Infinite Journey From Hogwarts

The indescribable Wuji sword was cut on the vigorous ancient hibiscus tree, the sun, brilliance, civilization... the powers of various ancient hibiscus trees were highlighted, and then the next moment it was like being beaten by a hammer Like pig iron, sparks splashed in all directions, countless powers shattered, turned into meteors and scattered to the heavens and universe.

Maybe someone lucky picks up one or two of these fragments and can transform them into a priesthood.

What is even more frightening is the appearance of time and space pictures. In the ancient times, a seed broke out from the prehistoric sun star; , In ancient times, the Heavenly Court of the Monster Race was established, the broken nine heavens were rebuilt, and the four fields were divided into thirty-three days. Countless giants of the Monster Race gathered, the majestic Heavenly Court stood up, all the monsters surrendered, and the branches of the ancient Fusang tree connected the heavens. When there is a future, Two Golden Crows are born again...

But these histories are all broken in the body of the Wuji sword transformed into the Zhuxian Sword Formation. From the past to the present, and even to the future, they disintegrate little by little. This is the horror of the Zhuxian Sword Formation. Everything in the world will be transformed into the infinite, and even irreversible things like history and time will be cut off.

Only such a treasure can cut off the innate spiritual root of the ancient hibiscus tree.

But at the next moment, a surging backlash swept in, and a phantom of a great river emerged. The river was chaotic but light, and every drop contained time, cause and effect, fate, luck, and all kinds of changes.

A statue of the great sage of the monster race appeared, including Bi Fang surrounded by blue flames, Kui Niu bathed in purple thunder, and a heroic move with his back and wings, like a tiger and a horse...

Each of the great sages of the monster race is comparable to powerful gods. Even though many of them have fallen, the imprints left in the heavens still exist. The ancient Fusang tree was cut down, which naturally caused their backlash.

And at the top, surrounded by the statues of the great saints of the demon clan, the emperors of the demon clan, the emperor Wa Huang Nuwa, the Thai emperor Xihe, and the Donghuang Taiyi all cast their gazes on Qianhe Puzhao.

The wheel of the Great Dao behind Qianhe Puzhao's head is perfect, and the pure radiance of Da Luo sprinkles down, highlighting the brilliance of "I" in the backlash of the mighty and boundless river of Dao, preventing it from being submerged by the almost endless river, completely sink.

At this time, a brilliant mirror rose up on the Dao River, reflecting the scenes of the Thirty-Three Three Days. Layers of layers fell like sky curtains, wrapping the statues of the kings of the monster clan, reducing the impact on the Dao River. Thousands of cranes scoured according to their lives.

Is it the fear of giving up? Qianhe Puzhao respected his life and his heart is as clear as a mirror. Although these images of the monster clan look scary, the names and surnames of them have all fallen, and the remaining Kunpeng and his like may not fight to death for the current monster clan.

What really made Qianhe Puzhao hesitate is the icon of Empress Nuwa, and now God Haotian has obviously helped him share this part of the cause and effect, so he naturally has nothing to hesitate.

The Wuji sword transformed into the Jade Immortal Formation is raised high again, and cuts down from the previous broken mark.

All the principles of the Great Dao disintegrated, and the four-colored sword light of purple, green, red, and black swept across, spreading from here to many time and space. It turned into Wuji, leaving no trace, and also cut off the possibility of some of them returning.

In the world projected by countless floods in the sky, a huge sword shadow blocked the brilliance of the sun, and the wild beasts knelt down on the ground, especially the monsters that had stepped into the demon way and refined their bones, screaming, although They don't know what happened, but it's like losing the most important thing.

As a matter of fact, from today onwards, the emperor liquid that the two kings of the Yaozu used to refine from the ancient Fusang tree will never come again.

"Ah!" Taoist Lu Ya's eyes were red, with mixed anger and grief, staring at Qianhe Puzhao's life, how dare he cut down the ancient Fusang tree? !

The majestic Fusang ancient tree collapsed, and he was put into his sleeves like the ancient giant Qianhe Puzhao, but he didn't feel well. Countless whispers of curses rang in his ears, and the prehistoric blessings that he had originally obtained dissipated little by little. Black, gray, and dark red clouds began to shroud his future like a mist.

In the starry sky, the 18th grade opened Qinglian lotus platform under Cedric's feet was dim, and a shadow was cast in the bright and clean divine light. He frowned, which was a sign of heaven's abandonment.

Cutting down the ancient hibiscus tree by myself was not only backlashed by the luck of the monster clan and cursed by thousands of monsters, but more seriously, this innate spiritual root has balanced the Yin and Yang of the prehistoric times since ancient times. , but at least Changyangshan is first-class, and he couldn't help looking at Haotian God not far away.

This old boy is not much better than himself. He planned the collision between Changyang Mountain and Fusang Ancient Region. The light of moral education, the light of morality is gone, the whole body is lifeless, the crystal beard and hair are dim, and it is almost like an old man in seventy or eighty years old.

However, being temporarily suppressed by a phantom in the heavenly court, he was not immediately annihilated by the boundless curse of the human race and the backlash of human luck.

And He is willing to do this, even at the cost of his own self-death, of course, because it is worth it.

In the same way, it is worthwhile for Qianhe Puzhao to cut down the ancient hibiscus tree in Cedric's eyes, because this is his only chance to get the ancient hibiscus tree, even if it is just a broken old hibiscus tree.

Anyway, there will be another tree to be cut in the future. Cedric looked leisurely at the laurel tree not far away above the Lunar Star, and at the same time layers of bloody clouds rose into the sky behind him.

The vast and mighty 180,000 miles, the immortal family dug the heart, the Buddha's head was severed, the true god fell, the dragon cramped, the white tiger lost its son, the phoenix lost its feathers, the basalt died forever, the unicorn broke its horns, all kinds of incredible images, plus many The sage calculated that the boundless catastrophe rose into the sky, and the black, gray, and dark red clouds that enveloped him temporarily receded on the river of the great road.

The Haotian God temporarily suppressed the backlash from the human race with his status as the emperor of heaven. Cedric did not have this kind of convenience, so he could only fight poison with poison.

But in the end, this is treating the symptoms rather than the root cause. With the two intertwined, it may evolve into a real murder at any time.

Fortunately, there is no solution, Cedric thought, and turned his attention to the dungeon again.

When the ancient hibiscus tree collapsed, the first ones to be affected were the two corpses of the Golden Crow. The two spears shot by Cu Chulainn pierced through layers of branches, colliding with the corpses of the Golden Crow with the ultimate force.