Wu Zhuo's move naturally caused Tian Xin to boil.

It is clearly the fourth stage of the alternating impact of the stacked eras, but the light of heavenly reincarnation has not been seen.

There was only unparalleled power, like a volcano erupting in an instant, triggering a riot of shimmering thunder and light, spreading high in the chaotic sky, preventing Wu Zhuo from integrating.

The surviving innate gods in this world were retreating one after another, their faces turned pale by the light.

This confrontation was obviously much more terrifying than the previous two. It burst out with such huge power from the beginning, and it seemed that it had suddenly reached the middle and late stages.

Naturally, they knew that this was caused by Wu Zhuo's desire to influence the evolution of heaven.

There was another bang.

Wu Zhuo roared loudly, his limbs and bones were shaking. His whole body instantly rose up, as if he had become a giant who created the world. He resisted endless pressure and rushed forward. Even the calamities caused by the primitive road could not stop him.

Under the protection of the Avenue of Life.

These calamities struck Wu Zhuo, only causing crackling sounds and not causing any substantial harm.

He finally soared for nine days.

Next to him, there is a vast expanse of Tao and light, showing the vastness and profoundness of the way of heaven, like an unfathomable ocean, rising and falling, wrapping around Wu Zhuo's whole body.

Wu Zhuo's eyes sparkled with divine light, and he was not afraid of this.

The divine veins in his body decomposed into the Dao Brand. After resisting and breaking free, he struggled to open up a vacuum zone.

At the same time, he clenched his fists with both hands and pulled infinite mighty force, turning into a dragon, churning up rivers and seas in the ocean, setting off huge waves.

Buzz!

In an instant, the entire chaos trembled, and the endless void became unstable.

In the sky, there are lines of avenues emerging, constantly flashing, causing the dust in each domain to be brushed away, and a kind of divine light begins to shine.

It is obviously the time when night falls and the depth of winter is freezing.

But there was a vigorous vitality that swept through the chaos, like a pool of stagnant water, starting to flow, which shocked many acquired creatures.

Their ability to perceive the great road has actually recovered somewhat.

The exhausted chaotic essence is also recovering.

"Is it really okay? This is just the beginning."

"Master Wu Zhuo, this is too outrageous!"

The feelings of the innate gods became more and more profound, and they all opened their eyes in surprise, feeling that they were going back to the glorious era of prosperity.

only.

This change was quickly cut off.

Rumble!

As high in the sky, fluctuations that overwhelmed time and space erupted, and the avenues that emerged in the sky dimmed instantly, and the entire chaos was once again brought back to its original shape.

Wu Zhuo's fight against the reincarnation of heaven enters an extremely fierce moment.

His tall figure was almost knocked down into the dust, and his body was almost shattered into two pieces due to the backlash from heaven.

Wu Zhuo was not surprised but overjoyed, his eyes shone with excitement, and he jumped up again.

What he did just now was just a preliminary test, and he was excited about the results of the test.

In the following years, the voice of heaven erupted frequently, like muffled thunder resounding throughout the heavens and the world, as if two masters were colliding.

If most of the shock waves had not been blocked by Wu Zhuo, Chaos would have been turned upside down.

The various realms of chaos are in constant turmoil, wandering on the edge of decline and recovery, and have cycled through the cycle countless times.

Wu Zhuo is doing his best to show off his main, sect, and honorable products, showing his original appearance. He must stand on the Nine Heavens, resist endless pressure, and try to change the evolution of heaven, making all chaotic creatures tremble.

This is not like helping sentient beings to resist the reincarnation of heaven, but Wu Zhuo's own catastrophe.

Hundreds of thousands of years later.

The blazing light of heaven enveloped the vast chaos.

The various avenues that erupted from Tianxin have reached the strongest level under the ruler.

The gods flashed and thunder exploded, and even Wu Zhuo was unable to block them all. Some of the borders of the Forbidden Sky were completely destroyed, and Wu Zhuo's figure was also shrouded in flames.

These firelights come from heaven, are violent and cruel, resemble the red light of sin, and are corroding Wu Zhuo's divine body.

But he was fearless and brought his combat power to its peak, reshaping his body over and over again. His mighty aura was like a dam bursting across the land, impacting the sky.

The Wudao Forbidden Zone and some ancient battlefields shook again, and the traces left in them were stimulated, reflecting the traces of the battle between Xiao Ye and Eternal Sky.

"Lord Wu Zhuo, you really have the power to dominate!"

The gods who were watching were shocked to the point of numbness.

If before, the strength of Wu Zhuo was just speculation.

So now, it is completely verified.

Faced with such power from Tianxin, it is simply incredible that Wu Zhuo could persist for so many years. It is a completely immortal myth.

But no matter how tenacious Wu Zhuo is, it becomes extremely difficult.

In the midst of repeated confrontations.

Even the avenue of life could not protect his blood and bones, which continued to fall from high in the sky, soaking many places in the chaos.

With his obsession, he rushed up again and again, and the Tao rushed out of the Tianling Cap and rushed into the boiling Tianxin, exerting influence.

Lasts for many years.

The various realms of chaos have wandered between decline and recovery countless times, and finally the former has the upper hand. The essence of chaos has spread, but it cannot continue to explore.

Wu Zhuo's continuous influence was blocked by the boiling Tianxin and fell into a deadlock.

The innate gods in this world all have worried looks in their eyes.

Because of careful calculation, there are still 100,000 years left in the fourth stage.

If Wu Zhuo cannot persevere, all his previous efforts will be in vain.

Wu Zhuo obviously also knew this.

He stopped being violent, started to defend passively, stopped exploring, and wanted to defend his territory.

"Wuzhuo has tried his best..."

Seeing this, some innate gods sighed.

This level of change alone is only a drop in the bucket in terms of the great decline of Chaos.

The innate mixed treasure still cannot be born, and their fate has not changed.

More than 90,000 years have passed.

Wu Zhuo's body has become riddled with holes, and all his flesh and blood have withered away, leaving only a pair of cracked bones, which are still suffering and will collapse at any time.

As for the arrival of the New Age, it only happens in a matter of days.

"It's almost over."

All the creatures in the chaos showed smiles.

In any case, they survived into the Neomian.

"Open it for me!"

At this moment, a sharp shout suddenly resounded, drowning out the surging voice.

Seeing only the withering flesh and blood, Wu Zhuo tried his best to create a shining symbol of time, causing fluctuations in magical power and changing the rules of order.

The great road brand on his body was steaming, and there were twenty brands of main combat power, blending together, and slashing towards the sky at high speed.

"It was the extreme method used to damage the sky!"

This scene made all the gods suddenly change their expressions.

Wu Zhuo did not give up.

At this last moment, he gathered strength and launched a thunderous blow.
Chapter completed!