In the Three Thousand Worlds, the powerful ones at the Holy Lord level represent heaven.
The crossing of every realm is equivalent to transformation. Whether it is the strength of the Holy Lord, the body of the Holy Lord, the soul of the Holy Lord, or the Holy Knowledge, it is completely different. The breakthrough is vast and boundless.
Not to mention a super genius of the Yemei race like Fan Yi!
Wow!
The most brilliant light bloomed, illuminating the universe for eternity, piercing through all the visions, and the starry sky of Taixu Realm was turbulent.
"If I ascend to the throne of heaven, who can stop me?"
Fan Yi's figure appeared vaguely, like an immortal monument, like a god coming over the world. The five holy ways he understood flashed at the same time, shaking the vast universe, and the roaring sound echoed between heaven and earth.
Before arriving at the Great Realm of Taixu, Fanyi was at the juncture of a breakthrough. This breakthrough can be said to be a matter of accumulation and success.
"Hahaha!"
"Foolish Holy Lord of the human race, do you really think that our Yemei race is afraid of you? Your end is coming!"
Having been walking with Fan Yi, the old holy master of the Yemei race teleported and looked up and laughed wildly.
In the past five years, their Yemei race has not been silent, but they have all been waiting for Fan Yi to attack the Great Heaven.
With Fanyi's terrifying qualifications, coupled with the various holy laws and scriptures given by the legendary Holy Lord, once he successfully breaks through, even if the human Holy Lords in the Taixu Realm unite, they will just fall apart and be nothing to worry about.
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This is also the reason why the Ye Mei race did not send a new Holy Lord to help.
Because it's not needed at all.
The disciples of the legendary Holy Lord are capable of stabilizing the world, sweeping across the world, and guarding the great realm of Taixu for their Yemei race.
"Cherish your last time!" The old Holy Lord sneered and looked in the direction of Holy Lord Zhan Tian and others.
"Quick, we must stop Fan Yi from breaking through. This is our last chance!"
At this moment, the Holy Lord Zhantian on the other side had come to his senses and shouted with a horrified look on his face.
He finally understood why the Yemei race had been so silent in the past five years.
If anyone is at the mid-heaven level, it is already scary enough. Even if they are together, they may not be able to defeat each other.
Once Fanyi succeeds in breaking through, it will definitely be their nightmare.
What's deplorable is that they didn't get any news at all.
Holy Master Huo Bing, Holy Master Wanjing, and Xuan Xiao all looked solemn.
Naturally, they also knew the seriousness of the matter, so they took out their weapons one after another, followed Holy Lord Zhantian across the star field, and rushed towards the territory of the Yemei race.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Behind him, the human race's hundreds of thousands of saint-level troops were also struggling to resist the mighty holy power.
"Stop it, you still can't stop Fan Yi from breaking through."
At this moment, the world trembled, and a thirty-three-story stone tower appeared out of thin air, exuding unparalleled pressure and covering a million kilometers in radius. The bodies of Holy Lord Zhantian and his party trembled, and they were suppressed by the terrifying energy.
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Looking around, I could see at the end of the sky, the old Holy Lord of the Yemei race appeared, activating the thirty-third Taoist tower.
"It's over!"
Seeing this scene, the two holy masters Huo Bing and Wan Jing turned pale with fear on their faces.
This old Holy Lord activated the weapons of the True Heavenly Holy Lord. Without Xiao Ye's ability to influence time, they would have been unable to resist.
"Um?"
"The Holy Son of Heaven is not among you. Did he get the news and escape in advance? What a pity."
The old Holy Lord glanced at him with a look of emotion on his face.
"This is our only chance, fight!"
The Holy Lord Zhantian roared, urging the Holy Path of the Soul of the Weapon to the extreme. The whole world was filled with confusion, and various weapons evolved, trying to break through the suppression of the thirty-three-layer Dao Tower.
The other three holy masters also unleashed their full strength and launched an attack.
"Haha, without the Holy Son of the Beginning, you can't do anything to me."
The old Holy Lord of the Yemei race laughed wildly and activated the thirty-three-layer Taoist Tower to suppress it.
After five years of training, he has almost recovered from his original severe injuries.
Although there are four human saints in front of him, he only needs to block these saints. After Fan breaks through, he will naturally have nothing to do.
A melee at the Holy Lord level broke out again, causing many star fields in the Taixu Realm to break apart and be penetrated quickly, turning countless stars into powder.
Various symbols of the Holy Path collided, and the fluctuations in the battle shocked the world, imposing pressure for eternity. The Holy Lord could be easily killed instantly and turned into ashes.
As for the holy-level armies of the two major races, they also stayed away from each other and fought hand-to-hand in other star fields.
At the same time, the original scene reappeared.
Buzz!
The thirty-three-layer Dao Tower was so terrifying. Each floor lit up. Thirty-three holy paths burst out, forming a peerless killing intent. It firmly suppressed the four holy masters of the human race and brought them a lot of trouble.
Wounds, holy blood spread in the starry sky.
"Could it be that this time, not only are we unable to recapture the Taixu Realm, but we will also be buried here?"
Holy Lord Zhantian is the main fighting force, but the holy blood has already been splashed, and several of the holy bones in the Holy Lord's body have been worn away.
At this moment, his eyes were looking in a certain direction in confusion.
The holy light there was slowly dissipating, and the terrifying vision also subsided, revealing a strong body glowing with purple-black light.
The five intermediate holy paths that originally burst out also subsided like a tide and submerged into this body.
At the same time, a pressure belonging to the Great Heavenly Holy Lord is forming, spreading in all directions.
Obviously, they have missed the best opportunity, and Fanyi is about to make a breakthrough!
An unprecedented feeling of despair swept through the hearts of the four holy masters of the human race.
Now that they were restrained by the thirty-third Taoist tower, even if they wanted to retreat, it was too late.
Boom!
There was another shocking collision, and auspicious colors spurted out from the thirty-third Taoist tower. The Holy Lord Huo Bing among the human race was directly shattered into a ball of blood mist. The terrifying aftermath spread into the distance and affected countless planes.
Made it all fall apart.
But there are exceptions.
Buzz!
One of the mortal planes was shaken instantly, and mountains and rivers evaporated, as if a hurricane was sweeping through it and continental plates were breaking apart.
But at such a critical moment——
Buzz!
There are four red beams of light rising into the sky from the four directions of this continent, directly resolving such world-destroying fluctuations and protecting this continent.
Looking carefully, it is not difficult to find that the source of the four red beams is bright red blood, which contains infinite power.
This is the True Spirit Continent.
Although the world-destroying wave was blocked, the True Spirit Continent was still trembling.
"Is there another war between the Yemei race and my human race?"
On the boundless True Spirit Continent, a pair of eyes suddenly opened, exuding a sense of vicissitudes of life, as if they had seen through eternity, looking beyond the True Spirit Continent, causing the space to become turbulent.