Supreme God King

The sky above the chaos world.

The Hunyuan Qi storm is raging, and any matter involved in it will immediately turn into the smallest particles and turn into turbid dust.

The violent storm even caused the entire dimension to collapse!

Without the edge of the sea, many powerful **** kings gathered in the open and secretly. It can be said that the most powerful peak overlord in this era has already arrived.

Emperor Bo Wu had a serious face, and the law of vitality around his body was arranged into an enchantment to withstand the impact of the storm.

The Night King hid in the darkness and erased his figure.

Other gods are like this.

These figures standing at the top of the pinnacle book all resisted the storm.

Only Bai Buxian was greeted by the storm, and his hair and clothes were hunted and hunted.

He squinted his eyes and watched quietly.

On the side, the old man with missing body strength extended into the surrounding void to stabilize himself: "How much is it possible for the Great Primordial Chaos to overcome this calamity?"

"Ten billion years ago, he established the Chaos Realm, and used the Qi of Chaos and many apostasy to shield the laws of Heavenly Dao. For tens of billions of years, the power of the Dao of Heaven could not enter the Chaos Realm. It can be said that the Great Chaos is his own He made a perfect turtle shell, and before he retracted into this turtle shell, he was already the King of Eight Tribulations."

Bai Buxian said softly, the storm did not affect his voice.

"He is too powerful. As long as he is exposed to the realm of heaven, he will immediately attract his ninth calamity. He has been hiding for tens of billions of years, just to avoid the ninth calamity. The longer a person lives, the more afraid of death. Since the emergence of the Great Chaos To this day, he has been standing on top of all beings, so even if there is a slight possibility that he cannot survive the ninth calamity, he will not leave."

Bai Buxian said indifferently.

"He must be able to get through..." The Missyue old man murmured, "The Ninth Tribulation, what kind of existence is it? The Great Primordial Chaos always stood at the pinnacle of sentient beings. The realm he did not reach, no other creatures could reach. Immortal, can you guess what the Ninth Tribulation looks like."

"Like you said, before the Great Primordial Chaos reached the ninth calamity, no one would know what the ninth calamity looked like, but I know one thing." The words that Bai Buxian uttered were thicker than the other, and the aura became more and more powerful. , It seems that he is adjusting his state, a kind of aura of waiting to sleep. "Heaven is afraid of the ninth calamity-missing the moon, you should go in."

The voice did not fall.

Over the raging chaotic storm, the rolling laws turned into tangible rivers and gathered in the past.

The majestic will of heaven is brewing in it!

The sky wall cracked.

At the other end of the huge gap are a pair of eyes.

From a deity.

That is the embodiment of the law of heaven.

These mighty gods jumped out, jumped out of the gap, fell into the law of convergence, and immediately shattered. Their flesh was a piece of spar, changing, and quickly formed a huge square painted halberd. !

From a distance, this Fangtian painting halberd looks like a huge world.

More gods jumped above Fang Tian's painting halberd.

Their bodies, laws, and all strengths are integrated into the Euphorbia.

As a result, this Fangtian painted halberd became larger and larger and more vast.

This Fangtian painting halberd gives all the feeling of watching the **** king, it seems that it can directly destroy a dimension!

"Heaven is burning his own strength." Bai Buxian smiled. "Just like the **** king burns Shouyuan's body in desperation, Tiandao is doing the same thing, hahahaha! Tiandao is so scared, hahahaha!"

His laughter spread far away.

Without the edge of the sea, Emperor Bo Wu in a goose-yellow brocade slowly retracted his gaze. With a wave of his palm, a small boat fell into Wuhai.

He stepped on a small boat and entered the chaos world.

The Night King followed closely behind.

The three emperors from the heavenly courts, headed by the sun and moon emperor and **** Zaiying, who has three eyes, also headed towards the chaos realm.

Many powerful **** kings hidden in the dark appeared one after another, and there were hundreds of them.

"I'm leaving." The old man said, a wooden symbol appeared in his palm, its appearance was not good, and he came to the edge of Wuhai. Just about to drop the wooden sign, he suddenly paused and said, "Baibuxian, you and me. Is this the last side?"

"According to what you said, ninety-nine percent of it is." Bai Buxian smiled.

"I want to ask a question." The missing month old man said solemnly.

Bai Buxian smiled and nodded: "You know everything, and don't tell lies."

"What kind of existence are you?" The words of the elderly Miss Yue trembled a little, and they seemed to have endured it for a long time before finally speaking.

Bai Buxian pondered for a moment: "Anything in this world, I can fully understand it with a glance."

The elder's eyes flickered: "I don't understand."

"The past, the present, the future, the universe, the nine layers of heaven and earth, everything, I know everything."

Bai Buxian still smiled gently.

The old man with missing moon trembling lips: "You are dead, this world will become very boring."

"It's not boring." Bai Buxian smiled freely and freely: "The latecomers will be more exciting than us."

"Your daughter, Ramadan, it is very powerful, the tiger father has no dogs." The old man said.

Bai Buxian raised his eyebrows and looked a little triumphant: "I regret that I have resorted to martial arts all my life without leaving a bloodline? You still have time."

The moonless old man was silent for a long time.

One **** after another, across Wuhai, stepped into the chaos world.

The old man with missing moon resolutely turned around, put down the wooden sign, stepped on it, and headed towards the Chaos World.

Seeing that the backs of the **** kings disappeared in the already thin mist of the chaos world.

Bai Buxian put his hands behind his back and hummed a little song in his mouth.

The tune is full of antiquity.

Melodious and comfortable.

Suddenly.

A huge ark came from smashing the vacuum, without making any stop, it directly inserted into Wuhai.

At the moment before inserting Wuhai, Bai Buxian raised his head and glanced at the person in charge of the Ark.

Then smiled slightly.

Fleeting.

Inside the Ark of Dharma, Meng Fan did not have time to respond.

The speed of smashing the vacuum is too fast.

On the ark, there are only twenty or so gods.

Meng Fan, Xie Jingyi, Wang Haicheng, Xie Jinghai, Yao Ji Siyu, and in addition, there are powerful **** kings in various gods.

After staring at Bai Buxian, a bad premonition suddenly rose in Meng Fan's heart.

Very uncomfortable.

Very uncomfortable.

Saw it.

It is like the sky, lost the sun and the moon, eclipsed.

He didn't know why he felt this way.

But everything does not allow him to think too much.

The Ark of Faxiang has rushed into the chaos world, inserted into the fog of chaos.

Chaos and fog are the Qi of Hunyuan.

Just like the power of mortal dust, devil qi, vows, and the qi of Hunyuan Qi, it is also a power that is transformed from vitality. This is the power that belongs to the Great Chaos, and no one can crack it.

Therefore, everything that was once hidden in the mist of Hunyuan can't live in this world.

Now, the qi of chaos is getting thinner and thinner because it continuously converges toward the center of the chaos world.

Dharma on the Ark.

Meng Fan held the edge of the ark in his hand and looked at the depths of the chaos world with firm eyes.

Xie Jinghai came closer and said softly: "This is an opportunity for the rapid rise of Heaven in the future."

"It's also an opportunity to complement many avenues." Xie Jingyi said.

Boom!

A huge force, from nowhere, hit the Ark of Faxiang!

Subsequently, this reshaped ancient ship without sea.

Torn apart.

Several powerful priests in the palace.

Shattered on the spot.

Wang Haicheng's half body shattered.

Under the huge impact, Meng Fan vomited blood, his will was blurred, and he fell into the mist of Hunyuan.