"Are you sure that person has left?"
In the holy city, a strong man covered in the energy of chaos stood with his hands behind his back. He was the Holy Lord of the Tang Clan, the natural master of this city.
Behind him, several Chaos Saints looked respectful, "We saw with our own eyes the one who tore apart Chaos and left. He probably won't come back."
"After waiting for so many years, I finally waited for him to leave."
After hearing this, the Holy Master of the Tang Clan was so excited that his whole body was trembling.
"But, but, that person brought someone in."
A Chaos Saint said tremblingly.
"It doesn't matter. He once promised me that as soon as he leaves, this Cave Paradise will belong to me. At that time, no matter who is inside, they must hand over everything inside or die."
The Holy Master of the Tang Clan said calmly.
Why would he create such a holy city here
It's not because he has known a long time ago that there is a paradise here, and it may contain great opportunities.
Later, what he didn't expect was that a supremely powerful man came and said that this cave belonged to the other party. Then, when his strength was inferior to that of others, the Holy Master of the Tang Clan had to give in.
However, the other party promised to the Holy Lord of the Tang Clan that one day, if the other party leaves, this cave world will be given to the Holy Lord of the Tang Clan.
He has waited too long for this day.
No one is allowed to get involved and take away all this opportunity.
"No matter who it is, they can never take away any opportunity from me."
The Holy Lord of the Tang Clan closed his eyes slightly, and when he opened them again, there was already an infinite murderous intent in his eyes. His eyes penetrated the chaos, trying to locate the void where the Myriad Tribulation Lord's cave world was through the entrance, but found that he actually Unable to lock.
"Can't find it."
He frowned, remembering that the young man taken away by Wanjie Zun was brought back by a member of the clan, so he waved someone to bring Tang Wan'er.
"Holy Lord."
Tang Wan'er was a little confused. With her status, she was not usually qualified to see the Holy Master, but this time, the Holy Master actually took the initiative to look for her.
"Who is that young man you brought back?" The Holy Lord of the Tang Clan was enveloped in the aura of chaos, and no one could tell what he was thinking.
"I'm not familiar with him either. Originally I just wanted to bring him back and then find a way to deal with him."
"Moreover, others, Liu Yun, the son of the Holy Lord of the Liu Clan, and others were all conquered by him..."
Tang Wan'er didn't dare to hide anything and told all about the process of how Xiang Yang easily conquered Liu Yun and others.
"Demon species?"
"Is he the descendant of the First Demon?"
The saint ancestor of the Tang clan had a look of surprise on his face.
He had also heard about Shi Mo, but Shi Mo's origins were earlier than him. He was a powerful man who had conquered Chaos countless years ago, and was later said to have fallen.
If the other party is really a disciple of the First Demon, that would be a bit interesting.
"The Liu family old man's only son has been subdued. If he finds out, I'm afraid he will be furious." Then, a smile appeared on the face of the Holy Master of the Tang clan.
At that time, if the other party has benefited greatly from the cave and his cultivation has reached a level that is too strong, he can ask the old man of the Liu family to help, but that is definitely not possible now.
"Go down."
The Holy Lord of the Tang Clan waved his hand and asked Tang Wan'er to leave, while he remained quietly in the void.
He had long regarded this cave as his treasure. Originally, it was because Wanjie Zun was the original owner of the cave and could easily open the cave. In addition, he was too powerful, so he gave in.
However, it is now very obvious that Xiang Yang is just a saint of chaos. So what if he has obtained the inheritance in the cave? It is absolutely impossible to break through the Chaos Saint and be his opponent.
What he didn't know was that this time, Xiang Yang had already begun to break through the realm of Chaos Saint.
For Xiang Yang, as long as he breaks through and becomes a saint, it will be enough to bring about earth-shaking changes in his own strength. When the time comes, even if the Chaos Saint comes, he will not be afraid at all.
In the Myriad Calamity Sect, Xiang Yang was sitting cross-legged. The thunder and fire from the sky and the earth were tempering his body. He didn't know which space of Myriad Calamity he was in.
Every time, after he survives one of the Myriad Calamity Spaces, that space will take the initiative to transport himself to the next space to be tempered.
The so-called Ten Thousand Tribulations Gate, Ten Thousand Tribulations Space, each space contains a kind of tribulation, which is the greatest tempering and training for oneself. Only after passing through these temperings can the physical body be cultivated to the true Ten Thousand Tribulations The realm of immortality.
Beside Xiang Yang, a golden butterfly about the size of a palm was bearing the bombardment of thunder with a confused expression. It was the Immortal Emperor Butterfly.
What it never expected was that why was it suddenly struck by lightning when it was sleeping so well
It felt extremely sad and angry in its heart, and looked at Xiang Yang. At this moment, Xiang Yang had manifested his true body tens of millions of feet tall. He was taking this opportunity to cultivate the immortal body and the free body at the same time. In this world of thunder and earth fire Under the bombardment, his body was compressed little by little.
"Hiss..."
The Immortal Emperor Butterfly looked at his body, which was only about the size of a palm, and then looked at Xiang Yang, and his heart trembled. This thunder can actually shrink Xiang Yang. What if he shrinks too
Its eyes were red, and it was afraid that it would be blasted to pieces by the thunder, so it could only continue to use the cultivation method, tempering its body while swallowing the power of thunder to practice.
"The Immortal Emperor Butterfly can actually devour Thunderbolt Cultivation?"
Xiang Yang sensed the state of the Immortal Emperor Butterfly and suddenly felt curious. He glanced at the little guy and found that it was practicing very seriously, so he did not disturb it.
"This time, I will become a saint in the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sect."
Xiang Yang closed his eyes again to cultivate his physical body. The 'Myriad Tribulations' in the Myriad Tribulations Gate is the most suitable place for him to practice the immortal body and the free body.
Xiang Yang didn't know that there was a Chaos Saint outside the cave world waiting for him. For him, nothing was more important than his practice.
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But it is said that after Wanjie Zun left, he tore apart the chaos and came to the chaotic world of Pangu, where he found the incarnations of Taoist ancestor Hongjun and Xiang Yang's master.
"I gotta go."
The first thing Wanjie Zun said was to leave.
"What?"
Both Xiang Yang's master and Taoist ancestor Hongjun's expressions changed at the same time.
The Lord of Ten Thousand Tribulations smiled softly and looked at Xiang Yang's master, "You have a good disciple. After he comes out of the Ten Thousand Tribulations Sect, his strength will be comparable to that of the Chaos Saint, and he can even kill the Chaos Saint. "
"you... "
Xiang Yang's master didn't seem to be too surprised. He just frowned and looked at Lord Wanjie, "Your cultivation level..."
Although the Myriad Tribulations Lord is extremely powerful at this moment, it has not reached the tyrannical state it was before. In fact, the Myriad Tribulations Lord at this time is still just the Chaos Saint Lord.
"What I want is to step into the realm of domination."
Lord Wanjie chuckled softly, and his figure gradually disappeared in front of the two people. "The road is long. If we wait until we achieve enlightenment before we meet again, if we fail to achieve enlightenment, we may never see each other again."
Xiang Yang's master and Taoist Hongjun looked at the void and shook their heads helplessly for a long time.
Becoming enlightened and becoming a master is the dream of every half-step master. However, how difficult it is to truly become a supreme master.
Even if the master is as strong as Xiang Yang, he can cut everything with one sword, and he has even killed many supreme half-step masters by himself, so what
After all, he is only a half-step master and cannot yet become a real master.
"Let's go. The little guy from the Qilin tribe still needs me to practice hard."
Daozu shook his head and left with his hands behind his back. The dark unicorns and sacred unicorns he brought back from the Qilin Cave still needed to be trained well before they could truly be integrated into the formation.
"It's time for the other back-up players to come out."
He muttered as he walked, but his figure gradually disappeared.
The incarnation of Xiang Yang's master also dissipated in the void, but before he dissipated, he looked in the direction of the chaotic void where Xiang Yang was, with a look of expectation in his eyes.
That kid, after entering the Gate of Ten Thousand Tribulations, will he finally become a saint
He knows that becoming a saint may be the pinnacle for others, and it is very difficult to go one step further and become a Chaos Saint. However, for Xiang Yang, who has his own bloodline, it can be said that he has the strongest bloodline of Chixue. , becoming a saint is just the beginning, it is when Xiang Yang truly stimulates the power of blood in his body.
One year is nothing in the eyes of ordinary people, let alone a strong man like Xiang Yang.
Of course, one year in the outside world is one million years in the cave world where Xiang Yang is located.
Even Xiang Yang has never practiced in seclusion for such a long time. Even if the time acceleration is included, it is really too long. Fortunately, every time Xiang Yang feels that his physical body continues to strengthen, he feels Pangu's great perfection. The real body became more and more powerful after being continuously tempered, and when he saw the growth of the immortal body and the improvement of the free body, he was so excited that he didn't feel that the time had been too long.
Once in retreat, a million years.
When the million years really came, during the last catastrophe of the Ten Thousand Calamities Sect, Xiang Yang sat cross-legged, and his body had returned to the height of a normal person.
He was surrounded by avenue runes, and an aura of immortality spread out.
Although he was just sitting there casually, the aura that really erupted was earth-shattering. It seemed that even the void could not bear the aura emanating from his body.
His indestructible body was completed.
The Xiaoyao Body has reached the first level of success, compressing the power of the physical body to a height of more than 1.8 meters, which is his normal height.
"Is it finally done?"
Xiang Yang whispered to himself, his eyes filled with excitement.
After millions of years of seclusion and practice, both the immortal body and the free body have finally reached a very high level.
Of course, this is not the point. The most important thing is that after his physical body is compressed to the height of a normal person, even he cannot describe the power his physical body already possesses.
"Even if a strong man from the Chaos Saint Realm comes in front of me, I can still punch him away."
As soon as Xiang Yang clenched his fist, he felt the vast power contained in it, and he was immediately full of confidence in his own strength.
The power of the physical body is accomplished.