Projection of the Heavens

Following Yang An's order, among the generals, a young man stepped out.

He was not wearing armor, his sleeves fluttered, only a sword hung from his waist, and he stepped out of the room, like a crane flying in the sky, indescribably free and easy.

When everyone looked at it, they saw that the sword was quite strange, with three sides.

Unknown characters are engraved on it, and the talismans are intertwined with the law, which contains the meaning of endless sharpness.

"Yuwen takes orders!"

Yuwenmu handed over his orders, waved his sleeves, and stepped out, leading the vanguard army out of Tianqi Mountain.

"This person seems to be unheard of..."

In the crowd, Qi Tengyi's eyes flashed.

Na Yuwenmu's every move is like Dao Yun, and he is obviously a master, but he has never heard of this person's name.

huh~

As Yuwenmu stepped out, the mountains and rivers behind Yang An were rippling, showing the scene on the battlefield.

"Everyone, watch the battle with me for now."

Yang An looked casual, smiled lightly, and invited the generals to watch this battle. It seemed that the person who had done the domineering before was not like him at all.

"Yes."

Many generals cupped their hands together and looked at the map of mountains and rivers.

I saw that on the map of mountains and rivers, Yuwen Muti's army was pressing up, and he was separated from a general of the Shang army by a river of 100,000 miles.

"He doesn't seem to be in a hurry to decide the winner..."

Zheng Zha's eyes moved slightly, and such a thought appeared inexplicably.

However, in this chapter of the gods, fighting between the two armies is a tradition, and he is not too surprised.

In such a high-level world, any chief general is an unparalleled master, and any surprise attack has no effect.

After all, with an army of millions at every turn, it is a fool's errand to want to keep track of it.

Ordinary sergeants don't have the secret means of players. If they want to make a surprise attack, they will be discovered at a distance of billions of miles.

"Hey, that person..."

In the large tent of the merchant army, many generals also watched the battle through the void.

Simple Yuwen Mu's big sleeves fluttered, and all of them moved in their hearts.

"It's a master."

In the corner, Nezha's eyes lit up, quite eager to try.

Over the years, he and Yang Jian have never done anything other than beheading their fake bodies, not even those who are attacked by the wounded clan.

At this time, I couldn't help but feel a little quiet.

"You and I can just watch the play, don't make random shots."

Yang Jian glanced at Nezha lightly.

Among the merchant army camps, the strongest people are of course he and Nezha, both of them are real bodies, unlike these generals who are all fake bodies.

However, this world is too weird, although it is a fake body, it should not be underestimated.

The many masters he has come into contact with are not inferior to them in the time and space in his memory.

For example, this piece of Guifang, whose soul belongs to Fang Cheng Daluo on the Conferred God List, may not be as powerful as this fake body before that.

"Second brother is too careful!"

Nezha muttered.

"You do not understand......."

Yang Jian shook his head slightly.

The time and space here is too complicated, and they are not the only people who come to this world with their true bodies. He has already felt some aura that makes him jealous.

It's too high-profile, but it's a way to die.

Participate in this war, but because it is more noticeable not to participate.

"Once the war starts, it's not that easy to stay out of it."

Nezha didn't say more, and looked at the battlefield.

......

On the battlefield, it is hundreds of thousands of miles wide, like a Tianhe that stretches on both sides of the river between the two armies.

"Zhang Guifang... The chief soldier of Qinglongguan, a big businessman, under Wen Zhong, is the first human being and immortal, with a strange art..."

Yuwenmu stood on the bank of the big river, filled with water vapor, and already knew the origin of Zhang Guifang.

"Calculated with this world system, it should be the twelfth order......"

Yuwenmu's eyes flashed, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Unfortunately, I have been in this world for tens of thousands of years, and it is already the thirteenth order!"

Although, it is only the thirteenth order of this world.

Of course he did not achieve Daluo, not only him, Yang An, Kong, Bai Ziyue, Zen Yinsha, Daoist Longevity, Daoist fortune, even the ancient emperors of the Yangshen world, all the sons and a hundred saints.... Said that, apart from nothingness and the Dream God Machine, none of them have achieved a real Daluo.

However, in this world, the thirteenth order is the real Daluo.

Killing this person can be done with a single sword!

Boom!

The surging water rolled and moved, slapping both sides of the river with a sound like a thunderstorm.

Zhang Guifang led the army to stand, leaning on his sword, and shouted:

"Zhang Guifang, the commander-in-chief of Qinglongguan, a big businessman, will come by his common name!"

"The one who killed you, Xiqi, Yuwenmu!"

Looking at the army that was ten times larger than himself across the river, Yuwenmu let out a long howl.

"kill!"

The army attacked, and the battle broke out!

The players mixed in the two armies are the most fanatical, only killing but not defending!

........

Just when the two armies were in contact, Zhang Guifang and Yuwen Mu were fighting in Tianqi Mountain, and countless players were mixed in it, each using their own means to stir up the wind and rain.

In Xiqi City, calm was temporarily restored.

In the mansion of the Marquis of Xibo.

Hong Yi, dressed in white, sat opposite Gao Guanbo's Mengshenji, playing a game.

The indifferent nothingness stood behind Hong Yi, watching the two play the game.

Since Hong Yi achieved the real other side and advanced to Da Luo, the original Yangshen world was swallowed by him and turned into Yi Dao.

Naturally, the Yang God has countless epochs, from ancient times to the present, all the outstanding people in the ancient history are under his control.

However, even if he travels across all realms and reverses the eternal reincarnation of the Yang God Realm, he reincarnates again and again, and tests again and again.

The only ones who can achieve Da Luo are nothing but the two of them, Meng Shen Ji.

"The thirteenth level of this world is more similar to the heaven and earth fruit position. It is not a real cultivation base. In this world, it is naturally a real big Luo, but in other realms, it does not exist. It's not as good, but being able to perceive the power of Daluo in advance has many benefits."

Mengshenji looked calm and sighed softly:

"The difficulty of Daluo is difficult to ascend to the sky."

In the Yangshen world, Hong Yi restarted the timeline thousands of times, and he failed to take the last step in the tens of thousands of reincarnations.

Until in the world of the gate of eternal life, after realizing the three thousand avenues and the power of Daluo.

He was promoted in one fell swoop.

The same is true of nothingness.

Others, although only one step behind, do not know when they will be promoted.

Even, there will never be a chance.

"If this is not the case, how can we clearly understand the threshold of mysterious and golden numbers? For me, the benefits are too great..."

Wu Wuyi stood behind Hong Yi with his hands down, his expression indifferent and his eyes distant.

"If not, how can you experience the great power of the Grand Master..."

Niu Wuyi lowered his eyes, and the second half of the sentence was naturally unspoken.

In this prehistoric world, its inner dimensions and the universe are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges River. Relying on the so-called template of this world, Daluo is as numerous as stars, and there are not a few Hunyuan.

The power of his cultivation is naturally not something out of nothing.

The source is the great teacher.

The Hengsha Great Realm, countless great Luos, and many Primordial Primordial superpositions are just the power of that Grand Master!

Its vastness is unimaginable.

"What is true? What is false? The transformation of true and false, the handover of the virtual and the real, is the only way to change the Tao."

Dressed in white and moving without the wind, Hong Yi was not in a hurry or slowed down, and said lightly:

"Cultivating the truth through falsehood, why can't the fruit status in this world be true and not false?"

In Hong Yi's eyes, infinite light and shadow flickered.

The battle of Tianqi Mountain was reflected in his eyes, but it was not limited to that square inch.

In the vast sea of ​​stars, the saints of the thirty-three days, and the heavenly emperor who lowered their eyes from the rudimentary heavenly court, are all in the light of their eyes.

In addition to the chapters of the Conferred Gods, chapters such as the First Tribulation of the Dragon and Han Dynasty, the Lich War, and the Journey to the West all appeared in his eyes.

He is not only the Son of Destiny in this world, but in the three thousand chapters, he is a well-deserved Son of Destiny, where the general trend converges.

Almost the moment he came to this world, he reached the ceiling of this world, the sixteenth-order Primordial Primordial!

The limit of this world is the sixteenth order, Hunyuan.

Regardless of whether it is Hunyuan or Hunyuan Wuji in the heavens and myriad worlds, in this world, the highest can only be Hunyuan.

The Great Desolation accommodates ten thousand things, and let go of all restrictions, naturally because its restrictions are deeper.

For example, in the secular world, the exam papers in the Mongolian school, the highest score can only be a full score when done by a boy, and a full score when done by a scholar.

Even though the knowledge of the latter may be thousands of times that of the former.

This is the prehistoric world, the only suppression for all sentient beings in this world!

Nothingness and Mengshenji did not speak, and there was no need to speak.

The source of power in this realm is the Supreme Master, which is naturally true and true, and universal to all realms, but who can take power away from this realm?

Hong Yi can take whatever you want~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It doesn't matter if you take it away, try it with someone else?

"It's not just me, it can be you too..."

Hong Yi naturally knew what the two were thinking, and smiled lightly:

"The path of cultivating truth through falsehood, let's start from here."

"Master, what do you want to do?"

Niu Wu glanced at Meng Shen Ji, who was about to give up his son and admit defeat, and asked.

They had already been tied to Hong Yi and there was no way out, but he still didn't know what the Grand Master wanted to do.

Meng Shen Ji also looked at Hong Yi.

To this day, this pair of father and son has already reached a point that makes him unattainable.

This point, even if he has been reincarnated hundreds of millions of times, finally set foot on the other side and landed in Daluo, the reversal of innate cannot change.

"The first thing to do is not to let this war end..."

Hong Yi put away the chessboard and looked out of the endless void:

"This is not the original battlefield, but also the final battlefield!"

All restless, all resolved here.

Hong Yi dropped the last piece, beheading the whole black chess board, his eyes were indifferent and calm.

..........

Boom!

The sky was shaking, the endless sea water rushed back into the nine days, and the endless blood of iron and blood covered the sky and the sun.

"This is impossible!"

Between the battlefields, Zhang Guifang staggered back, his face horrified, his great supernatural powers, which he learned from self-intercepted teaching, could not shake this person's soul.

Yuwen Mu stepped forward and pointed out:

"Three Realms Tongtian Sword!"

boom!

The three-sided diamond-shaped "Three Realms Tongtian Sword" broke through the air, evolving into a boundless atmosphere of destruction, killing, killing, and trapping the three-character characters intertwined, and the sword qi like a Tianhe fell.

Flooded Zhang Guifang.

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