Earth-shattering sounds echoed everywhere in the seven realms of the human world. It was chaotic and misty, and the sound of the great avenue reverberated, alarming all the powerful people in the human world.
"The battle for the great avenue...could it be that those powerful men of the great avenue have already begun to fight for the throne?"
In the pilgrimage country, in a sect called Pingfanzong, a handsome young man in white was meditating and slowly opened his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, a strong trace of vicissitudes of life appeared in his eyes. This was loneliness and loneliness.
After this vicissitude of life, six rays of light of different colors appeared one by one in his eyes.
As the white-robed young master opened his eyes, the sky and the earth roared, and the surrounding void fluctuated violently. The energy of the vicissitudes of time emerged in the sky.
Just one glance, and the empty door appears!
In the heaven and earth, there stands a simple stone gate. The opportunity of the vicissitudes of time emanates from this stone gate.
In the ordinary sect, the weak ones noticed the movement. But no one spoke, they just stared at the white-robed young man quietly.
"Haha, is there a fight for the throne? My father is already in Tianlu. I have also heard some rumors about him. He is a rival to the Supreme Being in the Seven Realms of Immortal Stage. He may not be able to occupy the throne in this fight for the throne."
"It's just that, this throne...even if I face my father, I am not prepared to give it up." The white-robed young master smiled softly and slowly closed his eyes.
Cranes crowed in the distance, and a white crane flew over, picked up the white-robed young man, and flew into the stone door.
As the white-robed master disappeared, Shimen also gradually disappeared from this world.
“Take care along the way!”
After the white-robed young master left the human world and went to heaven, the strong men of Pingfanzong all clasped their fists and bowed.
An ordinary sect is ordinary but extraordinary. One sect and two emperors are truly extraordinary.
This battle of the Great Dao did not last long. Those powerful people of the Great Dao discovered a terrible thing. That is, there was a huge gap between their power and those of the ancient sages.
They are both in the realm of the Great Dao, but these ancient sages can at least fight one against three without falling behind, and even make the strong men of the world retreat one after another.
After this battle, the powerful people of the current world were horrified. However, these ancient sages obviously left some room, otherwise today there would really be great sorrow and the death of powerful people.
The strong men of the world found that they could not overcome even half a step, and also learned that the four strong men of the Dao who had blocked Liu Xuhua had been defeated. Knowing that they had no chance of winning against these ancient sages, they retreated one after another.
In the Northern Wilderness, demonic energy is turbulent. Almost half of the Northern Wasteland is covered by demonic energy.
A man wearing black dragon-patterned armor floated in the air, and behind him stood twelve black shadows emitting a majestic aura.
These twelve black shadows are the Demon Lords of the Demon Realm. Behind these twelve black shadows, there are eighty Demon Saints wearing golden armor. Behind them, there are dense crowds of people.
"Border breaking? Is it a human conspiracy?" The man wearing dragon-patterned black armor frowned slightly and said.
"Your Majesty the Demon King, no matter if it is a conspiracy or not, this is the best opportunity for our demon clan to invade the seven realms of the human world. Haha, if it is a conspiracy, it will be defeated with force."
This man wearing dragon-patterned black armor is the king of the demon clan.
"Haha, what Aiqing is talking about is. My strongest clone was actually killed by the two beauties of Da Luo Domain, Yin Lin. Now that the barrier has been broken, I can enter the world, but I have to go and meet Yin Lin in person.
Fairy, you and the Twelve Demon Lords will lead all the demons, saints, generals and demon soldiers to the human world. Let the human race know that in this world, no matter it is in the past or now, we, the demon clan, are still honored."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Demon King stretched out his hand and tore forward, forcing the empty door to appear, and walked in with one step.
...
...
Northern wilderness, a certain place.
This place is not filled with evil spirits, and it is still sunny and sunny. It is an oasis.
Almost everywhere in the Northern Wasteland is filled with yellow sand and is barren. Therefore, an oasis is very important to the people of the Northern Wasteland.
In the human world and other areas, cultivation is based on the Dharma. But the Northern Wilderness is different, most of them focus on the body.
Almost everyone in the Northern Wilderness has practiced physical skills. Even if they are not from the world of cultivation, everyone's physical skills can reach the level of martial arts tempering.
The Northern Wilderness is different from the other six regions. There is no cultivation country or sects here, only tribes.
"Soraka! This is the area under the jurisdiction of my tribe. This oasis is also my Ayan tribe. As a Soraka, why do you want to set foot here?" A dark-skinned young man wearing cloth clothes
scolded.
There is a black scorpion printed on this young man's face. This is just a totem. But you can clearly see the black color swimming in his face.
"Daidai Zhuoyan, I, Soraka, was just passing by here. I happened to feel thirsty, so I came in to look for some water. Your Daidai tribe is one of the largest tribes with a radius of 100,000 miles, and you didn't even want to give me water.
How stingy!”
Opposite this dark-skinned young man, there was a young man walking with him, but this young man did not have a scorpion totem on his face.
This young man is shirtless, with a ferocious snake pattern on his back.
"Soraka! Your Sorra tribe is not inferior to my generation tribe. As one of the largest tribes in a land with a radius of 100,000 miles, you still want to enter other people's land to steal water. How shameless!"
"Daidai Zhuoyan, our Sola tribe has always coexisted peacefully with your Daidai tribe, and we can be considered friends. I also drank this water. How about this? I'll give you a crystal bead and let's leave it at that. How about that?"
"
The swarthy young man chuckled and said: "Who wants your broken crystal bead! However, if you fight with me and defeat me, I will pretend that I didn't see you stealing the water of my tribe for generations."
Soraka shook his head and said: "Daidai Zhuoyan, let's stop making trouble. I am also a cousin after all, so what if I drink water? You have just merged into the demon soul, how can you be my opponent?"
"Hmph! Even my cousin is not allowed to steal water! Watch your moves!"
Daidai Zhuoyan snorted, took a step forward, and punched out.
Under this punch, the venomous scorpion on the young man's face erupted into blackness, and a thick evil aura enveloped his whole body, making him look somewhat ferocious for a moment.
"You're serious!" Soraka's face turned aside, and a huge poisonous snake swam behind her palm. Powerful power suddenly surged into her palm, and she slapped the oncoming punch.
There was a roar and dust and smoke rose wildly. The two figures retreated in both directions almost at the same time.
At this moment, a mile away from the two young men, the space fluctuated, and a man in white walked out of it.
This person is none other than Chu Cheng.
Although Chu Cheng's strength has become much stronger, he is still helpless with this long-distance teleportation.
A feeling of dizziness came over him, making him retching. It took a while before he felt relieved.
Chu Cheng glanced around and was a little confused when he saw the flowers, plants, and green trees.
"I heard that there is no grass growing in the Northern Wasteland. Why is there so much green here? Could it be that the teleportation was in the wrong direction again?"
Regarding the transmission error, Chu Cheng still had lingering fears after experiencing the Mo Tu incident.
At this moment, bursts of fighting sounds came from not far away.
Chu Cheng's brows moved and his consciousness swept forward, only to see two teenagers fighting.