.

Ying San quickly stepped over the thirty-six steps, his vision suddenly widened, and light followed.

Above the steps are rolling mountains.

Among them, there are thousands of mountains and beasts running, the grass and trees are shaded, the clear water is gurgling, and the scenery is excellent.

Ying San looked at it and saw An Qisheng's back lying lying in front of the stone under a **** waterfall, as well as the black-haired, sturdy and unusually strong "Screaming Moon Greedy Wolf".

In front of him, there was a stone tablet floating, and the extremely abstract, extremely difficult to understand picture scroll, as well as the vague and missing handwriting were faintly visible.

"The King of Yuanyang."

Stepping out and approaching, Ying San slightly arched his hands: "Have you seen what happened outside?"

The Taoist master is a teacher, although he is older, but Ying San is very respectful, and does not even conceal his awe.

This is not only because he helped himself to'live the second life', but also because of his high morality and respect for the Taoism, it is natural for practitioners to be normal.

"I saw it."

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, the clear water greeted his eyes, but his eyes were dark and deep: "The blood formation is not bad."

"Then you?"

Ying San is a bit strange, but he is very clear about the temperament of the Yuanyang King, and there is absolutely no such expert who deliberately fails to'honed' the younger generation.

"The one I'm waiting for has a future."

An Qisheng sat up slowly, the light in the depths of his eyes slowly disappeared, as if waking up from a dream, stretched his arms: "If you can't even handle this, what if you don't have me?"

"Ok?"

Ying San's heart was shaken: "Without you? Where are you going?"

"If you come and go, how can there be a banquet that lasts?"

An Qisheng exhaled a deep breath, blowing the clear water of the eight thousand miles in front of him. With a flick, a spirit fish floated up.

Then it fell, splashing. Asxs. A little ripple:

"Just like this fish, when the water comes out for a while, it will eventually fall into the lake."

A thousand years is not a short time.

Not to mention that he used the method of dreaming to "dream back to the eternal" with the help of many enshrined spirit treasures and even supreme treasures.

Crossing the various realms, this was the longest retreat he had experienced.

But this is not because he really wants to retreat for so long, but because he has hidden worries in it.

This hidden worry is not a cosmic catastrophe that is extremely likely to destroy everything in the future.

Rather, he could not stay in the Ten Thousand Sun Realm for long.

Whether it is a dream or a dream, there is a limit after all, and it is impossible to stay endlessly.

It is a dream, after all, there is a time to wake up.

The amount of power he expended to enter the world of dreams was 1867,000 points, and the limit he could dream into was 1,867 years.

One year will not be more, a year will not be less.

He has come to this world for more than a thousand years, and what he can stay in is only 800 years.

And the future he saw, the calamity that destroyed everything, still has more than eight thousand years of age!

In this retreat, he sorted out the Taoism, forged thirty-six days, gathered one thousand years of practice, and also for the purpose of staying longer.

At least, we need to see what the so-called destruction in the future is.

He has a clue, but he is not completely sure. If he is careless, he will leave in eight hundred years, and then everything will return to the original path.

The destruction came as scheduled, Yuan Duxiu, Miao Meng sacrificed himself and brought him back. In the end, he fought fiercely against the unknown enemy in all the space of destruction.

The more you practice, UU reads www. Uukanshu.com An Qisheng felt deeply, time and space resounded like a long river, subtle changes, and the general situation is difficult to change.

Sooner or later it should come...

"but......."

Ying San had a throbbing heart for some reason.

When An Qisheng talked about leaving, he seemed to perceive something faintly.

This feeling was so real, it made him feel like a dark cloud.

Just ask and tell how you feel.

"The secret of heaven is vast, and the change of heaven may not really be the great world, and it may also be the prelude to the great catastrophe. Everything is indescribable."

An Qisheng casually moved, and the stone tablet with other traces of the "Dao Yitu Master" on the other side shrank into a card and fell into his hand:

"What you perceive, can be true or false, maybe it is the interaction between heaven and earth, or it may be the calculation of the universe, who can say it clearly?"

"Through the heavenly realm, it can spread its thoughts with the help of heavenly secrets, but it can't affect me."

Ying San shook his head.

Thousands of years ago, he had cultivated Feng Hou Jue Dian. For thousands of years to the present, even if he had not crossed that threshold, he would never be easily confused by others without knowing it.

Yingsan's heart was a little heavy for no reason: "If you say you want to leave, the secret of heaven will have a sense, maybe..."

In the second half of the sentence, Ying San did not say anything, but pointed to the sky.

‘Maybe, God doesn’t want you to go...’

An Qisheng was noncommittal, put away the stone tablet, and lay down again, seemingly still asleep.

"The formation is strange and weird, if you don't take action, I'm afraid..."

Ying San sighed.

An Qisheng used his arms as a pillow, his eyelids drooped, covering his deep eyes:

"No one is indispensable, I may not have to go, but they have to adapt...the world without Yuanyang..."