When Yue Wushuang, Luo Xingchen, and Li Xuan were talking and laughing freely, Li Dong was concentrating on enlightenment, and there was a loud noise not far away.
"Gu Baihong! Why do you become a great saint faster than me! Your realm is not as good as mine! Are you opportunistic?"
"Wu Yinlong, you don't want to enlighten the way, there will be no end. Quickly get out of the way, otherwise, don't blame me for making you unable to walk."
"Do you dare to do it here? Everlasting Forest! No one is allowed to destroy it, you try?"
"Then you just shut up! Can you?"
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The strong fight, Luo Xingchen and the others can't help but run to persuade the fight.
After some persuasion, Wu Yinlong suppressed his temper, and Gu Baihong restrained his fighting spirit and left in peace.
Although there are many strong masters in the Baichuan Continent, Wu Yinlong and Gu Baihong are among the best.
Of course, there are Li Sheng Han Tao, Sword Sage Shao Feng, Promise Sword Sage, all belong to the leader level.
Five of them, added together, are called the Five Tigers of the Baichuan Continent.
Everyone's strength is comparable to the great sage, or has become a great sage.
So far, no one in the spirit world has been able to figure out the wonderful changes in the Baichuan Continent.
This is all thanks to Yue Wushuang.
Speaking of Yue Wushuang, her cultivation level has jumped from the fifth calamity to the seventh calamity in the past ten years. The condensed imperial flames can burn directly even the tenth calamity.
In the world, who is the fastest in cultivation, Luo Xingchen only admires his daughter-in-law, no one can compare, cultivation is like eating and drinking water.
Moreover, Yue Wushuang has reached a new level of fusion of the origin, so he can integrate hundreds of high-level planes, and now the Baichuan Continent still respects her as the mistress of the world, the mother of the world.
The entire Baichuan Continent can no longer be called a high-level plane. People redefined it, and a new term was born—quasi-super-plane!
It is said to be a quasi-super-plane, just because its territory is not as large as the super-plane, it is still suppressed by the heavens, and it is controlled at the level of a half-step true god.
The real super plane is not suppressed by heaven.
The uniqueness of the Baichuan Continent has attracted countless people from all directions to visit, and it has become a great mystery in the spiritual world.
Every time those evildoers gather in a pile to visit, it is inevitable to give the young people of the Tianhuang Temple a trial, and the opportunity to strike while the iron is hot.
Luo Xingchen doesn't need to worry about their cultivation problems at all. Tianhuang Palace has its own famous teacher to give guidance. Although some people are not strong, but along the way, the experienced, absolute famous teacher, and the apprentices taught are blue and blue.
Among them, the two who satisfied Luo Xingchen most were Wu Yuanzhang and Xue Hen.
He seems to only want to live together with Yue Wushuang now, not paying attention to other things.
The Hundred Rivers Continent is the place where luck and luck gather, arrogantly invade the world, rule the roost in all directions, and cultivate a new generation of evildoers, which can almost compete with the Taoism of Zhou Tiange's lunatics.
Luo Xingchen’s behavior is quite unusual. For example, Jialou of the Golden Winged Dapeng clan, Jialou Changyin, and Jialou broke the sky, repeatedly challenged him, but he refused behind closed doors. Yin Yang Feng Yang Qionghai had come to visit, but he declined , I couldn't even see each other.
He seems to have become a reclusive expert, the dragon sees no end, and wants to hide, no one can find it.
Luo Xingchen's friends have long been familiar with these things. People who know him don't think too much, and those who don't know him will only speculate wildly. There are many rumors about Luo Xingchen in the world.
The version of the Dapeng clan: Luo Xingchen is deliberately hiding his strength, keeping a low profile, and preparing to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger.
Nine Emperor Peaks version: Luo Xingchen is the chosen son of Heaven, favored by God, arrogant, and disdainful to fight these so-called evildoers.
Zhou Tiange's version: Luo Xingchen is actually dead long ago, so I persuade those who come to challenge to give up...
Luo Xingchen's trail became a little mysterious and unpredictable, and even life and death became a problem.
Luo Xingchen often heard these rumors that made him laugh and cry, but his senior brothers were the most ruthless, and even cursed him, making him speechless and dumbfounding.
However, Zhou Tiange's method is the most effective. Since the announcement of Luo Xingchen's death, the Baichuan Continent has become much quieter.
Let it be the wind and rain outside, let him thunder in all directions, and the sky will fall apart, Luo Xingchen no longer asks, he doesn't care anymore, because he has seen the strength and talent of his friends, which one is not extraordinary luck.
Like Ling Ying, recently teamed up with Yu Wentao, Qi Lin and Yao Ren to launch a thieves operation, sweeping the Quartet, training a group of new tomb robbers, earning a lot of money, even a thousand space rings can’t fit. For most of the spiritual world, they have to do everything possible to guard against their hunger and cold, so that they are overwhelmed and unable to sleep.
Some people work hard to cultivate and stay focused, while others start thinking about how to get rich.
His friends, there are so many evildoers and many strange things, even if he doesn't make a move, there is no worries about the future.
This is the story of Baichuan Continent. A group of evildoers knocked on the door of a new era...
Green mountains and green waters, five finger peaks.
This mountain was cut into five fingers by a powerful person with a light blade.
The so-called Mighty Man refers to a Tianjiao who has long since disappeared. When he became famous, Zi Qingtian, Absolute God, and Mo Yin had not yet been born.
Motian, standing above the Five Fingers Peak, he likes this kind of environment, this kind of fragrant smell.
Sitting cross-legged in the air, full of momentum, forming two extreme element diffusion.
One is the supreme fairy rhyme, and the other is the blood-red devil sea of ultimate killing.
Motian, a fellow practitioner of the immortal demon, is willing to be immortal in this life, not happy, and also willing to be the nine-day true demon.
His strength is the great sage, the perfect body, the perfect law, the artistic conception of life, the speed road, the fire road, the water channel, the yin and yang road, the blood abyss magic road, the meaning of the mountain, the dance of wind, the vitality of wood, and the golden Su Ge.
Each of them can be repaired to perfection by him.
Motian has always been arrogant and arrogant. Since being taken in by that old beggar, he, an orphan, has walked a road against the sky. He has seven lives and seven deaths, achieved ten calamities in two thousand years, and entered the domain of master in three thousand years. This record has been maintained until now , For the time being, no one can break it.
He has also heard about things big and small in the spirit world, but he never asks about it. Whether it's an evil race or a scourge, he has never met, he hasn't seen the horror of the other party, and the latter can't even touch his shadow.
The magic door knocked his head, ten thousand years, with a flick of his finger!
Who belongs to the general trend of the world
Nine heavens and ten earths, among my peers, who would dare to fight with me
It's just that Motian doesn't care how strong his strength is. He is muttering to himself, thinking about a question that has been lingering in his mind for a long time.
Speak lightly, utter the words into a seal, the words are mantra, there is no way!
Immortal and demonic fellow practitioners, Motian, is a madman in nine heavens and ten earths.
Unwilling to be a man or a demon, what exactly does he want
"Why do I practice? No matter how strong I am, what's the point? Even if I become a true god, I can find what I want?"
With a confused heart, even so, Motian's cultivation progress is still unimpeded.
From this life to the present, he has no friends, no confidants, no masters, no elders, just like popping out from a crack in a rock, and he can't find the meaning of existence.
Why did you try your best to break into the enemy and achieve fame, but was accused of rebellion by the seniors of the human race
Why did those people of the Demon Race accept him on the surface and make friends with him, but in the end they will oppose the generals and use him as a bait to induce a catastrophic battle between the two races of humans and demons.
Who really cares about him? Is there such a person
He shook his head slightly, perhaps, it didn't exist at all.
Born lonely and cold, Mo Tian's strength has nothing to do with blood. He is like Luo Xingchen, without blood. His cultivation speed depends on his ambition, his heart is higher than the sky, and he regards the sea of qi as a spirit gathering formation. , To absorb a steady stream of energy, as long as he comprehends the Tao, he must comprehend each one to the extreme.
At this moment, the aura that erupted from him seemed to induce thunder punishment.
But the realm of the realm should not face thunder punishment, the clouds in the sky, dark purple, a little abnormal.
There are two possibilities for purple, one is the ancestral spirit of human beings, and the other is the spirit of the most evil.
He is not an evil race, he himself knows that it is the purple qi coming from the east, and he is about to become the supreme emperor.
A series of purple clouds and thunders, turned into a row of mine beams, fell on him.
With a flick of his finger, the countless power of the ultimate law shot out, smashing and piercing these world-destroying thunders one by one.
At this time, some memory fragments suddenly appeared in his mind.
It was a cold winter. He was ragged, trembling in the cold wind, and frozen half dead. The old beggar put on a broken quilt for him and gave him food. He gobbled it up and regained his new life, with little gratitude.
The old beggar opened his mouth and said a few words to him. After many years, those few words finally turned from vague memory to clear and thorough: "You, after the real demon, are also the blood of the fairy king.
However, your blood has long been lost and you can only rely on yourself.
Who is the head of the supreme world? The four great origin realms—the ancient realm, the true demon realm, the infernal realm, and... the immortal realm!
The great realm of the ancient sky, bred gods, opened up the world, the real demon world, there are eternal real demons, and enter the way by killing!
Hell has no boundaries, with the death god Mingjun, the corpse mountain and the sea of blood, cultivating the way of death, and fascinating.
The immortal realm, the establishment of the immortal mansion, is supreme and unrestrained. The four origin realms stand side by side, second only to the ancient rules, and replace the rules of the supreme god to manage the world.
You need to become strong and resolve a grudge.
You can realize your own way and taste the sufferings of the world before you can prove the way.
Due to conflicts and conflicts between the real demon world and the great ancient world, a war that was unique for hundreds of millions of years broke out. Originally, both worlds were greatly injured. Unexpectedly, hell has no boundaries, dormant for countless epochs, recharged, and took advantage of chaos , They gave birth to the rule god! Fortunately, the supreme rule came forward to stop it, but the source world, after all, had to rely on its own strength, the rule god, immortal, could only seal him.
You should also do your part! If you want to zoom in, your path is too long. The so-called true god of the realm is not the limit, and the heaven of the spiritual realm is only transformed by the mere witnesses!
Since you named Motian, why not be the overlord of Nine Heavens!
Regain your face for your father, mother! "
"Kakkaka..."
A series of lightning smashed his body, which was easily resolved by him, and was smashed by the endless thunder. His body was refined into a divine body, tempered with thousands of tempers, the nine-pole thunder and fire will not break, and the endless annihilation will not die!
From then on, he is the magic sky! Nine days of chaos!
"I finally found it, I found it! It's worth my life! Hahaha..."
Mo Tian looked up to the sky and screamed, crying and laughing, and his eyes suddenly penetrated.
Holding his fist, his whole body was filled with endless domineering power!
According to the legend, in the prehistoric period, half-step the true god, can he cut the true god
Who can do it
He must move towards this goal and fight for it!
13,000 years, starting from zero to half-step true god, this is also an unprecedented record, he waits for the newcomers to catch up with him, no rivals, too lonely...