Projection of the Heavens

An angry curse shook the nine days.

God is so grateful for his virtue, loyal and willing to die.

The red-skinned gourd jumped into the air from above the gourd vine, shivering with anger.

He couldn't bear it any longer, and even if he hadn't recovered, he was forced to be born.

Otherwise, he suspects that he will be killed on the spot by these shameless people in the next moment.

"Shameless You! Shameless You! Qi Sha Old Ancestor!"

The small gourd stood in the air, and the bright anger spurted three thousand feet from the mouth of the gourd, and the burning void was wrinkled.

"I'm mad at me too!"

The little gourd and the three corpses jumped into a frenzy.

Ever since I ran into this unlucky person, I first blocked Yuan Banzhi for him and almost got killed.

After that, he was caught in the mouth of the Ouroboros, hovering between life and death, and was licked from time to time. Who can stand it?

What's even more exaggerated is that the Ouroboros went to the first time and space, but he didn't put him down, leaving him tragically crashing into the street in the aftermath.

As a result, he died, and there was still a small deflated calf who captured his traces and planted them.

These two seemingly simple and honest boys are also **** hearts!

He really didn't turn around and chop up these two boys!

"The gourd is ripe now?"

Yang Xi and Komatsu looked at each other, and then there was a hint of joy in their hearts.

Yang Xixi is happy that he can go down the mountain, but Komatsu is pure joy.

The gourd that I have cared for for tens of thousands of years has finally matured, how can there be no joy?

As for Xiao Hulu's scolding, the two subconsciously ignored it.

Should he be scolding his master for being shameless?

Forget it, the ancestor's magic weapon, just scold it.

"Senior's recovery is really gratifying."

Xiao Hulu's eyes widened in anger, just as he was about to say something, he suddenly heard a warm and peaceful voice echoing in his ears.

In the next instant, in the bamboo house on the top of the mountain, a white palm protruded out, and pinched the Immortal Slaying Gourd in the palm of his hand.

Picked from the air.

"Aah! Shameless little thief, quickly put down the ancestors!"

Being pinched in the palm of his hand inadvertently, Zhanxian Xiaoluo suddenly became furious and struggled desperately.

However, he died before, and at this time, he is far from returning to the old view. No matter how many times he struggled, he could not get rid of that palm.

"Master is out?"

"Master!"

Yang Xi and Xiao Song were instantly overjoyed and bowed to the bamboo house.

huh~

The bamboo house door opened.

Ye Fan, who was dressed in white with joy, paced out, with one hand behind his back, and the other holding the small gourd that kept vibrating out of the bamboo house.

When Xiao Hulu saw Ye Fan, he could smell the familiar aura:

"That kid, don't let go of the ancestors quickly!"

"Senior, please feel free."

The corner of Ye Fan's mouth raised slightly, his palm slowly loosened, and the small gourd was allowed to soar:

"Exactly, my little sister was looking for seniors a few days ago!"

your little sister?

Just as the little gourd flew three feet up, his figure froze again.

The little head protruded from the mouth of the gourd, and when he looked at it slightly, he seemed to see beyond the infinite time and space.

Snapped!

The little gourd was downcast, and fell directly onto Ye Fan's palm.

No matter how bad the situation was, it couldn't compare to falling into the hands of that terrifying little thing.

To this day, he can't figure it out.

How could the spirit of that kid give birth to such a terrifying conceptual creature.

"My little sister is sleeping, but she doesn't forget her seniors."

Ye Fan smiled warmly:

"How about I wake up my little sister?"

"...You brat, do you know how to respect the old and care for the young? Such a cute little guy finally fell asleep, but you have the heart to disturb her?"

The little gourd was so hung up that he didn't jump up.

That horrible little thing, it's best to sleep for a lifetime.

The old man had had enough.

"If that's the case, then Senior Lao will come down the mountain with my two disciples."

Ye Fan smiled and said:

"Think about it, senior won't refuse it, right?"

Saying that, Ye Fan threw the small gourd to Komatsu with a slight toss.

The little gourd moved slightly, and was silently taken by Komatsu.

what can I do?

How did you get involved with such a family?

The little gourd sighed in his heart.

But he also knew that if it wasn't for Ye Fan and the others, he wouldn't be able to recover so quickly.

"Thank you, Master."

Komatsu ignored the look of disgust on Xiao Hulu's face and touched it back and forth.

He is a squirrel who has become enlightened, and he likes plants and trees the most. Of course, he is close to this little gourd that he has taken care of for tens of thousands of years.

"Master let us go down the mountain?"

Yang Xi is also overjoyed.

He didn't care that Ye Fan gave the small gourd to Xiaosong. For him, it was naturally the best to let him go down the mountain.

"It's time to go down the mountain."

Ye Fan nodded slightly and said:

"You go down the mountain, go to Tianqi Mountain to help your uncle, suppress it and refuse to accept it."

One side's real Taiyi time and space will attract so many imprints of Taoism, and it is not so easy to want to conquer them one by one and make them become the resources for this world to evolve towards reality.

Naturally, they would not sit back and watch Hong Yi take action alone.

"Go to Beidou City first, and summon Chuanying to go with him."

Ye Fan stood with his hands behind his back, looking at Tianqi Mountain.

There was shouting and killing the sky, the sky was shaking, the battle was continuous, the void of countless dimensions was shaking, the endless wars were raging, and the war was extremely terrifying.

Almost every moment, countless masters fell, and blood invaded the earth like the sea. Even if the distance was infinite, Ye Fan could feel the tragicness of that battle.

Obviously, with the generals of the real masters of the three religions, the battle has really started.

The real masters of the Xiqi side have already taken action.

"Is the general of Chuanying going?"

Yang Xi raised his head, a little surprised.

Who is Chuanying?

It was after the chaos of ancient times, in the age of mythology, when his master was incarnated as the emperor, the first divine general in the heavenly court.

"Other great emperors and immortal kings will also go."

Ye Fan said something casually, then waved his hand:

"Go."

"Yes."

Yang Xi and Komatsu bowed and went down to Beidou Mountain.

Seeing the two disciples disappear into light, Ye Fan's eyes did not waver, but there was a terrifying fluctuation inside.

At this time, it is not the time for him to shoot.

Thunderbolt sweeping holes is naturally possible, but it is difficult to sweep them all in one go.

This area is vast and immeasurable, and there are infinite dimensions. If the Hengsha heavens cannot attract all the imprints of the Tao.

I want to completely suppress everything, and absorb all the traces of time and space of the Taiyi flood in the heavens of the world, making the flood real, occupying the beginning, and becoming the source of the world.

The time required is too long.

After a while, Ye Fan walked out of the courtyard, sat cross-legged in front of the bamboo forest, lowered his eyes, and the data passed by like a waterfall:

[Player: Ye Fan (Son of Destiny)]

[Cultivation base: Sixteenth order]

[Supernatural powers: Heavenly Emperor Fist, Nine Secrets...]

Ye Fan's eyes flickered.

Of course, he never crossed Hunyuan into Dao robbery and proved Dao Hunyuan.

But under the template of this world, he realized the power of the Primordial Realm.

This is naturally a great benefit for him to really step into the Primordial Yuan.

After retreating for 100,000 years, he deduced his own power of Hunyuan while comprehending the power of Hunyuan.

"Hun Yuan..."

......

"It's time to move! All these years, my bones are going to rust!"

In the territory of Li Kingdom, in a vast and magnificent palace, the majestic Jiuli stood up and gently stretched his muscles and bones.

"Xian Dao, Buddhist Dao......"

With a hint of anticipation on his face, Jiuli pushed open the gate of the palace and strode out.

huh~

After a while, a black and white streamer pierced through the sky, and Jiuli rode the iron-eating beast away.

"Your mother-in-law, don't eat it!"

"Let's go quickly!"

In the distance, Emperor Jiuli's scolding can be heard, and from time to time, the cheerful "嘤嘤" sound can be heard.

Not only Yang Xi, Komatsu, Chuanying, Jiuli, but also many great emperors who occupied the 800 vassal kingdoms, are also taking action.

Sooner or later, they headed towards the Tianqi Mountain battlefield at the junction of Dashang and Xiqi.

.........

boom!

Boom!

The screams of killing shook the sky, and the flames of war spread in many dimensional spaces. A strong man was fighting for life and death, a roar filled the sky, the stars fell, and the boundless earth shattered.

There are more than one billion immortal armies on both sides, Chan Jie, Jie Jiao, disciples and masters of the Western Sect, and there are endless masters from the Xiqi side.

And the countless wounded players who are not afraid of death, earn money by killing a blood, and don't lose their minds when they die.

And the masters of all parties who came from all directions to join the battlefield~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The horror of the battle is unimaginable.

The Tianqi Mountain, which stretches for trillions of miles, has been completely wiped out. The battle is not only limited to Tianqi Mountain, but also spreads endlessly towards the Quartet. The void of the beginningless dimension after the void is constantly shattering.

The horror level of this battle has surpassed the spontaneous repair of heaven and earth.

There is fire and feng shui everywhere, endless chaos pervades the air, the sky and the earth are dull, the sun and the moon are dim, and it is a tragic mess.

......

roar~~~

In the sky above Tianqi Mountain, hundreds of millions of miles away, a huge black tiger roared in the sky.

Boom!

The void cracked, and the terrifying ripples spread hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers.

The black tiger was extremely ferocious, and surrounded by black mist, countless ghosts transformed by masters who died under their minions wailed mournfully.

It set off an endless fishy wind and blew away countless wounded players.

"A mere rat generation, dare to kill me Zhao Gongming?!!"

Above the black tiger, Zhao Gongming held the divine whip and roared in anger.

"Cough cough!"

Not far away, Shen Gongbao retreated in embarrassment, shouting, "Senior Brother Zhao, be careful, all fellow Daoists will die in the hands of these Xiao Xiaos!"

Shen Gongbao was nervous.

In these days of the war, he went to find Taoist friends to help him more than once, and was surrounded and killed by countless wounded players.

I don't know how many fellow Daoists died tragically under the siege.

"Junior Brother Shen, don't worry, there are just a few rats, but I can't help Zhao Gongming!"

Above the black tiger, Zhao Gongming's eyes were cold, and with a shock of the divine whip, he killed the countless players who swarmed.

"The second-generation disciple of the interception, the elder brother of Empress Sanxiao, Zhao Gongming! Kill him and grab the Ding Sea God Pearl!"

Countless players have red eyes.

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