Eternal darkness is the other side of the real world. Space exists here in a distorted way. Only when you truly enter the virtual world will you discover that the real darkness is not eternal silence.
On a cloud like aurora, a dazzling figure as bright as eternal sun seemed to be immortal. The surrounding world of caves was twisted. Through infinite light, a figure could be seen, which seemed to be a young man, wearing a slender white robe, with strands of golden threads imprinted on it, as if it contained the foundation of Tao and emitted a terrifying aura.
At this moment, behind the young man, dozens of figures also emit aura of different strengths, but compared with the young man, there is an insurmountable gap like the bright moon and the firefly.
However, if Xiao Yi was here at this moment, he would find that among the dozens of figures behind the young man, three people were standing in front.
"The Lord of Green Gourd Sword", "The Lord of Biyun Sword", "The Lord of Ganges Mountain"
Buzz!
The young man raised his slender fingers and his crystal clear fingertips fell. The cave world in front of him suddenly produced a strange Taoist rhyme. A cave world rippled like water light, and a golden ancient city emerged, with Buddha light lingering. Even if the energy of time is separated, it is difficult to ignore.
Miss the Imperial City!
The picture that emerged in front of the young man was the first general in the Western Regions of the Northern Desert and belonged to the Nianhuang City of Shousheng Temple.
At this moment, in front of Nianhuang City, a young man from the Eight-winged God Clan was as silver as a waterfall, and a golden magic spear burst out with dazzling divine light, like an eternal holy light piercing forward.
In the cave world, there is also a dazzling aurora cloud ten miles away in front of the aurora clouds. On this aurora cloud, dozens of figures gather.
Demonic energy, demonic energy, underworld energy, divine power, fairy energy and other auras intertwined. These are many powerful people belonging to the alien race, and the eight people of Xuanyang Taoist Master who had disappeared before were listed.
In addition, before many foreign powers, a purple light was like fog, and the emptiness and reality could not be seen clearly. The hazy purple mist vaguely illuminated a towering demon shadow. The aura belonging to the saint spreads in the cave world. The dozens of foreign powers behind them all showed a look of awe and dared not surpass them at all.
Suddenly, from the hazy purple mist, the ethereal demon sound was transmitted, as deep as a mountain and as desolate as the world. This rhythm made people fall and indulge.
"Human race, the disaster of the era is coming. Didn't you expect that you would have such a great decision to use the blood of the younger generation to cultivate real strong people? These eight generations of the eight races have prominent blood. Their ancestors have saints born. Even if they are not able to inherit the blood of the holy blood, they are all flowing with the blood of the first generation of soldiers. Their talents and combat power are undoubtedly possessed or close to the posture of a young saint."
On the human side, many powerful people were silent, and the young man who was like the eternal burning sun chuckled, as if a bell rang, and infinite light was generated from all directions of the cave world. This light was hot and masculine, which offset the desolate sound.
"Only life and death can sharpen the true power, and only blood and bones can create eternity."
The young man said such words, which made the powerful gods slightly surprised and became a little embarrassed. Compared with the terrifying human saints, such a song of war usually originated from their gods. Only real gods war soldiers are qualified to embark on the path to the human world that belongs to the heavens and all real worlds.
"Did you rely on these people outside the city? Or is it just a temptation to understand the reality of the people in the city? It's really sad that the strong people in the clan regarded them as pawns..."
The sound of the demon shadow was conveyed, which immediately made many human gentry frown, but no one spoke, because this was their decision that they had long been made. The competition between generals may not be enough to influence the overall situation of the entire Northern Wilderness, or even the Western Regions. However, compared with the alien race, it is not enough to attract more attention. This is actually an excellent opportunity. The younger generation can often foresee some future.
However, it is really difficult for these people in front of the Imperial City to resist the young venerables of the Eight Clans. These are undoubtedly eight terrifying young strong men, each of which is enough to easily kill the strong men who are ranked near the end on the ground list.
The Lord of Ruqing Gourd Sword couldn't help but sigh at this moment, but this was the decision of the saint. Even as a powerful man on the Heavenly List, it was difficult to change. At this moment, his eyes passed through the water-like painting scroll and stayed on several young powerful men. These were Xiao Yi, Xiao Fist Ji Shan, Yuan Huatian, and Ye Yi, the Soul-Breaking Sword.
These four people are all the most powerful young generations. Among them, Iron Fist Ridge Mountain and Broken Soul Sword Ye Yi had expected this, and this was also the decision of the saint. However, although it was a pity that Xiao Yi and Huatian Hand Yuanhuatian were the first to be aware of it, they did not care at first. It was just rumored that Huatian Hand had a primitive divine cauldron in hand. With the saint there, they would naturally not fall behind.
But no one expected that Xiao Yi, the Zhutian Gun, would show such combat power. This was the true posture of a young saint. He surpassed Long Sanshi, who was the Black Flame Dragon-horned Beast clan of the Demon Clan, had unimaginable talents and potential on the road of life evolution.
"Saint!"
After a moment of pondering, the Green Gourd Sword Master took a step forward and wanted to say something, but the young man raised his hand to stop him.
With a sigh, the Lord of the Green Gourd Sword retreated and knew that things should not be done. This is a battle for the younger generation. Once they intervene, the consequences will be immeasurable.
Not only the Lord of the Green Gourd Sword, but also the Lord of Biyun Sword and Lord of the Gange Mountains sighed in their hearts. A young venerable with the appearance of a young saint is not often seen in the strongest teacher's department. If he can grow up, even if he cannot become a saint, he can at least become a powerful generation, and he must be the most powerful among the powerful, and it may not be known that he has become the strongest.
"It is unstoppable that the gap between the young venerables of the eight clans is not insurmountable. Compared with the possible heavenly soldiers, they must have been given the means of resisting."
"Their blood will not flow in vain, and there will be someone in the city who will avenge them."
There are great powers who have already observed in the Cave Void World, and naturally saw the young man with amazing talent and unparalleled combat power. However, they did not think that he could block the young venerables of the Eight Clans. At most, two people could compete with him, and three people were enough to kill him. There were five people, such as the Heavenly Hand, and most of them could not block ten moves. No matter how strong the Primitive Divine Cauldron was, it might not be able to shock the four directions.
"This is the beginning of the end of the era. Many deaths are meaningless, but they are necessary."
"Their blood and bones will be buried in the military tombs and have been tributed by human races throughout the ages."
There are also powerful and strong and masculine words and sentences. Even the posture of a young saint is just a drop in the ocean compared to the entire human world and even the torrent of a hundred worlds, and it is difficult to even cause any ripples.
...
puff!
In front of the Imperial City, a human venerable was penetrated, and the magic gun was burning, and the holy light was like a sea. This was an old venerable. Even in the third step, he could not stop a shot. He screamed and shattered into the void. Blood and bones burned, and were turned into ashes by the blazing divine flames.
"kill!"
This is the Viscount of Blood River. The Blood River spear is like a blood stream. The spear is like a blood river rolling, drowning more than a dozen soul-melting powerhouses. The blood river rolled over and there were only a pile of war bones left on the ground.
Most of them are young and strong men who have gone through a long road to compete for the generals and troops and come to Nianhuang City. Before they can enter the competition for the generals and troops, they are separated by life and death.
Like a Shura field, the smell of blood is everywhere, and the young venerables of the eight clans take steps at the same time. The strongest qi of the eight essays blends, which is equivalent to the joint efforts of the eight top powerhouses on the road to the generals. Who can resist such qi, dozens of human strongmen will be blown up on the spot, among which several young venerables who have just entered the first step.
The immortal clan Mo Ke light surging with his body. This is a young man, but he is infinitely terrifying. He looks like two big suns hanging high in his eyes. The blazing fairy light swept out. A celebrity strong man turned into nothingness on the spot. The space barrier was burned, and dark cracks were produced.
Moke Fairy Light!
The supreme immortal method created by the immortal saint Mo Ke is ranked in the realm of the five-turn script, and it can melt the space to reach the extreme.
In a killing, without any mercy, the young venerables of the eight clans took action and were unwilling tolerate each other. In an instant, a hundred people fell, and both body and spirit were destroyed, completely disappearing between heaven and earth.
"stop!"
The iron fist and the blood and energy filled his chest. He shouted violently, his eyes widened, and his iron fist was like a mountain, crushing towards the young Bone Clan Venerable. (There is another update, please don’t be impatient) (To be continued. Please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!)