When the loud war song resounded through the sky, Dugu Baitian, who was at the front, looked up to the sky and roared, his black hair dancing wildly, his eyes like cold electricity, the most explosive emotions were completely absorbed by him, and he raised his hand under the gaze of countless people.

He punched the sky and struck a blow that shocked the past and the present. A big hole appeared in the sky, and a river of blood poured down, dyeing the entire sky red.

In the sea of ​​blood, countless white bones were floating and rising, and the immortal fighting spirits roared in it.

Some of the ancient gods looked sad and angry, while others felt inexplicably heavy.

The old man guarding the tomb let out a long sigh.

Even Chen Zu, who had always been evil and crazy, his eyes became serious, and he sighed with some emotion: "The Road to Heaven..."

The endless sea of ​​blood and mountains of corpses are real.

Click!

An angel's skeleton, whose entire body shone with silver-white brilliance and had sixteen pairs of wings, fell from the sky. Even after tens of thousands of years, it was still as bright as new.

Flashing with terrifying light, in the western heaven, some seraphim exclaimed in disbelief: "There are actually sixteen pairs of winged angel kings. What kind of realm is that?"

The gaze of a unicorn whose whole body was burning with fire was also flickering. What fell in the sea of ​​​​blood was not just the bones of an angel. He stared at a unicorn skeleton that was tens of thousands of feet long. As the years passed, there was still endless fire on it.

, making the sky make a beeping sound, as if it was about to be burned.

It was a Qilin that had entered the heavenly realm. It was unknown how many years ago it fell and landed on this land.

The fire unicorn roared loudly, with tears in its eyes: "It's the ancestor!"

At this moment, the tens of thousands of feet of skeleton seemed to feel the breath of his blood. It turned out of thin air and seemed to have a little more spirituality. The screams of a group of people continued to get smaller and smaller, and then submerged into his body, letting his

The breath surged.

One skeleton after another turned into light and flowed on the earth. They found successors one after another, and then disappeared.

"They are all strong men who died on the road to heaven..."

The old man guarding the tomb let out a sigh, and between heaven and earth, the sound of the war song that shook the whole world and made the sky tremble became louder and louder. In the boundless sea of ​​blood, there was the immortal war spirit in his eyes.

Little bits of spiritual light were shining, and in the shocking eyes, he also sang the ancient war song.

"...Cultivation of my battle sword, killing for nine days, spilling my blood, and moving forward indomitably..."

Amid the impassionedness, there is also a little bit of sadness and indignation.

They are the strong men who once set foot on the road to slaughter the sky eons ago, and then fell.

The war song was less passionate and heroic, and more tragic and passionate.

But there is a bloody temperament permeating the air, which is the obsession of never regretting in a hundred battles.

The great banner of the Great Desolation roared and was dyed with a trace of blood. The millions of gods and demons who gathered shouted at the same time. Dugu Baitian's eyes were cold and he climbed to the sky step by step. All the practitioners rushed to the sky together and killed above the nine heavens.

This is the strongest killing game in history, and there are not many surprises.

One after another, terrible beings died on the road, King Shura, Guangyuan...

The most terrifying existence in the world was once unable to fight back under the joint efforts of many heaven-defying figures.

But everyone's face did not look relaxed, and became more and more solemn. In the blink of an eye, they had broken through the eighth heaven and were about to reach the ninth heaven, which is where the legendary gathering of heaven is.

At this moment, everyone felt a heavy pressure.

A vast and infinite power of thought is slowly awakening. The terrifying power formed by the power of the thoughts of billions of sentient beings. Even the heaven-defying figures have to bow down in front of this terrifying power, and their expressions change slightly.

Millions of gods and demons are actually unable to fly here, and the rules of heaven and earth are forcibly suppressed.

The only ones who can walk freely between heaven and earth are the heaven-level masters who have begun to understand the rules of heaven and earth, but they also feel the pressure of the abyss and the sea.

"Is this the way of heaven? It's actually so terrifying."

It was the first time that a heaven-level figure came to the Nine Heavens, and his breathing was a little paused.

They almost lost the courage to fight. That terrifying temperament was much greater than the pressure brought by Dugu Baitian and the Demon Lord.

They really have the urge to turn around and run away.

Only Dugu Baitian and the Demon Lord, who had already faced the way of heaven, stood at the front with indifferent expressions.

Tang Xuanming smiled not far from them, took a look at the huge light group, and determined that it was indeed the way of heaven, and that the origin of that way was effective for him. In the expectant eyes of Dugu Baitian and the Demon Lord, he slowly

He slowly stretched out his hand, and a huge light gate condensed in his hand.

The monkey with the most restless personality was the first to jump out. Without Tang Xuanming's prompting, he looked to the top of his head, his eyes filled with fighting spirit. A big black stick appeared in his hand, shocking everyone.

In his eyes, there was a loud shout.

"Take a stick from my old grandson!"

The entire Nine Heavens trembled, and then, with a heart-wrenching sound, it disintegrated bit by bit, disintegrating into pure chaos.

With one stroke, a world was destroyed, and the explosive attack made both Dugu Baitian and the Demon Lord look sideways.

The originally frowning brows slowly opened a little, but they were still solemn.

Just being such a strong person is not enough.

"Come on, come on, take a stab at me."

As soon as the thought came to his mind, a man in white clothes, with a long sword at his waist and a face as gentle as jade, like a handsome young man from a troubled world, jumped out of the door. He looked at millions of gods and demons calmly, without revealing anything on his face, but

The corners of his mouth were slightly curved.

A pitch-black long knife wrapped with countless purple thunder and lightning appeared in his hand. Under the gaze of countless people, the white robe exploded, revealing a body that shimmered with countless golden lights and was wrapped in chaotic energy. The chaotic energy was looming.

In the meantime, the body that was made of copper and cast iron was revealed, like a golden Buddha statue.

People in Buddhism can see thirty-two signs and eighty kinds of good things at just one glance, and fall into a state of enlightenment. Some people even directly break through a state.

The physical appearance contains infinite Buddhist mysteries.

"That is a Buddha, the most powerful Buddha in the world, the real Buddha."

This thought arises in the hearts of all Buddhists, and a heart of reverence arises.

But the next moment, the man with countless Zen charms roared loudly, and his whole body rushed into the huge heaven like a cannonball. The long knife in his hand slashed wildly, showing his wildness and domineering.

"This..." Everyone in the Buddhist sect was stunned. It was completely inconsistent with the purity and peace of Buddhism. Instead, it looked like a martial arts artist with a golden bell and an iron cloth shirt.
Chapter completed!