Yang Qiankun was the first to set foot, Mao Buyi followed, and the eleven kings guided part of the power into their bodies in the long roar, and in an instant, the void collapsed, and under the violent power, the faces of the eleven people were almost distorted, and the flood of that huge power almost made them die violently.
"Come" Mao Buyi roared, and many eight-rank masters stepped on, the power gathered was too huge, and it could accommodate too much with the help of the container, and the eleven people were still unbearable.
A steady stream of power poured out of the body, and many strong people broke through the shackles and entered the next realm under the flood of this power.
Sanqing Dao Ancestor, Mao Buyi, White Robe Holy Law, Elf Queen and many other extremely powerful beings are controlling their power, and they will not let too much power pour in, so that they will explode and die.
Powerful consciousness swept out of Mao Buyi's mind, his divine soul was extremely powerful, firmly controlling the connection of the eleven containers, with a tap of his fingertips, one after another spells were beaten into the void, in the attainment of the formation, he was not weaker than Yang Qiankun, when he was in the yang world, he was a rare seven-grade heavenly master in the world, and he could be compared with the ancestor of the Sanqing Taoist Temple.
With his help, this great array is quite stable.
"Knort" When the infusion power was stable in the bodies of the eleven people, the power that was so powerful that it made people palpitate completely spread over the wasteland, and the terrifying coercion made all living beings tremble for it, and the former kings were returning, and with the help of this power, they all reached the peak again.
The power that has been taken away in the long river of time, and now that it has returned, each one stands on the top of the king.
Countless strong people have stepped into new fields, some old existences, back to the top, even if it is only for a while, it still makes them happy, they were all shocked by the strongest existence, that belongs to the glory of their time, at this moment again.
"Kill" "Kill" "Kill" All the strong men shouted, and the sound wave shook the sky and exploded the void.
The Supreme, led by eleven people, began to sweep across the battlefield.
The Night King's doppelganger senses danger coming.
Warriors from all over the world, fighting like a rainbow, killing to the point of madness, a cold breath, shattering everything, fearless warriors, raising their heads high, charging with their lives, ruthless arrows, unmistakable, flooding the sky, and then raining down.
"Roar, save the wrath of the orcs to our enemies" "Our Fury Is Destined to Shake God" The call sign from the shaman resounded in the heavenly vault, pulling the strings of every orc.
When the dawn descended on the sky above the Phantom Abyss, the war angered countless powerhouses of the underworld.
At the top of the firmament, the sea of thunder, the sea of fire, the glacier, and the storm are sweeping, and the two figures are incomparable, the blood-haired youth and the purple-haired youth are embarrassed, and they are scarred all over their bodies, and there is blood flowing at the tip of the soul suppression spear and the tip of the overlord halberd, which is the blood belonging to the descendants of the gods.
"Descendants of God, but so, I thought that God was an immortal body on high, but now it seems that he is also a mortal body in the flesh" Yang Rui wiped a handful of blood stains from the corners of his mouth, he was a little injured, but compared with the two of them, this injury was not painful or itchy, and the corners of his mouth lifted a touch of playfulness, and there was a slight irony in the provocation.
The blood-haired young man was furious, they claimed to be gods, and the rest of the inferior races were weak and livestock, and they were usually high, but now they were blocked here by the two, and their faces were gone "Ignorant Indigenous" "Hey, don't be provoked" Looking at the blood-haired young man who was angry, the purple-haired young man's eyes froze, and he secretly felt bad.
"Kill or roll" he roared, not leaving any mercy for the purple-haired young man, the domineering and incomparable aura became devastating at this moment, this kind of power has reached the realm of three turns, with the body of two turns, bursting out of the power of three turns, which is extremely terrifying.
The spirit of the three generations of kings emerged at this time, and then integrated into Yang Rui's body, and his aura also rose from the peak of the eighth grade to the eighth grade and the second turn.
The first, second, and third generations looked at the scene in front of them, and their faces changed.
"This is the Protoss from outside the realm" "Back to the ancestors, back to the predecessors, these are the guys who claim to be descendants of the Protoss."
Yang Rui said coldly, the mighty breath was incomparable.
"Back then, Qiankun said that in the depths of the illusionary abyss, there is an extraterritorial atmosphere, and we tried to find a way to the extraterritorial, but we were unsuccessful."
The king of three generations said in a deep voice.
"I felt three terrifying breaths, hidden in the abyss of illusion," the second generation said in a deep voice.
"That's a strong man from outside the territory, they are protecting this group of weak waste," Yang Rui deliberately amplified his voice a little.
"Ahem."
A trace of blood coughed up from the corner of Yang Zhiqiang's mouth, he was injured before Yang Rui arrived, and until now, that power is still raging in his body.
"Brother, are you okay?"
Yang Rui said worriedly.
"It's okay, next, you attack, I assist, I want to force that force out" The domineering power of the dark gold thunder and the immortal black flame converged, and the wind and ice qi suddenly swept away at this moment.
Yang Rui nodded, Feng Qi and Bing Qi converged, and in a single thought, the dark gold thunder and the immortal black flame roared out.
Such a scene shocked many existences.
"Alchemists, although there are still their presence in the Divine Domain, there are not many all-attribute alchemists," the purple-haired young man frowned slightly.
"Two full-attribute alchemists, they are also from one sect, tsk, no wonder the strength is so strong, it is really favored by the heavens" In the depths of the void, another demonic young man stepped over, surging with battle intent all over his body, with a hint of fire in his slightly playful eyes.
"All-attribute alchemists, if those guys in the Divine Domain find out, I'm afraid they will be left at any cost."
The chaotic void, swallowed by darkness, and in the midst of the black shadows, a graceful body, a tall posture, and a fiery figure walked out, and as soon as it appeared, several men on the side looked sideways.
"So, I mean, how can this kind of talent be allowed to grow" In Sen Leng laughter, the demonic young man had wings on his back, his wings shook, the storm suddenly rose, and the endless dark power, in the surge, formed an ocean, enveloping Yang Rui and Yang Zhiqiang.
"Why do you want to rob my prey" The blood-haired young man stepped forward, the violent power was surging, and the breath of the two supreme levels was faintly comparable to eight grades and three turns.
The two of them suddenly felt the pressure doubled.
The Supreme Demon Elephant condensed, and thunder and flames roared into a sea.
"Fight, then fight happily" Yang Rui smiled and smiled heartily, at this moment, the retreat has already been cut off, and the only way to fight is to fight a piece of the sky
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