Fantasy: Mythical Puppet System, Draw Three Thousand Heavenly Soldiers At The Beginning

Stepping from the Great Power to the Saint Level is a huge transformation.

It is the ultimate evolution of the transition from the mundane to the 'holy'.

It is also a great leap in the level of life.

From Saint Level to Saint King, there is not that much change.

It's just that the understanding of mana and laws has reached a higher level.

Therefore, for Ji Yun, this step is not a problem at all.

Boom!

At a certain moment, the naked eye saw that the sky with a radius of more than ten thousand miles turned into a whirlpool.

With it as the center, the endless Spirit Qi of heaven and earth gathers like a dragon sucking water.

Then, they all sank into Ji Yun's body.

D!!.........

Muffled thunderous sounds continued to come from Ji Yun's body, and the sky, earth, and void were shaking, as if in sync with it.

After a long time.

Ji Yun opened her eyes, filled with divine light.

"Eight Three Three" and the aura on his body also transformed further, becoming more majestic and boundless, as bright and deep as the vast galaxy.

Advance, king!

"It takes more than a month to advance to Saint King. It will probably take half a year to reach Great Saint. It's a bit slow."

Ji Yun was a little dissatisfied with this speed.

If others heard this, they would probably kill him.

If someone is promoted to Great Saint, it will take hundreds or even thousands of years for him to do so.

Some people may even never reach that level in their lifetime.

Half a year later, you still dislike being slow!

Old Versailles!

"Forget it, take your time, the days are long."

Ji Yun quickly put it behind him and walked out of the valley, "The Myriad Races conference has the participation of the three major forces I established, so how can I be left out?

He smiled softly and walked away.

the other side.

Phew——!

There is an eagle's cry in the sky, traveling through the clouds for thousands of miles, echoing across thousands of mountains and valleys.

The giant bird spreads its wings and clears away hundreds of millions of hectares of clouds and smoke, but you are tens of thousands of miles away.

A fierce wind was set off, and dust like waves was stirred up on the ground a hundred thousand feet away.

Thousands of miles of grass and trees were covered with trees, and wherever they passed, birds, animals, fish and insects did not dare to make a sound, and they were all in silence.

"It's the 'Golden Crowned Black Eagle' from Zichu Sacred Land!"

On the plain, in the strong wind, an Independent Cultivator exclaimed.

The golden-crowned black eagle is the king of birds kept in captivity in the Zichu Sacred Land. It is an ancient species.

The strength is as strong as a Great Saint!

This bird flying across the sky is undoubtedly Zichu Sacred Land going to participate in the Myriad Races conference.

On top of the golden-crowned black eagle, the old Holy Lord of Zichu Sacred Land stood quietly, and beside him stood several Great Saint-level elders.

At this time, an elder from the Great Saint Ninth Layer said to the old Holy Lord:

"Holy Lord, this time we go to the Myriad Races conference, we must persuade other forces to join us in encircling Wenjifu.

"Yes, the underworld and I, Zichu Sacred Land, are incompatible with each other and must be eradicated!"

"I heard that Heaven and Hell are not dealing with each other. The Monster King of Demon Court, Sun Wukong, seems to have a grudge against Hell. Maybe we can use it a little bit."

Several other elders also spoke, their words filled with murderous intent.

The old holy master of Zichu Sacred Land nodded, and when he was about to speak, his heart suddenly started beating wildly.

He looked up suddenly.

In the endless sea of ​​clouds, I saw thousands of dim lights and heavy yin energy.

Amid all the strangeness, a majestic figure lowered his eyes.

Looking down at himself, his eyes are deep and deep, like an abyss. He stands still, but he is like the Divine King above the nine heavens, terrifying and boundless!

Extremely heavy pressure poured down, and even the old Holy Master felt suffocated.

Several Great Saint elders nearby were even more unbearable and trembling all over.

"who."

The face of the old Holy Master of Zichu Sacred Land changed.

"Underworld, one of the five ghost emperors, the central ghost emperor."

The indifferent voice echoes in the sky and deep in the soul.

Ghost Emperor of the Five Directions!

The old Holy Lord of Zichu Sacred Land's pupils tightened, and he naturally knew this title.

At that time, when the ten kings of hell were defeated by the peerless Monster King Sun Wukong, they once said that if the five ghost emperors came, they would be suppressed.

It can be seen that these five ghost emperors must be stronger than Sun Wukong!

Thinking of this, the old Holy Master roared and ran away!"

Then, he burst out with peak combat power and took the initiative to rush towards the Central Ghost Emperor above the sea of ​​clouds!

Between the underworld and the Zichu Sacred Land, there has long been a fight to the death.

"Good will, but unfortunately, it's just a useless struggle."

The top of the sea of ​​clouds.

Ji Yun controlled the ghost emperor puppet in the center. He just glanced at the rushing old holy master and pointed out with his finger.

boom!

With a tap of a finger, there is a shocking change in an instant.

Already bursting out with earth-shaking bright light..

It contains countless Divine Ability, legal principles, and laws.

Boom!

It only takes a moment.

The old Holy Lord who rushed over was like a broken willow catkin. Except for his head, all other parts were directly destroyed and annihilated.

All magic power and Divine Ability were turned into ashes under this finger.

finally.

There was only one head left, which was caught by the Central Ghost Emperor.

As for the soul inside, it has naturally been broken long ago.

Xiao Luoli stood nearby, looking at this scene with shock in his heart.

As expected of the Central Ghost Emperor, he killed the old Holy Lord of Zichu Sacred Land with just one move without any effort.

At this time, the void broke open.

King Qin Guang appeared, holding several heads in his hands. They were the elders of the Great Saint of Zichu Sacred Land who had escaped before.

"Just think of these as invitations to attend the Myriad Races conference. After all, they didn't invite us and it would be very impolite to go there rashly..."

The voice of the Central Ghost Emperor sounded faintly.

Xiao Luoli wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and used the heads of the Holy Lord of the Sacred Land and the Elder of the Great Saint as greeting cards. From ancient times to the present, there is only this Lord Ghost Emperor.

at the same time.

Heaven.

Ji Yun controls the Yang Jian puppet, the four Heavenly King puppets, and the Nezha puppet to plan to participate in the Myriad Races conference.

Leave the flying puppets to guard the heaven.

As for Gu Qingfeng, he had already set off.

2.0 was kicked out by Ji Yun's puppet Yang Jian. He was euphemistically called and allowed to train all the way.

Clouds break the mountains.

Demon Court.

In front of the magnificent Monster King Palace.

Yao Ruyu was standing quietly, and her aura at this time was already more powerful than before.

The noble temperament between his eyebrows gradually revealed.

Not long after, there were footsteps.

Yao Ruyu immediately followed the sound and saw seven majestic figures walking out of the hall.

Each one is full of divine light, and the monster is as powerful as the sea, unfathomable.

Suddenly, the golden figure at the front lowered his eyes and said calmly:

"Let's go.

"yes.

Yao Ruyu nodded respectfully.

She has a passion in her heart, Myriad Races, my Monster Race, is coming!.