"Finally, there is no way to block it. I have tried my best."
In the Holy World of Tiancan, the Holy Emperor of Tiancan felt something in his heart, and a wry smile appeared on his face.
He was invincible for an era.
But the Holy Lord who can go to fight for the creation and opportunity of the 'god-level' is also very extraordinary. How can he stop it alone? In fact, what he can do is very limited.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The temperature in the starry sky in the Xuanri World dropped sharply, and many broken star fields were frozen. A chill that was more terrifying than the Holy Lord of the Snow Race of the Three Thousand Worlds continued to spread and swept away.
clatter!
The space was unstable for a while, and heavy footsteps resounded in the long starry sky corridor. Gradually, a figure that was domineering but full of age walked out.
At this moment, not only the Xuanri World, but also several surrounding worlds were shaken. All the warriors in the world felt a trembling from their souls, and some even couldn't help but lie on the ground, trembling.
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"Nearly a million years have passed, and I'm back first!"
He towered in the starry sky, exuding unparalleled vast coercion. He was the only one to dominate the mountains and rivers. With endless vicissitudes in his eyes, he scanned the Xuanri world and whispered, as if he was remembering and reminiscing.
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At the end, he looked towards the three thousand realms.
boom!
At this moment, endless visions descended from the sky, including real dragons soaring into the sky, fairy phoenixes circling, and Xuanwu opening the way.
A streak of auspicious colors and a streak of divine brilliance paved the way to form a supreme holy path. He climbed on it and made no move, but the sun, moon, mountains and rivers were all retreating.
Although his figure disappeared, there was still a light flickering in the same place, and wonders of the world kept emerging. The suppressed three thousand primary holy paths could not be recovered for a long time. This was rare in the past, and not many people in the past could do it.
The three thousand worlds are boiling, all major races are shaking, and all living beings are trembling, as if they have sensed that a powerful person is traveling, and they are all frightened, and their hearts are agitated.
"Although the saint-level powerhouses have endless longevity and are recognized by heaven and earth, their path to cultivation is bumpy and difficult. Not many can survive, and many of them are no longer visible."
This figure is like a demon, constantly moving forward, looking across the sky, with endless vicissitudes of life in his eyes, as if he is remembering many ancient past events.
Then, he walked forward on foot and entered many mysterious and dangerous places in the Three Thousand Worlds. Even the Little Heavenly Holy Lord did not dare to set foot in it easily, so he went in like that.
He was like an invincible, nothing could stop him, he trampled everything under his feet and crossed.
The Eternal Land is the place of exile for the human race's holy criminals. It is controlled by the human race's temple. It will only be opened during special periods. No one knows its specific location.
But that figure, ignoring the rules of the temple, just attacked and stepped in forcefully.
And, this is just the beginning.
"I didn't expect that in just a few hundred thousand years, the Three Thousand Realms would undergo such a big change. Even the master of the Xuanri Realm has been changed. Sure enough, there are no tigers or monkeys in the mountains to be kings. Some clowns are here.
, and dare to act arrogantly."
From traveling across the heavens to reminiscing about the past, to gathering murderous intent, it only took a few days.
"A powerful man walked out of the starry sky corridor of the Xuanri Realm. He has the symbol of the Dayan Ancient Clan on his body. He is most likely the Holy Lord of Huadu from millions of years ago!"
"It is indeed Holy Lord Huadu. Old fossils have confirmed it. Now Holy Lord Huadu has entered the clan of the Snow Race and wiped out Holy Lord Snow Emperor with one palm."
"Back then, the Dayan Ancient Clan invited five foreign Holy Lords to fight against the Holy Son of Taichu. In the end, these five Holy Lords turned against each other, and Holy Lord Snow Emperor was one of them."
"Holy Lord Fanji of the Yemei race heard the news and wanted to escape far away, but he was too late and was killed. He was also one of the five foreign Holy Lords back then!"
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The chilling news kept coming out one after another, and there was a dead silence for nine days and ten places, and everyone was shocked.
Holy Lord!
That is the existence that stands at the pinnacle of the Three Thousand Worlds. One statue can protect a race for countless epochs. It is a realm that many holy warriors dream of. But now they are falling one after another, like a dream.
The Holy Lord of Huadu of the Dayan Ancient Clan is showing his power with iron-blooded tactics. Ordinary Holy Lords are simply no match for him.
"This is the cycle of epochs, one of the most terrifying turmoils in the Three Thousand Realms. Every time it comes, the rules will be reshaped. The major races are ambitious and full of bloodshed. I don't know how many powerful saints will die."
"We were born at the wrong time, and the future is bleak." Someone was lamenting.
The reincarnation of eras exists in the cracks of history. Those who survived the reincarnation of the last era have almost all grown into the top powerhouses in the three thousand worlds.
The rest is not clear to anyone who has not experienced it.
But under such an uproar, the secrets of the epochal reincarnation began to surface, and even spiritual warriors knew about it, and the hair on their bodies stood up.
The cycle of epochs has just begun and is already so tragic. If it breaks out completely, it will definitely be a disaster.
At the same time, there are also many people talking.
The Holy Lord of Huadu of the Dayan Ancient Clan returned from that place, and immediately killed the foreign Holy Lord who had turned against him. It was obvious that a liquidation was about to take place.
And the Holy Son of Taichu, who was at the peak of the human race, even entered and exited the Dayan clan twice, killing countless Dayan clan members. How could the Holy Lord of Huadu let him go?
But the reality is somewhat unexpected.
Under the horrified gazes, the terrifying Holy Lord of Huadu, after a bloodbath, glanced coldly at the Yanhuang world, crossed many great worlds, and returned directly to the Dayan clan
The fight actually stopped.
"Why didn't the Holy Lord Huadu of the Dayan Ancient Clan take action? Was it the instruction from the first generation Holy Son of the Dayan Ancient Clan?"
In the starry sky of the Yanhuang Realm, the Great Sage of Time Xuan Xiao stands in the sky, his eyes filled with worry.
He is a peerless figure and a true hero, but under the shroud of the reincarnation of the ages, he is also full of powerlessness.
What's more, this is just the beginning.
The other powerful Holy Lords and Holy Lords of the Dayan Ancient Clan will probably return one after another soon.
Perhaps to Holy Lord Huadu, they are just turtles in a jar now.
"The situation is too tense, Holy Son, are you still unwilling to cut it off?" The Great Sage of Time Xuan Xiao looked towards the Yanhuang Realm Lord's Mansion.
At this moment, endless holy light fell from the Yanhuang Realm Lord's Mansion, causing heaven and earth to interact with each other. The light was so bright that it completely submerged it.
Penetrating this dazzling holy light, it is not difficult to find that Xiao Ye is still sitting cross-legged in the ancient well, reciting the ancient Sutra of Taichu, seemingly unaware of the turmoil in the outside world.
Without cutting off the mortal road of the past, there is no way to integrate it with the invincible road of the Holy Son of the Beginning.
"I seem to have seen another way."
At a certain moment, Xiao Ye's eyes suddenly opened, brighter than ever before, and a hint of enlightenment gradually emerged in his heart, and his black hair suddenly became calm.
