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Chapter 725

Outside the World Mountain, Song Qingyun was in the canopy of the tree, and his eyes were filled with shock, because the world was going berserk.

The surging dark clouds covered the sky and the sun, as if they were about to sink and crush the earth. Bloody lightning flashed like dragons and snakes in the clouds. The dazzling brilliance filled the world with a layer of strange colors. The forest was full of strange colors.

Luo Wanxiang seemed to be bleeding.

The strong wind like howling ghosts was about to roar to pieces of the mountains and rivers. Suddenly, a loud roar caught Song Qingyun's eyes.

That was Qingpeng, one of the three great demons of the Sky Demon Sect. With its wings spread out, it looked like clouds hanging from the sky. It possessed the peak realm of the Golden Core.

But at this moment, Qingpeng was like a poor lamb waiting to be slaughtered, flying up and down in the dark clouds to avoid thunder and lightning.

Because Cao Mu was here, even though Qingpeng was extremely frightened, he still did not escape.

Unlike Song Qingyun, Qingpeng, as a demon beast, has sharper intuition. It can detect that a supreme aura that can reshape the world is slowly seeping into the mysterious spirit world.

Rather than infiltrating the mysterious world, it is better to say infiltrating the ancient ruins world mountain.

This violent world is the best evidence.

Suddenly, the Qingpeng in the dark clouds sensed Cao Mu's call, and it swooped down at an extremely fast speed, trying to rush behind the stone gate halfway up the World Mountain.

Suddenly, something seemed to fall from the sky, and the pupils in Song Qingyun's long autumn eyes shrank sharply to the size of a needle tip.

It was a hand, a big hand, extremely huge. The arm was covered with armor like dragon scales. It spanned an endless distance, protruding from an ancient world and extending into the mysterious spiritual world.

His big hands stirred up the dark clouds, and he easily grasped Qingpeng in his hands.

He squeezed his big hand hard, but heard a mournful cry coming from Qingpeng's mouth, and then there was a bang, which exploded into a mist of blood all over the sky.

Qingpeng's blood was dripping down, and a large area of ​​World Mountain seemed to be raining blood.

Click! The sky cracked open, and endless bloody lightning struck densely at the big hand that crossed the barrier without authorization.

The big hand trembled slightly, and the dragon scale armor on it exploded, and endless mist of chaos fell down, like a vast galaxy.

The big hand was retracted, dark clouds shrouded it, and Song Qingyun could no longer be seen.

Plop! Plop! Plop! Song Qingyun's heart was beating violently, as if it was about to burst her chest.

Previously, in his spare time, Chen Yu had told Song Qingyun that monks born and raised in a small realm could easily sense the aura of a large realm once they reached the Nascent Soul realm.

Because the Nascent Soul Realm is too strong and can no longer be accommodated by the small realm, these monks can easily open the space channel and go to the large realm.

However, no matter whether the monks in the big realm are weak or strong, they cannot locate a small realm. It is too difficult.

Even if the true gods in the main realm can open up a world at any time if they want, the supreme beings such as gods cannot locate small realms, including large realms.

The small realm is like the big realm, and the big realm is like the main realm, they are all shrouded by the way of heaven.

The true gods in the main realm cannot interfere in the large realm, and similarly the Mahayana saints in the large realm cannot interfere in the small realm.

But there are exceptions. If a true god fights hard against the way of heaven, using longevity as the price, and using supreme supernatural powers as a means, he can still locate a small realm.

However, the divine body of the true god cannot descend into the small realm.

If the small realm is compared to a piece of glass, then the god is like a towering mountain.

Glass cannot bear the weight of mountains. Once the true god appears in the small realm, the small realm will instantly fall apart.

But the True God can make his magical powers appear in small areas, but they cannot be too strong. Once the law of heaven backfires, the True God cannot bear it.

This point... is extremely difficult to control, but True God can do it.

"Could it be that in the big realm, there is a leader who says that a Mahayana saint has intervened in the small realm?"

"But... what is the purpose of the person who takes action?" Song Qingyun was very worried about Chen Yu's situation.

If Chen Yu were here, he would definitely be able to see that the person meddling in the small realm is not a Mahayana saint at all, but... a true god!

If it hadn't been for the blocking attack by Tiandao Thunder just now, that big hand would probably have done more than just crush a green roc to death.



But it is said that in the deepest part of the underground space, in the ancient bronze palace, the peak battle is about to break out.

The four major sects of Tiandao Sect, Tianyao Sect, Holy Spirit Sect, and Zizi Sect all have a grudge against Chen Yu. Chu Tianxia, ​​Cao Mu, Lan Tu, Huang Zhanhong, plus Luo Ge and Fang Zizai have terrible energy spreading in their bodies.

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On the nine-story altar, Chen Yu, dressed in white, laid his right hand on the Wanhong Sword, ready to stand ready.

Before, Chen Yu had planned to see Alice and escape with her directly. He never thought that he would fight with these people.

But the appearance of the Jidao Immortal Soldier completely disrupted Chen Yu's plan.

This magical treasure, this incredible opportunity, even if he couldn't get it himself, he still wanted to leave it to Alice.

This is the essential difference between Chen Yu and Lan Tu, and it is also the reason why Alice wanted to escape from the Holy Spirit Cult again and again. yyls

Because in Alice's heart, no matter in the past, present, or future, she has only one master, and that is Chen Yu.

"Rogue cultivator surnamed Chen, don't be stubborn, it's still too late to give in!"

Huang Zhanhong looked arrogant and said: "As long as you hand over Song Qingyun, I can promise you...!"

Unfortunately, before the great elder of Zizai Sect finished speaking, Chen Yu on the nine-story altar had already moved.

His speed was so fast that everyone's eyes only dimmed as Chen Yu arrived in front of Rogge.

Rogge had seen Chen Yu's ruthless methods on Jiuling Island, and had also fought with Chen Yu in the micro world. He knew the horror of this casual cultivator.

The first time he saw Chen Yu disappear, Rogge had already retreated. He knew this casual cultivator to some extent.

Why did Chen Yu want to kill him first? Because among the six, he and Fang Zizai were at the lowest level. In addition, the most important point was that the Xuanling Jicao was on him.

Even though he had noticed it, Rogge still took a step slower.

Before anyone could react, Chen Yu stepped forward and pinched Rogge's right wrist.

Before taking action, Chen Yu had already carefully observed that Rogge's storage ring was worn on the index finger of his right hand.

The next second, Chen Yu pulled hard, and Rogge's entire right arm was torn apart, and blood sprayed everywhere like splashing water.

After finishing all this, Chen Yu tiptoed and stepped backward quickly. At the same time, he opened his mouth and spit out a very thin, very long, and very sharp sword energy towards Rogge.

The sword energy was like piercing through tofu, piercing Rogge's eyebrows and shooting out from the back of his head.

Thick blood mixed with white substance flowed out from the two broken mouths.

When Chen Yu stood on the nine-story altar again holding Rogge's blood-stained right arm, many monks in the Bronze Ancient Palace reacted.

With a bang, Rogge's body hit the ground hard, kicking up a cloud of dust.


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