Xuanhuan: Me! Start to create a secret building!

“Boom!”

The thunder spear landed.

Thunder is like Wang Yang, boundless, electric flashing, hooking nine days, flooding the earth, extremely terrifying, the earth and rocks are scorched everywhere it passes.

The traces of the original hall were completely erased.

If it weren’t for the formation guard, most of the entire palace would have been destroyed.

Under such power.

Mo said that Beichenheng was an ordinary person.

Even if he is at his peak, he may not be able to block it.

For this blow, Beichenyong has absolute confidence, don’t look at him as unsanctified, but he has absorbed not only the strength of his eight sons, but also some geniuses who have been collected over the years.

These people are secretly cultivating the Nayuan Divine Technique.

In the end, it all became his nourishment.

With the cultivation accumulated by countless people, he can be called invincible among his peers!

“It’s over.”

Beichenyong’s voice was gloomy.

Even so, he still didn’t understand his hatred, and the anger in his chest was soaring and burning, and his body was full of demonic flames, like an ancient ferocious beast that wanted to choose people to eat!

“It is too easy to cut off the path to sanctification and want to die… Well? ”

Beichenyong raised his hand and grabbed it, and in the thunder of the sky, he grabbed a loneliness.

What’s going on?

His brow furrowed.

It stands to reason that Beichen Heng should be dead, and he wants to detain his soul, why didn’t he react?

Don’t?

A guess arose in Beichenyong’s heart.

He just hit with one blow and let the other party’s soul fly away?

This possibility, very low.

He is very clear about his strength, no one knows better than him how much power the spear just now has, no matter what, the soul should remain.

Wrong.

Beichen Yong’s eyes narrowed, and his eyes pierced through the sea of thunder, wanting to see what was happening.

Without waiting for him to see the situation.

A figure walked out like a leisurely walk in the sea of thunder.

“How is it possible!”

Beichenyong’s brows furrowed, a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: “You are actually not dead?” ”

“Disappointed the Father.”

Beichen Heng’s appearance is still old, he carries his hands on his back, climbs the steps, and falls in one step, and his body that was originally like dead wood suddenly heard the sound of a mountain roaring tsunami.

The true yuan in his body, rumbling, flesh and blood, like wolf smoke, pierced through the sky, shaking the clouds in all directions.

With his position as the center, the luck of the entire Tianyin Imperial Dynasty seemed to be pulled, gathering from all directions.

From above his head, it turned into a whirlpool and poured down.

“The sons and daughters have long said that in this position, the father and the emperor have sat for five thousand years, and it is time to abdicate and give way to the virtuous!”

Beichenheng is still unhurried.

Every step he took fell, and the aura on his body was stronger.

The cultivation that was originally abandoned has grown rapidly.

Forge the Body Realm!

Genki Realm!

……

Celestial Planetary Realm!

Holy Lord Realm!

Sage!

……

“Boom!”

With the last step, Beichen Heng came to Beichenyong, he looked directly at his father, his eyes were without waves, and a terrifying aura swept out of his body.

The power of saints, suppress heaven and earth!

“Boom!”

The power of terror came at me.

Beichenyong’s body trembled as if he had been hit hard, and then his face turned pale, and he flew out directly upside down, rumbling and crashing through countless palaces.

Splashed smoke and dust.

Beichen Yong was lying on a ruin, the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he stood up tremblingly, his hair was messy on his shoulders, and the whole person looked a little hysterical.

“Impossible!”

“Nope! Can! Yes! ”

“After thousands of years of hard work, you have not yet become holy, the exercises you practice are all incomplete, and without a follow-up, how can you become holy one step at a time?”

“Not right….!!”

“You have abolished cultivation, why on earth did you become holy!!”

Beichenyong was close to madness, his lifelong pursuit, and finally the bamboo basket was empty, but his son jumped out of the chessboard with a chess piece from his hand.

Just jump out of the chessboard.

The identities of chess players and pawns were even swapped.

This transformation made him almost vomit blood.

“In this world, nothing is impossible.”

Beichenheng turned around.

This moment.

He is as rich as jade, with a long figure, and a jade crown on his head, judging from his appearance, but he is just in his early twenties, and anyone who looks at it can’t help but praise.

What a son of Zhuo Shijia!

Since he reached the cultivation of the saint, Shouyuan increased by as many as 10,000 years out of thin air, and the appearance of the originally middle-aged man became completely younger, and in a sense, he could be regarded as rejuvenation.

As long as the Tianyin Imperial Dynasty is not extinguished, he stays within the territory of the Tianyin Imperial Dynasty, and he can have everything that the Saint Realm should have, even Shouyuan!

From this, we can also see the horror of the law of sanctification.

“Something must be wrong!”

Beichenyong’s voice was hoarse, and after a moment, he suddenly raised his head, staring at Beichenheng with dead eyes, and squeezed out a few words with difficulty.

“The Law of Sanctification by Luck!”

The year.

The forbidden art of the Great Departure Dynasty has a lot of prestige in the entire world, and their Tianyin Imperial Dynasty is naturally hungry, after destroying the Great Departure.

They searched for it with all their might, but in the end they found nothing.

Until.

Beichenyong ascended the throne.

He also looked for it, but unfortunately he couldn’t find it either.

But what I didn’t expect was.

Today.

By virtue of the method of sanctification, he actually appeared in the hands of his own son!

“Give it to Xuan!”

“Give the method of borrowing and transporting sanctification to Xuan!”

“Whatever you want, I will give you !!!”

Beichen Yong staggered forward, his eyes blooming with longing, and after the hope of sanctification was shattered, a ray of light once again appeared in his heart.

“I want…”

A sneer appeared at the corner of Beichen Heng’s mouth, and said lightly: “Father Emperor go to accompany a few royal brothers!” ”