Fantasy: Prince Peerless, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 867 The genius is born

The opening of the cemetery of gods and demons shocked the world.

One was a strong man who had surpassed all the ages, and the other was a proud man with a lofty ambition. They all raised their heads.

The eyes of all living beings were locked on the arrow.

And following the movement of the arrow, I saw the past, present, and future!

In the past, in the distant era of chaos, the sky and the earth were gray, and three thousand gods and demons fought with overwhelming momentum. With every move, the sky was full of avenues, destroying endless chaos.

Now, all the worlds are bustling with activity, but they have been abandoned by the Great Dao, and the Immortal Dao has declined, becoming an era without saints.

In the future, the world will change, the sea will change, the immortal way will prosper, the great road will come to the world, and the holy fate will flourish, and the glory of the chaotic era will once again reappear.

The direction in which the arrow shoots represents hope.

Let countless living beings be shocked by it, look forward to it, and long for it!

Sanctify!

There has been no saint in the heavens and the world for a long time.

The strongest ones are only immortal warriors, not to mention Taoist saints, not even quasi-sages.

The cemetery of gods and demons is the most likely place in the world of heaven where there is an opportunity for sainthood.

If anyone can obtain the inheritance of 'Chaos Gods and Demons', they will have the hope of breaking the shackles of heaven and earth, breaking through the quasi-sage, and becoming an immortal Taoist saint.

boom!

When the arrow, which was completely condensed by the power of Tao, passed through the starry sky of the ninth heaven, it exploded suddenly, and the terrible aftermath swept across, shattering the vastness of the past and present, and splashing endless chaos.

A few breaths later, a space vortex stood in the chaos, connecting to the unknown place.

A magical scene appeared.

When the creatures in all the heavens and worlds look up at the whirlpool in space, they see the same scene.

Standing on the ninth level and looking out, the space vortex is a hundred thousand miles long.

But looking from a distance from the seventh heaven, the space vortex is still a hundred thousand miles long.

As if in front of you!

Ignoring time and space, erasing distance!

"The Law of Arrows!"

"The opportunity that comes once in billions of years has opened up again!"

"Who can obtain the 'Heritage of Gods and Demons' and break the shackles?"

"What a shame! What a shame! Why was I born ten thousand years earlier and missed the opportunity?"

"Unfair! Unfair! Why are only the top thousand forces eligible to enter the 'Cemetery of Gods and Demons'?"

The vast world is boiling. Countless pairs of eyes are locked on the vortex of space, with different expressions. Except for a few creatures who are excited, most of the creatures are full of unwillingness.

But no matter how unwilling you are, what else can you do?

In the world where strength is paramount, without strength, you are not even qualified to enter the 'Graveyard of Gods and Demons'.

As for resistance?

joke!

The allocation of quotas in the 'Graveyard of Gods and Demons' has been approved by the top one thousand forces in the ranking of forces in the world. Who can make a thousand forces change their decision?

Unless the Taoist Saint comes to this world!

The weaker forces, or the powerful casual cultivators, can only watch helplessly as the top thousand forces compete for the ‘Graveyard of Gods and Demons’!

Hall of Ten Thousand Races!

"Is it finally turned on?"

"Father, don't worry, during this trip to the 'Cemetery of Gods and Demons', I will definitely kill Qin Wudao and relieve our clan's troubles!"

In the Young Emperor's Palace, Emperor Tianwu opened his eyes and shot out two rays of golden light, which penetrated the void and turned into a sea of ​​fire, burning everything.

Above his head, the energy of chaos filled the air, and two paths entrenched him.

A way of fire.

It is an intermediate Taoist code.

It has only been more than thirty years since he was born, and he has understood the intermediate principles. In addition to the terrifying nature of the chaotic gods and demons, it is also related to the fact that his body is the Golden Crow.

The three-legged Golden Crow was born in the sun and is naturally close to the power of fire.

But the other Tao is not the Tao of Zhiyang, nor the Tao of Demons, nor the Tao of Emperors.

It's a demon's way.

Tao principles that have nothing to do with his ontology and identity.

Moreover, this Demonic Principle is still a high-level Principle, with the demonic energy surging and completely suppressing the Fire Principle.

"High-level principles, the younger generation, who can compete with them?"

Emperor Tianwu murmured to himself, showing a bright smile.

In the golden eyes, a black lotus appeared, inadvertently revealing the original magic power and destroying the world.

He is the Three-Legged Golden Crow, the emperor's son of the demon clan.

Logically speaking, it is impossible to practice the laws of demons that can only be practiced by demons or demonic monks.

There must be something wrong here.

But Emperor Wu didn't pay attention to it and enjoyed it.

Faintly, he cultivates the way of demons as the first principle.

The ninth heaven!

In the southern Yaozhou, there is a fairy city hanging in the sky.

This fairy city is very large, thousands of miles high, and endless in length, with no end in sight. It is like a world, exuding an ancient and vicissitudes of atmosphere.

There is a plaque hanging on the huge city gate.

There was a man with unparalleled swordsmanship, who used his sword as a pen to write the word "Holy City" with the power of Taoism.

Every stroke, every painting reveals the unparalleled sword intent, stirring up the storm in the Eight Desolations.

"The Cemetery of Gods and Demons, this Holy Son is here!"

"Prodigies of all races in the heavens and the human race, accept the challenge of this Holy Son!"

Inside the city cave, a team of a thousand people walked out.

The leader of the team is a young man wearing a golden robe, with blond hair hanging down his shoulders, hands behind his back, and eyes as bright as a god. His aura is overwhelming, and his cultivation has reached the peak of Luo Tianxian.

Behind him, nine hundred and ninety-nine boys and girls lined up, holding immortal weapons and wearing immortal armor. They raised their heads and looked at people with their nostrils, as if they looked down on everyone in the world.

However, their cultivation is indeed qualified to stand out among the heroes, and they all reach above the Golden Immortal Realm.

They are the geniuses of the Holy Clan, a group that is confident to the core.

at the same time.

On the ground of the southern Yaozhou, in a certain towering mountain and river, many simple stone palaces were built, just like ordinary villages.

The village is very ordinary.

But the creatures living in the village are anything but ordinary.

Village entrance.

Nine hundred talented young people gathered.

Unlike the saints, they are covered in celestial light and only wear common clothes. The only treasure they can get is the mysterious stick in their hands. They are all immortal weapons of level seven or above, which are made by masters.

"Go for it!"

"Bring out the majesty of the war clan!"

An old man with white hair, bulging muscles and a tail said kindly.

"war!"

Nine hundred young men roared, their fighting spirit rising into the sky, overwhelming the sky and the earth, turning into a furnace of heaven and earth, trying to melt both heaven and earth.

Meizu!

The race that ranks one thousandth among all the worlds.

Located in the psychedelic world of the seventh heaven, he is good at using illusions.

"Surrender?"

"Or die?"

In the ancestral land of the ethnic group, the palace collapsed, dripping with blood, and tens of thousands of Meizu people fell to the ground, wailing continuously and dying.

It is not difficult to see that a war has just occurred here.

In mid-air, a noble figure wearing a black robe, lingering with demonic aura, stood tall and said indifferently.

Behind him, stood a hundred guards, wearing black helmets and black masks on their faces. They came from the same organization. Their cultivation levels were so powerful that they could reach the Luotian Shangxian Realm at the lowest level. There were also ten powerful Immortal Kings and an Immortal.

The mighty emperor.

Hundreds of terrifying auras were pressing towards the ground, making the leader of the Meizu family turn pale and terrified.

(End of chapter)