There was an earth-shattering battle. This was a battle between the geniuses who had not been born for thousands of years in search of a new strong man.
That strong man was indeed powerful. After opening up the bloodline of the ancestral gods, his physical body was already extremely strong. In the blink of an eye, his energy and blood surged to the sky, making all the big rocks in the world float and sink.
This young man has become stronger and stronger as he fights, and his aura has become higher and higher. His magic has become integrated and is no longer affected by the invisible string in his soul.
There is no doubt that this man is already one of the strongest in the world, shocking the figures in the distance.
In this world, except for those eleven, there are very few ancient gods who can withstand Luo Shenyu's moves. If it were them, they would have been severely injured at this moment and could no longer fight.
The cross scriptures flowed through ten pictures. At this moment, the ancient scriptures seemed to come true. At this moment, it seemed that it ran through the ages and was connected with this life, launching the most powerful attack.
This scene is extremely terrifying. The destruction of heaven and earth only occurs in this moment, and everything in the world pours into golden light.
The powerful men in the distance looked horrified. They seemed to have seen a great god coming. This was the ancient god. The heaven and earth collapsed as they swept across, and even their essence and blood showed signs of collapse.
This just depends on the mood.
Someone was horrified and said tremblingly: "Such a move has never been seen before. This is the Jinpeng Protoss, which was extinct hundreds of years ago. But even the strongest one at that time could only manifest one statue, and it was
It’s just a shadow. But this person is actually the statue of the ten ancestor gods.”
"This should be the only remaining Jinpeng God Clan, but it is the one with the most talent left behind [ Fast Update ]."
For the ten thousand gods in the seven realms of the God Realm, the manifestation of the ancestral god is the strongest. The condensed essence of an ancestral god has the qualification to step into the ancient times.
However, this person is one of the ten. And the manifestation of one of the ancestral gods has reached its essence. The golden roc is displayed in a big way, and the thunder and golden light shine at the same time. It seems to have recreated the great era when ten thousand powers competed.
Whether you look at it from a distance or up close, you can see the real mythical beasts dominating the world.
The heaven and earth are densely packed with divine power, like a piece of golden water hitting the shore, shattering everything in the world.
The man in blue had a tear on his sleeve, and some blood dripped from his fingertips, but he still had a smile on his lips.
"For all the gods and races, from the beginning of cultivation, flesh and blood is the foundation. Paying attention to flesh, blood and blood is the basis of one's own strength. Therefore, for the gods, the strength of the body and blood should be regarded as real strength."
"It's just that many people in the world don't know that for the gods, the most important thing is the soul. This soul is not the soul of oneself, but comes from the source of blood. In fact, this blood and the body are the successor of this source.
It just flowed too far and eventually lost the rhyme.”
"If this were not the case, how could the Seven Realms of God's Realm be forgotten till now? They would have broken through this world long ago and established themselves in the vastness!"
Luo Shenyu murmured softly, and ten huge golden-winged divine birds were clearly revealed in his eyes. He slowly stretched out his hand and pointed at it as an incense burner. Red smoke wisps rose up, turning into two bird wings, and then
It was a pair of wings that flew together, and with one finger, it became a hibiscus, so it spread thousands of miles.
Piece by piece, this place instantly turned into a bush of thousands of flowers, with birds flying, dragons and phoenixes flying again.
This is pleasing to the eye and auspicious. Even if it is a fairyland, it is nothing more than this.
In this auspicious situation, why does destruction come? What face does the strong man in the world have to fight here and destroy this beautiful scenery?
Of course not.
At this moment, the young man felt a soft force that poured straight into his head. When this soft force poured into his body, all the divine power retreated.
The ten-round blazing sun began to rise and retreat along with the sea of thunder in all directions, and it took only a few breaths before it could sink again. The ten-headed golden divine roc also began to collapse at this moment, and it was as if it had never appeared before.
With one magical power, thousands of flowers bloomed in the sky and earth, one by one, extending into roads and bridges, and instantly the young man was immersed in a sea of flowers.
At this moment, the young man's expression suddenly changed. He raised his hand and immediately put it down. He could no longer lift it up and had no intention of fighting anymore.
How can I break through this sea of flowers if I have no intention of fighting anymore?
Flower after flower, delicate and beautiful, blooming for a long time. It seems that it will be here forever. But the young man knows that if this flower moves... it will be a shocking murderous intention!
He couldn't resist this murderous intention. Under this murderous intention, there was only one way to die.
"This...is Luo Shenyu, the second among the top ten geniuses?"
The strong men in the distance exclaimed that the sea of flowers did not spread to a million miles away and did not affect them. But at this moment, they were also physically and mentally weak. They just wanted to sit down, take out the fine wine and food, and taste it.
Look at this beautiful scenery.
Someone actually took out the wine, sat cross-legged on the top of the cloud, thought about it again and again, raised his head and took a sip, his eyes blurred and intoxicated.
"If the days from now on are so leisurely, I will have no regrets in this life."
Some people's eyes widened. The person sitting cross-legged on the top of the cloud drinking wine was the weakest among the people present, but he was already comparable to the early stage of Nirvana.
This man can be considered a top powerhouse. However, he started drinking under the influence of Huahai.
I'm afraid that when the murderous intention comes, this strong man will still sit and drink, regardless of life or death.
"I...can't hold on any longer. Are these...the most amazing group of people...Luo Shenyu is so strong, Na Chang Smile, Ah Qi, Hong Meng Yu, how strong are they?
"
Someone roared loudly, sweating profusely, and forced all his strength. But no matter what, it was useless.
This is an invisible force, and few people in the world know how to break it. Even if they know it, they can only break it with one hand.
Another person sat down cross-legged, used the clouds as harps and the wind as strings, and began to play music.
The man in blue in the distance raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the figures a million away, shook his head, sighed, and said: "It turns out that the strong men in the seven realms of the God Realm are nothing more than this."
He looked at the young man with a horrified face again, and chuckled: "You are very good. After all, you have just opened the bloodline of the ancestor gods. In time, when you fully master the power of this bloodline, this power, then you will not
You will lose yourself in front of me so quickly."
The young man took a deep breath. He no longer had admiration in his heart, and his eyes were no longer filled with passion, but fear.
Here, his divine power cannot be used at all. It was originally so strong that it turned into a puddle of water at this moment.
He beheaded a high-level ghost immortal, and even made it impossible for him to borrow any means to recover. Not many people in the world could do it. This was already the pinnacle of the ancient gods, but in front of the ten geniuses,
Still powerless?
"You don't have to underestimate yourself. You are at least much stronger than those people now." The man in blue smiled again and said: "You are born with a lack of talent. Now, the lost talent has returned to you. This is the case for all races in the past.
The most desired pursuit. Master it well. Although, after you master this power,
You are still no match for the twelve of us, but there must be a place for you below."
As the words fell, a powerful momentum surged. Luo Shenyu did not dissipate the flower rain.
Piece by piece, the gorgeous flowers that seemed to never fade began to wither. Although the withering of these flowers did not bring shocking murderous intent, it did change the color of the world.
This change of color is the change of color of the sky. The sky is filled with purple and red, and with the sound of thunder, there are more and more reds.
Each of these colors has an aura of destruction.
When people felt this breath, their faces suddenly changed.
When the will of destruction strikes, everything is in vain. This breath only belongs to a certain level.
This is the breath of destruction. In today's world, only the ancient gods can possess it. Among the human race, only the great masters of the realm of destruction can possess it.
There was silence, and the few strong men sitting drinking all had their eyes widened at this moment, and their glasses of wine spilled on the floor.
Although this aura is not strong, it is indeed the aura of destruction, which shows that Luo Shenyu is now about to enter the supreme realm and become a ghost and god.
Everyone in the world knows that there are twelve people who are the strongest among the ancient gods, and they are all at the peak of Nirvana. But no one has explored that state.
Even if they are as strong as that group of people, there is still a huge gap between them and the ancient one. They are far apart and cannot be touched.
However, Luo Shenyu has taken that step. Although it is not a complete step, given time, it will not even take long to become another ancient god. It is expected to establish the eleventh ancient clan again and rewrite the world pattern again.
.
"What happened in the ten thousand years since Luo Shenyu disappeared? If Hong Mengyu hadn't taken this step yet, I'm afraid... the list of the top ten geniuses would have been completely rewritten."
At this moment, the momentum is like rainbows, one after another, intertwined in the sky, making everything shine in the extreme light. People can no longer see other colors.
"If you really like my book, then you will naturally like me as the person who wrote this book. Believe me, don't be afraid. This allows you to control the power that belongs to you in advance. Only by tempering it repeatedly can you become stronger.
.”
Luo Shenyu murmured, glanced ahead, and waved.
He cut off the water flow in front of him so that when he left, the colorful colors would still be here.
The water of Luo Shenyu is clear when it is still, and crimson when it is moving. This is the color of blood, and it is really blood.
However, the world does not know that this is not the blood of living beings, but the blood of the deceased clan.
He rarely kills people because he is very gentle, just like real spring water.
He held the pen again and thought for a long time. He took the pen back again, but it was nowhere to be found.
"This God is no longer the God of the past. This hatred is not the hatred of the past. If I had not met the hope that can let the candle shine again, there would be no meaning in living."
...
In the distance, there are bridges and mountains.
There was a cock crow that broke through the sky and the earth, but it was not dawn at this moment.
Then, there was another cockcrow.
It's the middle of the night, but it's very lively here. There are roosters crowing everywhere.bdshare();