heavens An ancient myth passed down from generation to generation.
Perhaps for today's era, all the races in the world can only go back to ancient times.
After all, a long one hundred and eight epochs have passed in recent times alone, not to mention the medieval times, ancient times, and the ancient times of gods.
The total number of years in each era is one hundred and eight thousand years.
The long years can obliterate too many things, but the legends of the heavens have been passed down.
One can imagine the meaning contained in this.
Qingyang Huan already understood that he was completely on the cusp of the storm.
There is no way, not to mention those foreign races in the mountains and seas, even some strong men within their own human race, they all want to take a bite of themselves and taste what it feels like for all the heavens and all the ways to be unified.
He stayed in Wanyuan for several days, sitting cross-legged on a cold cliff.
No matter how the wind roared, it still couldn't extinguish the blazing flame in his heart.
This is the throbbing before the storm.
It is not that simple to extinguish it.
It requires a bloody conquest.
Buzz Purple light flickered between his brows, and when he waved his hand, it turned into a wisp of purple fire, lingering in the palm of his hand.
The beating purple fire constantly transformed into various evil shadows, showing how exciting his next destiny would be.
He has now become a magnet, attracting the eyes of all the worlds all the time.
The heavens are too dazzling, just like the sun hanging high in the sky, covering up the starlight of the stars in the vast starry sky.
The target of public criticism is the vast starry sky, the stars are like the gravel of the Ganges River, among the billions of stars only the sun is so dazzling, this is his current situation.
The Wanyuan world is somewhat different from the Haoyuan world.
Because it is close to the periphery of the Guixu world, and a huge crack has opened up in the emptiness of Wanyuan, stretching for millions of miles, it is just enough to attract the divine light of the sun, moon and stars.
The moon rises and sets, casting a shadow over the myriad sources, and the sky wind seems to add a bit of chill.
Sitting cross-legged on the top of the mountain, Qing Yanghuan suppressed the restlessness in his heart and closed his eyes to rest.
He slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the vast starry sky above Wanyuan.
A meteor fell from the starry sky of Guixu World, cutting through the dim time and space.
Coming The meteor fell, splashing with sword energy, cutting through a large layer of atmosphere guarding the outside of Wanyuan World, and stood at the top of this vast world.
"The Holy Son of Jixia Dongtian has arrived.
The Jinpeng Emperor Clan members must come out to greet him."
The voice was like thunder.
The young man was wearing a white robe with a simple small sword embroidered on his left chest.
This is the way of swordsmanship among hundreds of schools of thought in Jixia Cave Heaven.
The sonorous and sharp voice suddenly pierced the entire continent, especially the big city of the Jinpeng tribe in the center of Wanyuan.
For a time, countless warriors were awakened by this voice.
Wanyuan is a ruined world that was captured by the human race very early.
It was not controlled by the Jinpeng Imperial Clan at the beginning.
And this is not only a resting place for the warriors of the Jinpeng tribe, as it is relatively close to the origin of the human race's western continent, many tribes and warriors on the human race use Wanyuan as a resting place to enter the depths of Guixu.
This unbridled sound caused countless warriors to raise their heads and look towards the sky.
In fact, this is not the first time that this has happened.
In this short period of time, warriors from Jixia Cave Heaven have not come to Wanyuan once or twice.
Every time he is so arrogant, Jixia Cave Heaven, hundreds of schools of thought, representing more than a hundred kinds of laws among the ten thousand ways.
It is a pity that today, among the tyrannical schools of thought, they have also become a fad, and each generation is inferior to the last.
However, for many ordinary warriors in Wanyuan, no matter how Jixia Dongtian declines, it is still a behemoth that can easily crush them to death.
The domineering aura swept over Wanyuan.
On the lonely peak in the north of Wanyuan, Qingyang Huan stood up and looked at the young warrior who was enveloped in fierce sword energy.
Naturally, every move of Qingyang Huan was seen by Jian Wuyuan.
After all, in the entire Wanyuan, there was only such a being squatting on the top of the towering cloud mountain, as if waiting for his arrival.
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"Which one of the Jinpeng tribe are you?
Come with me.
The Holy Son is coming to Wanyuan soon.
Now summon the warriors from your tribe to come with me to meet him."
The sound of the sword buzzed as the young warrior spoke.
Standing high in the sky, his eyes looked down on all directions.
His tone was cold, exuding an undoubted charm.
Seeing that Qing Yanghuan didn't make a sound, Jian Wuyuan frowned, looking a little unhappy.
"If you want to disobey Jixia Dongtian's edict, you and the tribe behind you cannot bear the consequences."
With a bit of impatience, his tone became colder and colder, and in an instant, a ray of sword light emerged from Jian Wuyuan's body.
Buzz However, in an instant, the depths of his pupils were filled with a palm, and the sword light that burst out in the palm melted away and became extremely docile.
An absolute force completely imprisoned the void where he was.
The spiritual sword behind him roared and wanted to be unsheathed, but was directly pressed into the sword box and whined. snap The palm of his hand was flying in the air, and in the eyes of countless warriors below, it covered the cheek of the swordsman of the Jixia Dongtian disciples.
A clear voice spread throughout the void.
Jian Wuyuan was blown away by a slap.
Half of his cheeks were swollen and he coughed up blood in mid-air.
The bright red blood was mixed with dots of crystal white teeth.
"How dare you bully your master and destroy your ancestors?"
Jian Wuyuan, who was hit by a slap, stopped in mid-air and let out an angry roar.
The Jinpeng Imperial Clan has taken advantage of the Bear Heart and Leopard Courage.
Are they going to completely break up with Jixia Dongtian?
However, before he could react, the feet that had been like gods and demons fell from the air.
"You dare" Immediately afterwards, Jian Wuyuan felt himself being suppressed by a divine mountain, and the foot that fell from the sky stepped on his head.
For a moment, the tribal warriors outside Jinpeng Emperor City and the surrounding mountains saw a meteor falling from the sky.
Rumble The roar sounded, and many warriors subconsciously shrank and looked in the direction of the roar.
Landslides and ground cracks, hot springs surge wildly, lava deep underground rises to the sky, smoke and dust sweep across the sky in an instant, and cracks in the earth spread in all directions.
Hearing this kind of sound made many warriors feel chills on their backs.
A strong man in the king realm was driven into the depths of the earth simply and neatly with one palm and one kick.
The most important thing is the identity of this warrior.
He is the successor of swordsmanship among hundreds of disciples in Jixiadongtian.
Although it is rumored in the mountains and seas of the outside world that Jixia Cave Heaven is known as the Shangsanmen and the Hundreds of Scholars, among the hundreds of scholars, the way of swordsmanship is one of the most powerful branches after the Shangsanmen.
Slapping Jixia Dongtian in the face like this is tantamount to provoking Jixia Dongtian.
Stepping through the flames and smoke that filled the sky, Qingyang Huan walked out, carrying a figure that was drooping like a dead dog.
"It seems that Jixia Dongtian is really in trouble."
Qing Yanghuan's words made the captured Jian Wuyuan look swollen and furious.
"It's really pitiful.
It's obvious that I'm not good anymore, but I still don't know that I'm not good enough.
You come here to complain so arrogantly.
Do you think you're looking for a beating?"
It can be said that every word of Qing Yanghuan's words turned into a sharp sword, piercing Jian Wuyuan's heart, and a huge sense of humiliation filled his chest.
If Qing Yanghuan hadn't restrained him, he felt like he would explode.
"If you dare to attack Jixia Dongtian, the Holy Son will not spare you, and the ethnic group behind you will definitely be punished."
In the humiliation, the sword roared without resentment.
"Let that holy son of yours come down, and let me take a good look at what kind of person he is, and how he can bring a waste like you with him."
Bang The next moment, Qingyang Huan threw the sword Wuyu high in his hand. then A kick in the air.
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Jian Wuyuan, who was hit hard in the abdomen, felt pain immediately.
His body curled up like a prawn, turned into a stream of light and rolled back in the direction he came from
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