Projection of the Heavens

In the 100,000-mile-high sky above Jinghai City, the endless chaotic energy exploded, and the majestic Sacred Martial Hall continued to rise and fall, exhaling endless vitality.

In the hall, there was a solemn silence, and the mighty wills of all the princes and other powerful clans were silent.

Just after Gu Shaoshang blasted out with a punch and collided with the Ten Thousand Demons Pagoda.

"Yep?"

Jing Haihou, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly raised his eyebrows slightly and opened his eyes: "Someone actually touched my Ten Thousand Demon Pagoda? The little guy from the human race was stronger than expected that day?"

The Ten Thousand Demon Pagoda is a supreme weapon of innate sacred level. Although it is already broken, it is far less than when it was in its prime, and it is not something that ordinary people can touch.

His eyes flickered slightly, and he saw the blue-black Myriad Demon Pagoda standing like a pillar in the sacred world, and it trembled imperceptibly.

In the sacred world, rivers and seas are overturned, and hundreds of millions of miles of trees and seas are overturned, just like the sky is falling apart.

"Hey, it's interesting."

King Shengwu, who had a flawless aura all over his body and an unparalleled face, also raised his brows and showed a slight smile.

His face was delicate, with a hint of cinnabar between his eyebrows, as red as blood.

"My lord, I'm afraid there will be changes."

Jinghaihou said: "It can touch my Ten Thousand Demon Pagoda, this power is not something these juniors can resist."

Although the Great Competition of Ten Thousand Clans pays attention to life and death, if the casualties are really heavy, there will inevitably be some disturbances.

"No problem"

With a smile, King Shengwu said lightly: "Those who can survive have the value of cultivation. I can't bear this kind of hardship. When the "Cang" comes, it will also be dead."

Although there was a hint of a smile on his face, there was no trace of fluctuation in his eyes.

King Shengwu is innate and sacred. He has seen many killings in his life, so how can he take this movement into his eyes.

There were hundreds of millions of living beings in the Shenhuang Dynasty, and there were countless living beings on the vast continent. The number of people who died every day was no less than 100 million, both here and elsewhere. What is the difference between dying now and dying in the future?

"My lord, how powerful is the Cang clan? That side has shrouded the shadow of the vast continent. Is it really the half of the vast continent that the Cang clan split into?"

Jinghaihou asked.

Although the innate sacredness of the top ten of the vast continent rushed to the outside world, he was still a little unbelievable.

Although he has lived for hundreds of thousands of years, the Cang family is also a legend to him.

According to records, the human race existed in the vast continent, but only for tens of millions of years.

In that distant chaotic era, the Primordial Era, the Ancient Era, I don't know how long ago, the vast continent was the world of the "Cang" family!

The pure-blooded Cang clan was born in chaos, and birth is inherently sacred!

Intermarriage with other races gave birth to real dragons, phoenixes, **** monkeys, dao-killing bluebirds, and other tyrannical races that were not inferior to the celestial race.

That is the first race of the vast continent. Compared with it, the Celestial Race is nothing.

"Unknown!"

King Shengwu sighed a little and said: "The specific deeds of the ancient first emperor Xi's defeat of the Cang clan have long been lost in the long river of time and space. It has already been covered by an unimaginably terrifying supreme figure!"

"How tyrannical the Cang Clan really is, and how the Emperor Xi defeated the Cang Clan back then, is impossible to know. However, there is a shortage in the vast continent, which is beyond doubt. Otherwise, those existences would not be able to step into the vast continent."

King Shengwu's eyes flickered slightly and said.

In his words, Jinghaihou felt something unusual.

Just as he was about to ask, he saw King Shengwu wave his hand and said, "With your cultivation, knowing these is the limit."

Jinghai Hou smiled dumbly and stopped talking.

"Damn, the little things of the Celestial Clan are too strong!"

At this time, on the throne in the distance, a big man with a body like an iron tower and a face like pale gold appeared: "If these little cubs die, the old cow will feel a little distressed!"

But it is the holy cow king, one of the seventy-two holy kings of the demon clan.

"Humph!"

Immediately after that, on the other throne, in a burst of azure light, the figure of Kamikaze slowly emerged: "Old Man Niu, you will feel distressed too?!"

The blue light in his eyes was hot, and he looked at the Holy Bull King with an undisguised murderous aura.

"Old Qingpi, you don't need to provoke me."

The Holy Bull King smiled "hehe" and said, "After the big competition, the Ten Thousand Demon Pagoda will have its own victory and defeat! If I lose, Lao Niu, I will personally simmer my 1.13 million descendants and bring them to your table! If you lose"

Laughing and smiling, there was a ferocious look on his face: "I hope you can also cook the dozen or so little green skins in one pot, so that the old cow can have a good time!"

The Kamikaze tribe is naturally close to vegetation, and every drop of blood is a great supplement to other races, and any member of the tribe is comparable to the supreme elixir.

Among the magic pills of the vast continent, one of them was refined by 990,000 people from the Divine Wind tribe.

One, can go straight to the ninth level of gods and demons, and it can also add a chance to break through the innate sacredness.

Throughout the ages, even if the Kamikaze clan has always been the top 20 big clan in the vast vastness, they cannot avoid the end of being poached.

For the Holy Bull King, although the people of the Kamikaze clan were of no use to him, he still remembered the taste.

"Old Bull!!"

Kamikaze Supremacy squinted slightly, and the dullness contained deep killing intent: "After Cang arrives, the outside world will definitely fight you to the death!"

"Exactly what I want!"

The Holy Bull King laughed and said, "When the time comes, the old bull will accompany you!"

"Okay, you two!"

King Shengwu frowned slightly and said: "The big game is over in the blink of an eye. The victory or defeat is recorded by the Myriad Demon Pagoda. You just need to wait for the result."

For the two of them, he was happy to see it succeed.

But in the territory of the human race, these two really want to do it, which is also very troublesome for him.

Even if he can stop it, a trace of collision overflows, and Jinghai Kingdom will disappear into the long history of the Shenhuang Dynasty.

Jinghai Hou looked indifferent, his eyes looked at his nose, and his nose looked at his heart.

With his cultivation base, it is not suitable to meddle in the dialogue of several giants.

If it is not holy, it will end up as an ant.

Although he is the first prince of the gods, he is not Lin Xuanlong. Under such an existence, he will only live a few more moments at most, and he is not much stronger than ordinary gods and demons.

The two holy cow kings nodded, but they stopped talking.

Boom!

Boom! !

Everywhere is boiling, everywhere is exploding, and the immeasurable vitality seems to have turned into hundreds of millions of thunders, forming a seemingly endless sea of ​​thunder.

"puff!"

Tianren Di Shi spat out a mouthful of blood that was shaped like mercury and weighed as heavy as Xingyue.

Under the bombardment of Gu Shaoshang's fist, it flew over hundreds of thousands of miles.

Her supernatural power of "replacing me with heaven" has never been fully cultivated. Although most of Gu Shaoshang's punch was taken by the Ten Thousand Demon Pagoda, the small half of the remaining punch also caused huge damage to her.

The grandeur of Gu Shaoshang's fist was the only one she had ever seen in her life.

None of the peers she fought against were so powerful.

"who are you?"

The Heavenly Man Emperor Shi flew hundreds of thousands of miles before he stopped slowly, standing on the sea of ​​thunder, and asked.

"What kind of magic is this?"

Gu Shaoshang raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes slightly brightened.

His punch, he is the strongest and clearest, the undead emperor who is also the fifth heaven, will be crushed by him in one blow.

Although Emperor Shi was much stronger than the Immortal Emperor who had just been promoted to the Red Dust Immortal, he would definitely not be able to take his punch.

His fist power is solid, and this magical power can transfer more than 60% of his fist power, and its level is probably beyond the scope of six stars.

"who are you?"

The corners of Tianrendi Shi's mouth were flowing with silver, his mind was tense, and the silver-white eyes were full of solemn colors.

When she received the punch, her hand was quite heavy, and Naba Lie's fist intent was still wreaking havoc in her body, tearing apart her flesh and blood, colliding with her will.

"Holding the sun and moon to pick the stars, there is no one like me in the world"

Gu Shaoshang sighed faintly and said, "The one who killed you is named Gu Shaoshang, you remember!"

The faint sigh was still echoing in the void, Gu Shaoshang smashed hundreds of thousands of miles of thunder seas in one step, and the fist mark raised like a galaxy swinging, and he was about to shoot her again.

What about the Celestial Clan, kill it, kill it!

"Gu Shaoshang"

Heavenly Human Emperor Shi gave Gu Shaoshang a deep look, his body suddenly drifted away, turning into billions of silver and white brilliance, drifting into the small worlds rolling in the endless void storm.

The silver radiance of the night was even faster than Gu Shaoshang's fist strike, and it also carried a sense of mighty heaviness like the vast sky.

Even at Gu Shaoshang's speed, it was impossible to stop him in an instant.

"You can't kill me"

The voice of Tianren Di Shi was calm with a chill, as well as a trace of unreconciled unwillingness.

This magical power is one of her trump cards.

Once used, even Jing Haihou of the Nine Heavens of Gods and Demons may not be able to intercept it. This ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is the handwriting left by the Holy Spirit.

"Holy Handwriting"

Gu Shaoshang stopped and frowned slightly, but there were not too many surprises.

If he trains his heirs by himself, he will leave his means on him, not to mention a little princess of the Celestial Race like Celestial Emperor Shi.

For her, this great competition of ten thousand races is just a game.

"Stop chasing, that day Rendi Shi had the protective powers left by the eighteen gods of the heaven and human race. Even if the gods made a move, it would not be easy to keep her."

At this moment, the young man in purple shirt standing firmly in front of Wang Yuanyuan called out to Gu Shaoshang.

"Then next time!"

Gu Shaoshang didn't care either.

Those who lose in his hands will not have a second chance to come back.

The defeated Tianren Emperor Shi is no longer his opponent. Even if he makes a comeback, it will only be a matter of punching again.

"Under Miao Xiaoxiao, thank this brother for helping us!"

Miao Xiaoxiao bowed slightly and thanked Gu Shaoshang.

The sword and the sword that was smashed by the emperor of heaven and earth returned to him at some point.

With Gu Shaoshang's eyesight, it is natural to see that the reason why this young man in purple shirt was able to enter the Ten Thousand Demon Pagoda with the cultivation base he had just stepped into the illusion realm was because of the sword and sword he carried on his back.

Those swords and swords are all psychic gods, and their levels are all gods and demons, which are stronger than some imperial soldiers in the sky.

The combination of swords and swords can even make this young man fight.

This kind of method is somewhat similar to the cultivation method of the Celestial Soldier Clan. However, this sword has its limits. If the sword cannot be channeled, his path will end here.

"Wang Yuan"

Gu Shaoshang waved his hand and looked at the white-clothed boy sitting cross-legged under the huge light and shadow.

A long-lost smile appeared on his face: "Long time no see Wang Chao"