40,000 Years of Cultivation

In an instant, the whole world became black and white.

That is not really the color change of the world, but there are tens of thousands of swift rays of light piercing the sky, falling from the sky, like countless huge steel needles, running through the entire world!

The arcs, spiritual flames, fire clouds, and shining runes sparked by the ancestors of the strong sun were originally shining enough, dazzling enough, not to be seen directly, but in the contrast of the tens of thousands of flashing lines Underneath, they were all overshadowed, as if all the light had been sucked away, turning into a bleak!

Including Mr. Fang, the eyes of all the ancient sage monks were swallowed by a sea of ​​light composed of tens of thousands of beams.

They only saw that these light beams easily pierced the Scarlet Flame Demon God into many holes, and then plunged into the "flaming blood and dazzling sun array" without any hindrance, forming the hundreds of ancient runes that formed the large array. All are as fragile as thin ice flakes, collapsed at the touch of a touch, and torn to pieces!

As soon as they saw this, their eyes went white, and they couldn't see anything.

However, the brightness of the light beam far exceeded the limit that their retinas could bear, causing hundreds of thousands of ancient holy monks to be blinded for a while.

Before Grandpa Fang could react, he was dragged over by his father. The two of them ignored their noble identities and knelt on one knee, a head shorter than the others.

"Qingyunmen, be careful!"

The head of Fang Da screamed wildly and sacrificed all the flying swords in the sword box, and the psychic shield surged to its limit.

Father Fang was so frightened that he couldn't use the "Willow Leaf Sword Technique" and the "Green Lotus Sword Technique", so he just hugged his hair and trembled.

He heard a blast of "ding jing dong dong" like a storm, as if countless meteors slammed on their psychic shields, and every sound seemed like a muffled thunder exploded in his arms. The explosion made him dizzy, his throat sweetened, and he couldn't help but feel the urge to vomit blood.

However, just vomiting blood is considered good, and Mr. Fang only heard the screams and wailing everywhere, the sound of broken muscles and magical weapon fragments everywhere, and there was a faint smell of burnt flesh. The heat drilled straight into his nose, which was disgusting.

"Ding!"

Something floated in front of him.

Father Fang poured psychic energy into his eyes and rubbed his eyes vigorously, finally regaining his three-point blurred vision. He sucked the thing into his palm and looked in front of him, but it was a twisted sword. Sharp, looking at the shape of the blade and the remaining runes, it is the "Qinglian Cloud Piercing Sword" that his father has practiced for more than ten years.

"This--"

The portable saber of the dignified Qingyun Sword Sect leader, has just been sacrificed to the sky and turned into this look in the blink of an eye?

Father Fang was dumbfounded, and he didn't dare to look up, or even think about how miserable it was in the sky.

"Patter!"

Something fell on the ground, just next to him, but it splashed some sticky, hot and humid liquid on his face. Grandpa Fang touched it casually and found that it turned out to be... a half-scorched arm.

"Wow!"

Father Fang couldn't help it anymore, holding his belly, and vomiting.

The terrifying world of black and white came and went fast, and the big young man Fang and others felt as long as a whole year had passed. In fact, all the destructive light beams disappeared in just two or three seconds.

However, their vision gradually recovered after more than half a minute, and they were able to gradually see the surrounding...the changing colors of the wind and clouds, a completely different world.

Mr. Fang’s first feeling was whether there had been a massive earthquake just now, which shook everyone to the ground and lost their souls?

They were originally Daoist masters of the fairy wind road bones, real people with feather-fans and turbans, heroes with tiger-backed waists, and warriors with helmets and armors. At this moment, one by one, the clothes are disheveled, the armor is shattered, the spiritual flames are dim, and there are only a few magic weapons left. They are all like hens who have been frightened, burrowing into the owner's arms as much as possible.

Many people have blood stains on their faces and bodies, not knowing whether it is their own or someone else's, and their appearance is almost like a walking dead, all faces are numb, and they are all frozen in "horrified" For an instant, even half a word could not be uttered.

And the mid-air that was designated as a "no-fly zone"...

When Mr. Fang finally summoned his courage and raised his gaze inch by inch, he was still unavoidably frightened by the horror in the sky.

Putting aside the blemishes and holes, the whole body is dissatisfied with the transparent holes, like a hornet’s nest-like red flame demon god. Nor is it said that those runes that are vulnerable, shattered, and gradually disappear with the wind; just say that they form a "flame." The Chiyangmen monks of the "Blood dazzling sun formation", and the hundreds of other monks who relied on the majesty of the great formation, did not put the Star Federation in the slightest, and flew into the sky to show off their might.

Either, like the Red Flame Demon God, is riddled with holes and blood is flowing like a puff, and there are more than 70 or 80 transparent holes on the head; or there is a basin-sized hole between the chest and abdomen, and the five internal organs are missing. And flying; even worse, there are only masses of **** flesh, attracted by a strange force, trembling in mid-air; even some people have disappeared completely, the only one that can prove that they have ever existed. The traces are just a few pieces of melted flying swords or fragments of battle armor, still smoking in mid-air!

Up to this moment, many ancient sage monks who died violently had the initial ridicule and ridicule on their faces, but there was no more soul in their incomplete limbs, which could change their views on the Starlight Federation.

"Crackling!"

Nearly a thousand corpses smashed down one after another, as if a **** storm, smashed their heads and brains on the heroes of the valley.

Five psionic flying boats were also completely destroyed, and the wreckage was smashed down around the mountain gate of the Chiyang Gate, raising dust of tens of feet high and spreading in all directions.

"..."

Everyone was stunned by this nightmarish picture.

But above the "no-fly zone", something is still slowly rising.

Father Fang looked intently and found that it was the hundreds of young assassins from the six major sects who had just assassinated the ancestor of Lieyang, as well as the "Hengtian King" Zhao Changlie who had been captured and humiliated by him earlier!

Since he is the head of the "Four Great Young Masters of Fuliuzhou", he is naturally not a person with well-developed limbs and simple minds. Da Young Master Fang is usually in the Qingyun Sword Sect and is also known for his agility in his mind. idea.

The voice in the clouds, the mysterious monk who claimed to be "Li Yao", may not be as frivolous and simple as his voice.

He deliberately entangled with Old Ancestor Lieyang in order to loosen Old Ancestor Lieyang’s vigilance and provoked the anger of Old Ancestor Lieyang, and finally made Old Ancestor Lieyang put all his attention on him, but relaxed his "hostages". Mastery.

What is the "no-fly zone", killing and prestige is the second, rescue these hostages is the most important!

Sure enough, Grandpa Fang could think that Old Ancestor Lieyang could even think of it. At the same time these thoughts appeared in his mind, there was already a terrible shout from the front altar, and Old Ancestor Lieyang was entangled in seven or eight magma. He stood up from the ground and rushed towards the hostages!

With his "half-step transformation of the gods" cultivation base, wanting to kill these restricted and suppressed hostages, who are worse than ordinary people, is simply a piece of cake.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he rose into the air, all the hostages seemed to be severely dragged by an invisible rope, and the ascent speed suddenly increased by a step.

At the same time, dozens of serial thunderbolts sounded in the sky, and dozens of giant flying swords with dazzling flames bursting behind their buttocks appeared mysteriously, stabbing the ancestor of the sun from all angles.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

These weird flying swords just touched the spirit flames of the ancestors of the sun, and suddenly burst, turning into tiny suns with radiance. It was the invincible realm that the ancestors of the sun had half-stepped to transform the gods. Ten little suns abruptly smashed down from mid-air onto their own mountain gate, smashing the huge mountain gate into a mess, and even the surrounding pavilions and pavilions were hit by seedlings.

Coupled with the damage caused by the previous five psionic flying boats smashed down so severely, half of the "Red Sun Gate" disappeared.

"Friend Lieyang, you must be extremely regretful at this moment. Why didn't you just listen to advice and surrender obediently, but regret is useless."

Until this moment, everyone still could not see the true face of the mysterious enemy, only heard the faint voice from the clouds, "Now there is only one way to barely keep your dog's life, and that is the one who holds you.' Yunqin Jinren' handed it over intact. If that's the case, I will just abolish your cultivation base, and the period of hard labor will not exceed a hundred years, how about it?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The strongest man in the ancient sacred world, who has been cultivating in the underground for a hundred years before breaking through the barrier, mastered the huge heritage of the "sacred fire dynasty" and the powerful Yunqin Jinren Lieyang ancestor, how can he be a hundred thousand cultivators and In the face of his disciples and grandchildren, endure such humiliation?

In a roar like crazy, he once again rushed out a dozen magma angry dragons all over his body. Between the raging dragons, there was a crimson giant soldier more than 30 meters high, which seemed to be condensed from magma. !

Although this giant soldier only has one right arm, and the whole body is full of cracks and mottled damage, but under the explosion of the spirit of the ancestor of the sun, it still ignited a boundless sea of ​​flames, causing the entire valley to be Shrouded in a piece of red light.

"This, this is the legendary Yunqin Jinren!"

"Then, no matter how powerful the mysterious monk who claims to be'Master Lingjiu' is, he can't be as powerful as the Yunqin Jinren, right?"

"This is a great treasure that is enough to set the world!"

Many ancient sage monks who were still in shock, seeing the power of Yunqin Jinren, once again gave birth to a trace of confidence in the ancestor of Lieyang.

But this time, even the most devout Rage Flame Army and Crimson Clan people, their confidence is not so firm anymore.

"Speaking of which, you are still afraid of the power of the golden man of your ancestor."

The eyes of the ancestor Lieyang were red, as if a desperate gambler, "Then come and taste the power of'Thunderbolt'!"

"call out!"

The giant soldier turned into a red plume of smoke, soaring into the sky, and slammed into the undulating clouds, beyond the sky!