The First Immortal of the Heavens

The cultivation effect of environment shaping even surpasses the spiritual stone.

The publicity of the Nine Extremes True Essence has long ignored the spirit stones. Even the support provided by the extremely high-end Ling Stones is not recognized by the Nine Extremes True Essence. Only the spiritual stones can work, and as the realm rises, the consumption of the spiritual stones increases. There is a lot of hair, and there are signs of a need for Ling Sacred Stone.

And here, it is better than the spiritual stone.

The seven-color divine light spitting out of the seven-color treasure soil turned into rain and sprinkled on the body, and the wind passed by, swaying the seven gourds, and the falling light was pure and flawless, assisting cultivation.

Such an environment made him practice faster and faster.

He is a "fast" man himself, and he is faster now.

Within half an hour, there was a roar in his dantian, triggering the surrounding air of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, thunder, light and darkness, and other nine elements agitated, forming nine-color divine light, echoing the divine beauty of the seven-color treasure soil.

At a certain moment, his breath was like thunder, his breath was like wind, and his power was surging.

Boom!

The surrounding nine-colored lights trembled violently, soaring suddenly, lingering around a hundred meters in radius.

He broke through.

The Nine Extremes of True Yuan boiled and stirred, and it became more and more domineering.

He opened his eyes, like a telegraph.

"The ninth level of the touch of the sky!"

He waved his fist and brought his fist to hunt.

He doesn't know what others are like to break through a small realm, but the strength based on the Nine Extremes True Essence, a part of growth, means a great increase in strength.

Setting foot in this realm means that he can finally look at the ascendant realm.

He did not continue to practice because he found that this practice seemed to have a little effect on the seven gourds, as if the essence of the seven-color treasure soil was absorbed and refined by him, which interfered with the growth of the seven gourds.

"It's better to take it away, waiting to be moved to the wild forest, it is definitely a great heritage."

He didn't pull the gourd vine this time, but took the seven-color treasure soil directly and put it into an immeasurable treasure bottle.

He couldn't tell whether the Immeasurable Vase came from the Mo family or the Liu family's residence. The size of his palm, the huge internal space, and the magical effect of nourishing the seven-color treasure soil.

After the whole moved in, he dripped two more drops of life holy water in.

This is completely intuitive and instinctive.

He must hesitate to put it on others, Zhang Yang has long been used to it.

The two drops of life holy water immediately made the Seven-Colored Treasure Earth bloom with a richer seven-color spirit, giving the gourd vine greater support.

Only then did he put the Immeasurable Bottle away.

At this moment, a slight abnormal noise came.

Zhang Yang immediately looked at the ground.

With his hearing, there will never be an illusion.

"Is there any treasure in the underground?"

He took out the Wolf King's spear and dug the ground.

The wolf's head emerged from the wolf king's gun, his face was aggrieved, his face was sad, and his face looked unlovable.

Is the once sacred object so unwelcome?

It's nothing more than not being used for fighting, but it can only be used as a tool for digging.

Sad!

The unlovable wolf head just looked at the publicity, for a moment.

"Boom!"

Another noise came.

This time it was more obvious and very powerful.

Zhang Yang is more curious, what is it?

He is faster.

The wolf king's spear used force and directly blasted the ground.

Then a third sound came.

"Boom!"

This time, the public look suddenly changed.

Because he actually felt that his heart seemed to be drawn by some kind of mysterious, and it jumped, which made him feel unexplainable.

"Boom!"

When the fourth sound came, Zhang Yang's heart seemed to jump out of his chest.

Strong anxiety crawled into his heart.

escape!

Almost instinctively, Zhang Yang took the three steps of mountains and rivers to the extreme. With his current strength at the ninth level of the touch of the sky, the speed is naturally much faster than before. Like the stream of the earth, he rushed forward and rushed out five or six miles in the blink of an eye. It was more than ten miles away in the breath.

He landed on a high **** and looked back.

But I heard the noise again.

It's not that his hearing is good, but that the sound travels too far, and even with his eyesight, he can see that the place where the seven-colored treasure was once located is the center, and there is a slight vibration in the area of ​​three miles.

Zhang Yang has an urge to stay away again.

His instinct tells him that there is a big danger!

He has always trusted his instincts.

boom!

Suddenly, the ground cracked at that location and a hand stretched out.

It was a huge hand with the size of one meter, and the hand was covered with long black hair, which stood erect like spears.

The giant black hand suddenly clenched into a fist.

Click!

An appalling scene happened.

With the black giant hand as the center, the void in a ten-mile radius is as high as ten miles from the void, and ten miles down to the ground. The void is shattered, like glass being broken, everything on the ground, whether it is a mountain or a river, etc. , All turned into powder, really razed to the ground.

Zhang Yang's eyes widened from the sight.

"Holy?"

He never thinks that Da Wuliang has such power.

Only a saint of unfathomable depth can do this.

He was 13 miles away, so close at hand.

I can clearly see the process of how the mountains and petrifaction turned into powder from three miles away.

Even the moment he saw that power exert its power, he had a subtle feeling, which seemed to deepen his perception of the holy way.

He has the magic of the holy way of the green mountains.

Fortunately to watch the holy path of the 100-meter giant's corpse.

Climb the road of the death saint and experience the holy meaning.

It is also an experience to step into the seven-color treasure land to practice.

Such a combination already made him more or less aware of the holy way, and felt it by observing his power.

However, he himself still chose to retreat without hesitation.

God knows what will happen next time.

There is a great terror hidden in the Da Rifeng Ruins.

Back quickly.

Under the three steps of the mountains and rivers, the appearance of the mountains and rivers appeared at his feet, as if the legendary secret technique of immortality shrank into an inch, and easily retreated more than ten miles again.

Nearly thirty miles away, his eyesight still saw that place very clearly.

He had just stabilized for a while, and that place had changed again.

The ground within three miles was pushed away from the earth by a terrible force and floated into the air.

Then, a huge body slowly stood up straight from the ground.

The moment he stood up completely, all the earth and rocks in the air disappeared and disappeared.

"Holy Corpse!"

Zhang Yang looked back involuntarily.

The corpse, the saint turned into a zombie after death!

However, the saint was too strong before his life, if turned into a saint corpse, it would be even more invincible.

The corpse is ten meters high, and the whole body is black and lacquered, as if cast with black gold, covered with black hair, which is the corpse hair, roots like black spears, twisting the body with the corpse , Friction with the air, cut the void full of cracks, and the fineness makes people give birth to intensive phobia.

"If the saint's corpse changes after death, it will be many times stronger than before."

"Because the saint corpse is hard to damage even the sacred objects, it is invulnerable in the true sense."

All the knowledge about the saint corpse flashed through Zhang Yang's mind.

Apart from terror, it is still terror.

"Roar!"

The holy corpse suddenly roared.

The clouds and mist in the sky burst, the light shrouded in the sky trembled, and Feng Luan paused slightly.

The mountains and rivers trembled in all directions.

Zhang Yang, who was nearly thirty miles apart, had black eyes, blank head, deafness in both ears, and almost vomited blood with howling.

In the next moment, the earth glowed, and countless flame streaks appeared on the ground, quickly converging in the past, turning into a chain of flames, and "pupupupu" actually penetrated the invulnerable saint corpse.

The publicity who witnessed all this was also really shocked. He was a little bit afraid of Da Ri Feng Ruins, and there were too many things that shocked him.

However, after the sacred corpse was penetrated, in addition to pain, it seemed to be a little sober, no longer roaring, but questioning.

"Who killed the saint?"

This question undoubtedly shows that he is a little clear-headed, not a pure saint who only knows to kill lives.

Almost instinctively, Zhang Yang shouted: "You were killed by the Ghosts and Gods Terrace!"