Chapter 1221 The first appearance of the Tianyuan cultivator
The psychic realm is strange and unpredictable. This realm is not stable. When the combat power is high, it is comparable to Tianyuan. When the combat power is weak, it will fall out of the king-level realm, and even the god-transforming monks can be killed. This is also the most dangerous realm.
Even so, this psychic realm is a realm that many monks long for. As long as you break through this realm, you will enter the spiritual transformation realm.
The psychic state combines the two qi of yin and yang to form chaos. The two qi of yin and yang are mellow and flawless. Breaking through the barriers and stepping into spiritual transformation, reaching this state can lead to a life span of tens of thousands of years. A hair can crush a mountain, a drop of blood can burn the sky and boil the sea.
The most terrifying thing is that once you step into this realm, you can be reborn with a drop of blood and become almost immortal.
This realm also has another name, called the balance of life and death. Once you enter this realm, you can master the secrets of life and death. With one thought, all things will come to life, and with one thought, all things will perish. You will already have a hint of the means of the fairy world.
The Tianyuan realm is extremely mysterious, and few people have reached it. According to old legends, entering this realm will gain a glimpse of the secrets of heaven, and you can form a small world of your own. In the small world of Tianyuan realm, he is the master, and there is no one who can do it.
Comparable.
As for going up, it is the realm of supreme power. It is said that those who have transcended the Tianyuan realm can travel through Taihao, catch stars, win buckets, and overlook the sun and moon, which is extremely fascinating.
Under this starry sky, the powerful Tianyuan realm is already a legendary existence. Among hundreds of millions of monks, he is a supreme figure who can create a holy land and inherit it for thousands of years.
The sky above the city lord's palace.
Bai Buyi has been in the psychic realm for many years and has yet to make a breakthrough. Even so, his cultivation is still extremely terrifying.
He has lived in seclusion on the top of Taixuan Mountain and has not been born for hundreds of years. This has a great relationship with his own realm. If this feast of hundreds of tribes had not been held and his combat power was stabilized in the psychic, he would not have come to the sky in person.
City, come and participate in this feast of hundreds of tribes.
Yu Feitian and others are already at the peak of the catastrophe. They are only a little short of stepping into the psychic realm. However, they are a different level from Bai Buyi. This is like the difference between heaven and earth. If Bai Buyi says something, Yu Feitian and others will naturally not
It's easy to refute his face.
Among the dozen or so powerful human beings, although the four of them occupy the holy land, it does not mean that the four of them are the strongest. The four ancient evil sects are extremely mysterious, and they have lived in peace with hundreds of tribes in ancient times. The ancient evil ways
The visitors from the four sects were just four elders. The four old men had silver hair and beards, and they watched the scene in front of them silently.
The most incredible thing is that the people who come to the Holy Land from all the major sects are all Taixuan Sect Masters or elders, but the people who come from Zhanxian Sect are the Zhanxian Sect Masters, and their own cultivation is only in the realm of separation, and these powerful people
In comparison, it seems stretched.
At this time, the saint sons of hundreds of tribes stood in the void, and the heavenly gates bloomed with glow, just waiting for the great human race to enter the ancient battlefield.
Chichichi--
Led by Bai Buyi, a dozen ancient chariots entered the Wanzhang Tianmen with rumbling and exploding sounds, while the monks from the two races on the ground made sounds of roaring mountains and tsunamis, and poured into the Wanzhang Tianmen like a wave.
In the Shiwanli City Lord's Mansion, as people from the two races continued to enter the ancient battlefield, the world suddenly became much quieter.
In front of the Heavenly Gate.
The Holy Sons of the Hundred Clans looked at each other with contempt, and they looked at each other with extremely ferocious expressions on their faces, as if the human monks had turned into pigs and dogs, just waiting for them to slaughter them.
"Everyone, this despicable race is already in a urn. It's just waiting for us to open their eyes. I invite you fellow race members to play with them on the ancient battlefield." The warmth and warmth were gone, and the face of the Holy Son Hua Yu was as gloomy as water.
The words in his mouth seemed sharp and compelling.
"Ha ha!"
Endless halo surged around the body of the Tyrant Holy Son, and the whole world exploded continuously.
"It's just a bunch of pigs and dogs. I can kill them all by myself."
"When these lowly races see the power of my hundreds of races, they will all kneel on the ground and worship and kowtow to us." Holy Son Tianpeng said disdainfully.
"Hmph! Gu Qing, this bastard, actually escaped from Cangtian City. When the feast of hundreds of tribes is over, I will hunt the sanctuary, kill his soul, destroy his body, and make him immortal for eternity." The voice of the Holy Lady of Tianfeng was cold and filled with emotion.
Great hatred.
Ouch!
The dragon roared to the sky, golden light came to the world, the shadow of the ten thousand-foot-long dragon appeared in the sky, and a majestic voice fell into everyone's ears.
"We are the holy sons of hundreds of ancient races. Although the human race is weak, we cannot be careless."
Looking at the ten-thousand-foot-long dragon shadow in the sky, the Saint Son of the Hundred Clans looked solemn and bowed to the ten-thousand-foot-long dragon shadow.
The proudest one, the Heavenly Phoenix Saint, looked at the phantom of the celestial dragon and gave her a gift with a shy look on her face.
"Let's go, don't let the clan wait for long." The ten thousand-foot-long dragon shadow transformed into a five-clawed golden dragon and entered the ancient battlefield.
Chichichi--
Lights of various colors steamed around the Saint Sons of the Hundred Clans, and they turned into streams of light, radiating into the Heavenly Gate.
There is no one in the 100,000-mile City Lord's Mansion, only the 10,000-foot-long Heavenly Gate blooms with terrifying waves.
The ancient tribes are not afraid of anything. They open their doors wide and anyone can enter the ancient battlefield. This is also their great courage. They have a tyrannical background. They want to be seen by the tribes in the feast of the hundred tribes. Compared with the hundred tribes
, humans are just ants.
Chi!
Suddenly, a stream of light came from the east, and wherever this person passed, flying snow fell all over the sky. The land of a hundred thousand miles disappeared in an instant, and as a glacier avenue crossed thousands of miles, this person appeared in front of the Wanzhang Tianmen.
Ming Qiye came on the Glacier Avenue, and the aura around him was extremely terrifying. He hadn't seen him for several months, and he had already transformed into a peak figure. I don't know how he had practiced in the past few months, and made such progress.
"Lu Youzhi, I will kill you today in the feast of hundreds of tribes."
Without any hesitation, Ming Qiye turned into a ray of cold light and disappeared into the Tianmen in an instant.
Buzz!
The void flickered, ripples spread, and Gu Qing's true form appeared in front of the Wan Zhang Tian Gate.
He looked at Wan Zhang Tianmen with some deep thoughts. If he remembered correctly, Ming Qiye had formed a deadly feud with Lu Youzhi in the Tianlong Imperial Capital. He came to this feast of hundreds of tribes for revenge.
Long before the Heavenly Gate was opened, Gu Qing had already arrived here. He entered the void space within the blood of the ancient demon in the belly of the golden ant, and observed the external situation. Naturally, he heard all the conversations of Bai Buyi and others.
He was dismissive of Yu Feitian, his enemy from nine hundred years ago. From Yu Feitian's attitude, Gu Qing could tell that he was afraid that during this feast of hundreds of tribes, Yu Feitian had already discovered something, and it was not the same as the ancients.
Hundreds of clans are planning to become enemies, while other powerful sects are silent, presumably having their own plans.
A strange smile appeared on Gu Qing's face. No matter what the powerful men of these sects planned, when the people of the hundreds of tribes showed their fangs, Gu Qing wanted to see how these powerful men would deal with themselves.
What frightened Gu Qing the most was not these great powers, but the Dharma Master of the Zhanxian Sect Master. Although he did not see him, let alone hear his voice, Gu Qing felt faintly frightened.
With the shock and doubt in his heart, Gu Qing turned into an ordinary young man, without any fluctuations in his body, and entered the Wanzhang Tianmen.
The ancient battlefield is a small world, opened up by the powerful powers of hundreds of tribes, and has existed for tens of thousands of years. This is their hunting ground, and it is also their first choice for training their tribesmen.
The feast of hundreds of tribes begins here, which also contains the profound meaning of the power of hundreds of tribes.
The vastness is endless and the sky is clear.
The ancient battlefield was so vast that one could never see the end of it. High in the sky, there were hundreds of towers and jade buildings, blooming with supreme splendor. All kinds of rare and strange beasts were running and playing in the sky. This made people wonder.
Many monks from the human race are suspected of entering the fairyland.
On the endless land, hundreds of flags are fluttering in the wind. This is where the people of the hundreds of races are stationed. Many human monks entered the ancient battlefield, and the eyes of the people of the hundreds of races all focused on the human monks.
Looking at the bewildered human race, the aliens smiled slyly, as if looking at animals, and a bloody light flashed in their eyes.
Feeling the eyes of the aliens, countless human monks felt a chill in their hearts. They did not doubt, could it be that people from hundreds of races had set up a terrifying killing array here and wanted to kill the human monks here?
Before the human monks could react, they saw dozens of peerless ferocious beasts pulling ancient chariots above the sky, appearing in the sky. The sound of roars of beasts could be heard in the sky thousands of miles away, making the world shake continuously and appear powerful.
Unpredictable.
The human monks on the ground looked at the scene in front of them. Their faces were overjoyed, and the fear in their hearts was dissipating. More than a dozen powerful human beings were here. How could hundreds of ancient tribes dare to harm them?
The sounds of various mountain roars and tsunamis continued to sound. The human monks relaxed and looked at the many foreigners. Their faces were proud and they stared back at the people of the hundreds of races like a demonstration.
Buzz!
The earth trembled, divine light surged, and above the sky, hundreds of jade towers bloomed with terrifying power, and hundreds of phantoms appeared in the sky.
"Fellow Taoist from the human race is here. We welcome you, please!"
An illusory figure made it difficult for people to see his face. He waved his hand and turned it into mist. Hundreds of jade buildings and jade buildings disappeared into the void. Amidst the thousands of miles of clouds, a long table made of white jade stretched across the sky. All kinds of sacred wines and delicacies were listed on the white jade table.
The smoke turned, and the maids transformed. In the thousands of miles of clouds, hundreds of beautiful women were constantly moving through the clouds. Some of them played music, some carried fine wine, and some even walked and danced among the clouds.
What a picture of a fairy palace.
Chi Chi Chi!
Among the dozens of ancient chariots, powerful human beings shot out. Looking at the scene in front of them, their faces were solemn, and the aura around them seemed extremely chaotic.
"The great power of Tianyuan Realm."
Bai Buyi's voice was deep and his expression was solemn to the extreme. This method was beyond the imagination of all the powerful human beings. Only the legendary Tianyuan realm monk could change the world and create such a wonderful scene with the wave of his hand.
The faces of a dozen powerful people from the human race were solemn, and there was a look of fear in their eyes. The feast of the hundreds of tribes had not yet started, but the ancient tribes had dealt a heavy blow to their side.
This is a powerful person in the Tianyuan realm. Even if a dozen of them work together, they are not enough to kill Tianyuan monks single-handedly.
"Fellow human Taoist, please!"
This illusory figure makes it difficult to see his face, and it is unclear which one of the hundreds of tribes he is, but his words are extremely gentle, without any sense of arrogance.
More than a dozen powerful human beings have their own thoughts and have already decided to retreat. This one person makes them extremely uneasy. They are afraid that the next feast of hundreds of tribes will be the Hongmen Banquet. If anything goes wrong, they and others will have to account for it.