The sound wave exploded in front of Dashi Mountain.

In the Dashi Mountain Formation, everyone was shocked. Looking up, they saw four people fighting in the sea of ​​blood, and the battle situation was unprecedentedly fierce.

"You go and send a message to King Yuanyang!"

As the formation buzzed, two figures, one tall and one short, had already stepped into the sky, holding the sealed king's spiritual treasure and rushed into the sea of ​​blood.

Not only two people, but many masters who came to watch the battle this time, saw that Yuan Duxiu, who was holding three pieces of King's Spirit Treasures and wearing King's Vestments, were at a disadvantage.

After their erotic changes, they all took action one after another.

In fact, the moment the formation enveloped Dashi Mountain, someone had already arrived in front of the Tower of Tongtian.

"Senior, outside..."

The true disciple was interrupted by Yingsan as soon as he said a word.

"I'm not blind."

Yingsan raised his eyelids and looked at the disciple with a slightly turbid eyes: "You can see it."

"Well......"

The disciple was extremely anxious, but when he heard this answer, he was at a loss and didn't know what to say.

"Okay, you can retreat and keep the formation from being eroded. Although this formation is powerful, it will not be harmful in a short period of time."

Ying Sanyi waved his hand, and the disciple couldn't help but withdraw from the smokey space.

"What exactly does the Yuanyang King want to do..."

Yingsan said to himself in his heart, but the man had disappeared before the tower gate.

The next moment, he arrived at the Tower of Heaven.

This is a dark and dark space, like night and as deep as the starry sky. From here, you can see mysterious yellow steps rising from the sky.

That is a step, but it is not just a step.

In the mysterious and hazy divine light, there are mountains, rivers, birds and beasts, clouds and fog, and people.

Just like a cave heaven, it is much bigger than a cave heaven.

It was as if someone used his supreme magic power to intercept the world and put it into it.

Yingsan stopped in the void and stared away, and the streaming light flashed on the first step in front of the tower gate.

His eyes moved and he shook his head slightly:

"These little guys have talent, but unfortunately they are not in the time to ignite. If they don't join forces, they will probably not be able to pass the level of Xiao Ming Wang..."

He saw clearly.

Many geniuses on the first step naturally understand this principle.

But Feng Xingliu was in front of them and left with Xiao Ming King. How could they join forces?

Isn’t this accusation that I am not as good as Feng Xingli?

This is even more unacceptable for many geniuses with great ambitions than being beaten by Xiao Ming King to flee in a panic.

"The Bashihuang Court was almost created by the King of Xiao Ming. Such figures are rare in ancient and modern times. Although these juniors are amazing, they are not as good as the King of Xiao Ming. Of course they cannot fight against Xiao Ming!"

The dragon roars:

"The strong people in ancient and modern times are stronger than all things, and some are stronger than cave heaven. The way of Xiao Ming King's ten cave heavens has reached its peak. Even when he was granted a title of marquis, he was almost invincible at the same level."

A pair of eyes lit up in the void, and Ao Guanglong's body lies across the void, like mountains rising and falling.

Yingsan nodded first, but sighed again: "Now I realize that our human race is so powerful."

"Um?"

Burning smoke blew out of his nostrils, and Ao Guangxin was confused.

Yingsan smiled again: "There are some feelings between non-human races after all, and even if they are not the same race, they have tendencies."

"Ying Lao Ghost!"

Ao Guang's eyes were filled with fire, and his breath rose and fell down: "King Xiao Ming is your supreme disciple of the human race. Could it be said that he is not strong?"

"What I said is another word that Xiao Ming Wang is not strong?"

Yingsan ignored the dragon's power on the shop, took a step forward, and disappeared into the void:

"It is difficult for heroes from ancient times to the present to have high standards. It is meaningless to praise whoever is demoted. Although the Xiao Ming King is powerful, he has reached the peak of the Nine Realms of Guanglong Supreme, and the Xiao Ming King has only cultivated himself to one level. In today's world, the younger generation of the domineering imperial court.

But all the realms are at their peak, if they are at the same level, Xiao Ming Wang..."

The voice floats.

Ying and the other two disappeared, Ao Guang's aura calmed down, and he glanced at the crowd of people who were chased by Xiao Ming in the "first level" and had no way to go to the earth.

‘Hey’ laughed: “I beat you harder!”

Thirty-six steps in the Tower of Heaven.

Ying San stepped past, but could not move, and could only walk through one step, and witnessed the scene among the square steps.

He followed An Qi for thousands of years and witnessed the creation of the Tower of Heaven with his own eyes. He felt endless shock in his heart, and he still didn't know how all this was done.

Even if he knew what was going on.

These thirty-six-layer towers not only represent the unfinished thirty-sixth level of heaven, but also contain the thirty-six "dreams" that the Yuanyang King "dream forever" was seized from his dreams.

The Little Ming King of the World... The Phoenix Clan Yan Chang Ge... The Great Heavenly King of the Dragon Clan... The Middle Ages, the Ancient Ones, the Ancient Ages...

It feels so wonderful to see one powerful person who has left traces in the river of time and the geniuses of this world.

Like a dream.

While Yingsan was feeling the feelings, he also had a deeper awe for the Yuanyang King.

Is this kind of power really possible in the Tongtian Realm?

Yingsan, who I personally experienced, knew very well that it was definitely not an illusion outlined by illusion, but more like a projection cast from the long river of time.

Huh ~

Ripples spread in the void.

Yingsan quickly stepped over the thirty-six steps, his vision suddenly widened, and light followed.

Above the steps are the mountains.

Among them, thousands of mountains compete for beauty, thousands of beasts run around, grass and trees are shaded, and the clear water is gurgling. The scenery is excellent.

Looking at Yingsan, you can see An Qisheng's back lying across the stone under a divine waterfall, as well as the dark and sturdy "Xiaoyue Tianlang".

In front of me, there was a stone tablet floating, and the extremely abstract, extremely difficult to understand paintings, as well as vague and missing handwriting.

"King Yuanyang."

Stepping out and approaching, Yingsan bowed slightly: "Have you seen what happened outside?"

Those who are of high Taoism are their teachers. Although they are older, Yingsan is very respectful and does not even hide his awe.

This is not only because he helps himself to "live into the second life", but also because the path is high and the pioneer of respecting the path is naturally normal for practitioners.

"See it."

An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, and the clear water came into his eyes, but his eyes were deep: "The blood-formed person is not bad at all."

"Then you?"

Yingsan was a little strange. He knew very well the temperament of this Yuanyang King, and he had no such master who deliberately did not take action to "harden" his juniors.

"The people I'm waiting for are still in the future."

An Qisheng sat up slowly, and the light in his eyes slowly disappeared, as if he had woken up in a dream, stretching his arms: "If you can't even deal with this, what if you don't have me?"

"Um?"

Ying San was shocked: "Without you? Where are you going?"

"If you come, you will leave, where can you stay together?"

An Qisheng deeply exhaled a breath of turbid air, blew the clear water of the eight thousand miles of flat lake in front of him. With a pop, a spirit fish floated up.

Then it fell down, splashing ripples:

"Just like this fish, which came out of water for a moment, would eventually fall into the lake."

A thousand years is not a short time.

Not to mention that he used the method of entering a dream to "dream back to eternity" with the aura of many kingly spiritual treasures and even the supreme treasures.

Crossing the world, this is the longest retreat he has experienced.

But this is not because he really wants to stay in seclusion for so long, but because he has hidden worries.

This hidden worry is not a cosmic disaster that is likely to destroy everything in the future.

Instead, he cannot stay in the Wanyang Realm for a long time.
To be continued...