Heaven-law Supreme System

Om long!

Chu Xuan held the Chaos Tree in his hand, chanting words again, pinching Yin Jue, he wanted to win the chase.

Another gleam of light flew into the sky and the earth, and the void was flooded by the sea of ​​rune light and shook violently.

A pair of yin and yang Dao pictures condensed in the void, yin and yang hug each other, floating in the glimpse of light, and turned into a road monument.

"Yin and Yang Taoist Monument!"

With another roar, Chu Xuan pushed forward with both palms, and the Yin-Yang Taoist tablet slammed into the sky.

Seeing this scene, the super gods have been shocked to perfection, feeling that life is so difficult, and the whole body is not good.

They were completely shocked. This is another kind of strong vision recorded in ancient books, and it also belongs to the detached.

Green light appeared in their eyes, and their eyes looking at the Chaos Tree were full of greed.

If you can get the Chaos Tree into your hands, will you also be able to fight the cosmic space-time avenue in the future?

The heavenly army, the cosmic creatures and the heavenly powerhouses were even more shocked by the aura from the Yin-Yang Taoist stele, shivering like an ostrich, without saying a word or even daring to look directly, but only occasionally glanced at it. .

With a bang, the void vibrated violently again, and the clicking sound continued to sound, and the void space was once again shattered. This time, the entire void became like a black hole, deep and endless, and the darkness was bottomless.

The aurora was too blazing, and the brilliance disappeared directly, and even the sound disappeared instantly. Only the overflowing violent and terrifying aura was circulating in the void.

The purple and golden light in Chu Xuan's eyes flowed, chaos floating and sinking, and his eyes staring at the movement in the void.

He saw that the Xiantian Taoist monument was already scarred, covered with dense spider-like cracks, and it seemed that it would not last long.

Chu Xuan's heart moved, with his head hanging on the **** cauldron, holding a chaotic tree, ascending into the sky, his whole body was filled with chaotic mist, lingering the chains of the endless avenue, resisting the violent air waves, and flying above the void.

However, the chaotic fog and the chain of the avenue were broken by the energy waves of the tyrant Hongda, and scars were added to the whole body, and the blood was not stopped.

The Yin and Yang Taoist monument was directly shattered, and all the energy of the Xiantian Taoist monument angrily pressed towards Chu Xuan, directly crushing Chu Xuan's body.

In a handful of blood mist, Chu Xuan's body was reshaped again. If he were another person, his soul would have disappeared long ago, and there would be no possibility of reshaping his body.

Chu Xuan's body was remodeled, his complexion was as pale as a piece of white paper, with no blood at all. He consumed too much energy and blood, and the purple blood was smearing all over his body. The flame robe was tattered, but under the pressure, it could not be repaired. .

However, Chu Xuan's eyes contained a strong sense of war and a hint of excitement. With a roar, the chaotic tree in his hand vibrated and changed rapidly.

Boom!

The chaos tree whirled around, the chain of the avenue was entangled, and the chaos was surging. In an instant, in the roar of the avenue, it condensed into a battle axe.

The battle axe was held in the hand by an illusory voice. It was a mighty voice of a god. There was a look of despising heaven and earth in his eyes, standing on the void, surrounded by chaos and avenues, overlooking the heavens, as if detached from the world. The strongest **** emperor.

The figure was condensed with runes around the body, holding the battle axe of the chaos tree speaking, wrapped in the power of the thunderbolt, step by step towards the congenital Taoist stele, walking briskly, unaffected by the pressure of the congenital stele falling down.

The runes on the figure are constantly permuted and combined, turned into a scripture, imprinted with the mark of the avenue.

What is even more frightening is that in the illusory figure, there is a rush of purple blood.