It was difficult to see the way forward on this road, but Ye Qinghuan did not stop. He felt a strange Taoist charm, which was very mysterious. There must be something extraordinary ahead.
It's just that the gray mist is getting heavier and heavier. Even with Ye Qinghuan's eyesight, it is difficult to see through it. As for his spiritual consciousness, it is even more impenetrable.
The road was extremely narrow, and ordinary people would have been unable to walk on it, but Ye Qinghuan still moved forward, as if walking on a tightrope.
This road is on a slope. After walking for so long, we have already reached an altitude of who knows how many feet. If we cannot fly and fall, even an innate warrior will be shattered to pieces.
There is no time here, it's all up to Ye Qinghuan to count the time. About three days have passed.
Really strange fluctuations came again, like ripples in the sea, attacking one after another, silently, but Ye Qinghuan could still sense the murderous intention in it.
Fortunately, the black and white beads inside his body fluoresced again, protecting Ye Qinghuan's body without any impact.
This week, another five days have passed.
Finally, Ye Qinghuan stopped. In front of him was a door, a huge bronze door.
This door is made of bronze, with green patina on it. It is simple and majestic, stretching across the sky and shocking!
"This is?"
Ye Qinghuan's brows suddenly wrinkled, a little puzzled. This giant bronze door was so shocking. It was like a giant door ascending to the sky, with supreme Taoist charm.
The huge bronze door is stained with rust, but it does not look dilapidated. Instead, it is full of the atmosphere of ancient times. It is ancient and far-reaching, and its origin cannot be seen clearly.
"Have there been immortal cultivators on the earth? Or, before me, there have been immortal cultivators who came to the earth?" Ye Qinghuan was confused.
However, this giant bronze door is definitely not something that ordinary cultivators can leave behind.
This vast and majestic aura is overwhelming, as if there is this giant bronze door between heaven and earth, and behind this door is a supreme avenue.
Ye Qinghuan looked coldly and walked forward step by step. In his eyes, it seemed that the battlefield where countless strong men were fighting appeared again.
These people are all unparalleled powerful men, whose realms are so high that they cannot appear on Earth. The wine swordsman before was just an ant compared to these people.
These people, if they join forces, can blow up the entire earth. How could such a strong person appear on the earth?
The battlefield in Ye Qinghuan's eyes was a sea of blood and ruthless killings, just like the ancient earth, but the year could not be seen, but the attack was very powerful, and every move was like a volcano erupting, erupting with huge energy.
This scene was really terrifying. Ye Qinghuan thought of a great battle in the past, where countless strong men joined forces to kill him. On a continent, they were killed in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and rivers of blood flowed.
It was at that station that Ye Qinghuan successfully forged the Red Blood Sword with blood.
It was with that palm that Ye Qinghuan became the God of Killing.
The phantom of the battlefield in front of me is no weaker than Ye Qinghuan's battle to become famous. They are all strong men who have used the most powerful magic power to move mountains and seas.
Ye Qinghuan's face was calm, and he was watching with interest, maybe he could find out the secret.
When Ye Qinghuan saw a person, he had already opened his eyes. Golden light shot out from his forehead, full of charm, and was as destructive as any. Mountains, rivers, grass and trees were turned into powder under the golden light.
More than a dozen strong men fell directly under the golden light, bleeding on the battlefield and losing their vitality.
Ye Qinghuan's eyes moved slightly. This move was indeed extremely powerful. He saw this man holding a big halberd and killing ruthlessly. Countless strong men fell in his hands.
This figure looks like an invincible figure.
Ye Qinghuan's eyes were calm. If this figure was still alive, he would definitely be a super strong person and could fight against the former Ye Qinghuan.
Although those strong men were cultivators of the same realm as Ye Qinghuan, if they really fought against the former Ye Qinghuan, Ye Qinghuan could kill them in an instant.
Only this person who has opened his eyes can fight Ye Qinghuan!
This was an ancient battlefield, and the killings were too brutal. Ye Qinghuan also saw a man holding a long bow, shooting through the space, shuttled through the void, and instantly took the life of an unparalleled powerful man.
At this time, Ye Qinghuan's eyes narrowed slightly.
He saw an even larger battlefield, vast and vast. This ancient battlefield seemed to be just a remote corner.
"Could it be that this is just the tip of the iceberg? How huge is this battlefield?"
Ye Qinghuan was surprised. Such a battlefield was too huge. A battlefield the size of a planet was just the tip of the iceberg. The battlefield was too vast.
At this time, the battlefield began to shatter, turned into fragments, and fell into pieces.
Ye Qinghuan said nothing and walked towards the giant bronze door again. His eyes were cold. He wanted to know what happened in this battle.
"boom!"
Ye Qinghuan did not hesitate, and punched directly on the giant bronze door. The powerful power fluctuated and exploded.
However, this huge bronze door did not move at all.
"Isn't it enough? Come again!"
Ye Qinghuan stirred up all his spiritual power and exerted it to its maximum strength. He blasted out his right fist and hit the giant bronze door with violent force.
This huge force is like the bombardment of a cannonball, with infinite power.
However, in front of this giant bronze door that spans hundreds of miles, Ye Qinghuan is as small as an ant. The giant bronze door has not even a trace of patina left.
Ye Qinghuan took out the Xuan Yan Sword and directly launched the strongest attack, slashing on the giant bronze door. The waves rolled and the mountains and rivers shook. The Xuan Yan Sword in Ye Qinghuan's hand was burning with flames, and he attacked crazily with endless spiritual power.
Ye Qinghuan looked coldly and directly used the Sound Breaking Slash. His most powerful killing move could help him leapfrog the challenge, but the giant bronze door did not move at all.
"Open it for me!"
A cold light flashed in Ye Qinghuan's eyes. He must take a look to see what was hidden behind this giant bronze door.
His left fist moved out, bursting out with a burst of divine radiance, like a glass lamp, shining brightly, pure and divine. After repeated tempering, this left arm has been reborn, no longer a mortal body, and has extraordinary strength.
"boom!"
It was like a volcano erupting that had accumulated for hundreds of years. It was extremely hot and powerful, and crashed on the giant bronze door. The earth shook and the mountains were shaken. The blast of air stretched for thousands of meters.
Ye Qinghuan's attack could instantly kill a fifth-level innate warrior.
But this huge bronze door has only a slight shake in its patina.
Ye Qinghuan looked coldly, was he going to use the Nirvana Palm? This was his most powerful method. Every time he used it, it took a long time to recover and he couldn't use it at will.
He still has a plan in mind to use it at a necessary moment. If he uses it now, his plan will have to be postponed to the future.
"boom!"
At this time, a pressure fell from the sky, extremely powerful, as if it wanted to shatter Ye Qinghuan's bones.