Chapter 459: Black is yin, white is yang, yin and yang are reversed in one thought!
On the endless ocean, a Thunder Immortal Palace hangs out in the sky, with chaotic black and yellow air floating around it.
I saw thunderbolts as thick as mountains crashing down from the sky, shining continuously around the Immortal Palace.
They gathered into a sea of thunder and shattered the sky.
In the thunder sea, the chaotic black and yellow energy surged, and the blazing light spread in all directions.
Just one glance at it made the saint tremble with fear and make his hair stand on end.
Such majesty is that of an emperor!
The sons of the aristocratic family were all amazed and guarded closely beside Ruan He, the holy son of the Blood Demonic Tree Clan, to be on guard against any unexpected events.
The scene ahead is really shocking.
At first it was just a thunder as thick as a mountain, but later it almost turned the sky and the earth upside down, and the sun, moon and stars exploded.
This is completely the world of Thunder!
"With such a powerful energy, which emperor's former dojo is this?"
In the center, a young cultivator who looked like a human but was definitely not a human narrowed his eyes and looked into the Immortal Palace.
His name is Ruan He, and he is the holy son of the Blood Demon Tree Clan.
He was wearing a blood-red beast robe, tall and burly, with a domineering temperament, standing on a blood-red ancient chariot.
Around him, a group of noble family members act as his followers and stick closely to each other.
As long as he gives an order, this group of followers will work for him, even if they risk their lives.
The extreme combat power unleashed by these noble families is enough to annihilate any large clan that does not have a quasi-emperor.
What a terrifying force this is~
Previously.
Those saints who look like casual cultivators want to take out their anger on the human race, largely because the body shape of the human race is the same as the innate Tao body.
The innate Taoist body is the most suitable for cultivation among all races, and every move is close to the origin of heaven and earth.
Ruan He is such a being who has condensed the innate Taoist body!
Suddenly.
Ruan He looked sideways, his eyes fixed on the void.
The various aristocratic families have joined forces to lay out many elaborate formations, but they are actually useless?
"boom--"
Explosions sounded, and a figure appeared.
This figure is none other than Hong Yuan.
"who?"
"Send your name quickly, otherwise don't blame your Grandpa Niu for being rude!"
"I wonder where our distinguished guest comes from?"
The sons of the aristocratic family were shocked when they saw Hong Yuan's sudden appearance.
Whether it's a threat or a courtesy, they all want to find out the root cause of Hongyuan before making a decision.
"Haha." Hong Yuan just smiled.
He gently waved the feather fan in his hand and stood alone, looking leisurely and indifferent.
This kind of behavior actually made this group of aristocratic family members a little surprised and confused.
Could it be that this means that they are not qualified to talk to them and let a more prestigious family come?
With doubts in their hearts, the family members all turned their attention to Ruan He's figure.
The person with the most status here is Ruan He, the holy son of the Blood Demon Tree Clan.
"This is Ruan He, the tyrant of blood. May I ask, brother, where do you come from?" Ruan He said slowly.
His eyes were fixed on Hong Yuan.
Ruan He had no impression of Hong Yuan, a very strange existence.
But for some reason, Hong Yuan made Ruan He feel a certain threat.
Thinking about it this way, it actually makes no sense.
Because he, Ruan He, remembers the heroes of the younger generation among the imperial clans in Heaven very clearly.
If anyone can make him have this kind of perception, then he will never forget it.
"A man will not change his name in business, nor his surname in office. A certain family's name is 'Qiao'!"
Hong Yuan said calmly and had a calm attitude.
But his attitude made Ruan He's face suddenly darken.
Because among the younger generation of the Tianting Imperial Clan, no one is named "Qiao" at all!
"What a bridge." Ruan He's eyes were cold and he sneered.
this moment.
Others also learned from Ruan He's attitude that Hong Yuan was just an ordinary casual cultivator.
Many members of the aristocratic family were shocked and thought that Hong Yuan was too bold and acted recklessly.
A mere casual cultivator actually dared to show off in front of Ruan He. He was so disrespectful of his life.
"Do you know where the word "Ba" from the Blood Demonic Tree Clan came from?" Several members of the family really wanted to press Hong Yuan.
You must know that the Blood Tyrant Demonic Tree clan has always been the masters of the truth.
The Holy Son Ruan Hena was the leader among them. If he said that this place should be banned, then this place should be banned.
There was no invitation from Ruan He, nor was he from a wealthy family, so if he went through all kinds of battles to get here, wouldn't it be a slap in Ruan He's face, and Ruan He's face would be disgraced?
Sure enough, Ruan He had murderous intentions towards "Qiao".
Boom!
Boom!
Beside Ruan He, two terrifying figures appeared together after he sneered.
The light on their bodies can compete with the sun and the moon, and they are extremely dazzling. They rush straight towards the source of the flood, making no secret of their naked murderous intention towards the source of the flood.
During this process, the two saints also accelerated each other.
They wanted to kill Hong Yuan before the other party so that they could take credit from Ruan He!
boom--
These two terrifying forces intertwined, causing the sky to crack, like a shower of meteors and flints, vast and majestic.
Outside the large formation, the casual cultivators saw this scene, and their expressions changed greatly.
A saint exclaimed: "They actually alerted the Blood Dragon and Grass Thorn. They are two generals under Ruan He. They have extraordinary achievements in destroying two small tribes. What happened?"
Inside the formation, the members of the aristocratic families felt relieved when they saw the blood dragon and grass thorn taking action.
The sons of the aristocratic family continued to observe the evolution of the Immortal Palace, waiting for the terrifying thunder sea caused by the remaining imperial power to dissipate.
Although they don't know how Hong Yuan came here, they have great trust in the strength of the blood dragon and grass thorn.
Because the reputation of Blood Dragon and Grass Thorn is achieved through battle after battle, and it is definitely not something that an unknown person can resist!
ahead.
There was a smile on Hong Yuan's lips, but his expression remained indifferent.
Such an extraordinary gas state made Ruan He even more disgusted.
"How dare you shine like a grain of rice? How outrageous!" Hong Yuan said in a cold voice, his eyes suddenly glowing with light.
Hong Yuan was seen gently waving the black and white paper fan, and an extremely frightening black and white beam of light suddenly shot out from the paper fan.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! This black and white light beam is like a bright and scorching sun, but also like a dark purgatory.
The two are intertwined with each other, and the power they burst out shakes the heavens and the earth.
Although it is not like the five-color divine light in the legend, it is so powerful that it makes all the aristocratic family members suddenly change their colors.
Facing this move, the blood dragon and grass thorn trembled all over, as if they were struck by thunder and lightning. Subconsciously, they all manifested their own bodies, wanting to compete with Hong Yuan.
"Brush~"
The black and white beams of light passed by like a torrent, leaving only traces of the universe in the sky.
But the two saints, the Blood Dragon and the Grass Thorn, who were feared by people, have no bones left, and they no longer leave any traces in the world.
Subconsciously, all the family members turned their attention to Hong Yuan.
Hong Yuan has a tall and straight figure, with flowing black hair, and a black and white paper fan gently waving in his hand. His whole person is as indifferent as a lunar star.
"Yudao? Hiss~"
Several members of the aristocratic family took a breath of cold air, their throats moved slightly, and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
They had to admit that Hong Yuan's strength had scared them.
What frightened them was that Hong Yuan was still arrogant and arrogant in front of Ruan He, looking down on all living beings.
A mere casual cultivator dares to change the world when he gets a little chance?
"Haha." Ruan He laughed. He was angry at Hong Yuan.
He hates it when others are more pretentious than him. Except for those imperial geniuses in heaven, who dares to show off in front of him?
"Arrogant? Ignorant child." Ruan He's eyes gradually turned cold, and he strode forward with murderous thoughts in his heart.
The blood energy in his body surged, overwhelming the sky and the earth. From a distance, it looked like a sea of blood, completely submerging the place.
The dark clouds were rolling, and the sky was about to burst under the pressure of the sea of blood.
Among them, traces of blood swept across all directions, threatening to completely submerge the source of the flood.
Seeing this kind of scene, the saints inside and outside the formation were stunned.
Who is Ruan He? He is the holy son of a powerful family that has produced other kinds of enlightened people!
If he takes action, will other saints still have a chance to survive?
"Hula——"
Under the strong pressure of Ruan He, Hong Yuan still maintained an indifferent state. He flapped the black and white feather fan again, the majestic cosmic traces started, and the black and white beams entangled again, erupting with even more amazing power.
Like white snow meeting hot water, Ruan He's sea of blood melted in an instant, and his supreme magical power was easily cracked by Hong Yuan.
"The strength is not strong, the tone is not small, tsk tsk." Hong Yuan shook his head disdainfully, causing Ruan He to become furious.
"Death!" Ruan He roared loudly, like a cloud of chaos descending upon the world. The formation collapsed one after another, and several members of the aristocratic family vomited blood and fell backwards.
Ruan He stretched out his big hand, and the majestic traces of blood were activated. There were as many as 200,000, which was very terrifying. They turned into thick blood clouds and shot down toward the source of the flood.
Once hit, Hong Yuan would be refined in an instant, become part of the blood cloud, and die completely.
The magical methods passed down by alternative enlightened persons are simply not something that saints without inheritance can withstand.
"Ha." Hong Yuan smiled contemptuously and slapped it away with his backhand.
The natal magical power of the mythical beast Kunpeng - swallowing the sky and the earth!
At this moment, Hong Yuan's whole body was filled with a deep black light, and even every hair became so domineering.
I saw a black light rising from Hong Yuan's body to the sky, reaching ninety thousand feet into the sky. Ding Qing took a look and saw that what was contained in it was the traces of the esophagus. If he counted them carefully, they were as large as three hundred thousand!
The great formation surrounding here was directly destroyed, the whole world was trembling at an even more terrifying speed, and even the remaining thunder sea with the imperial power was also rising crazily.
In addition to the majestic esophagus marks, Hong Yuan's slap was pressed down with the terrifying strength of the divine beast Kunpeng, dominating the world, and the light he emitted even surpassed the remaining imperial power for a time.
Hong Yuan's demonic body is so ferocious that it is invincible among its peers. Especially when Hanyue Jiao's body is transformed into the mythical beast Kunpeng, it is even more terrifying.
Among those at the same level, Hong Yuan dared to fight even the Great Dream Emperor, who was known as the most powerful and holy one.
Facing someone of the same level as Ruan He, there was no way Hong Yuan would give in.
Boom!
With this blow, the sky collapsed, the earth split, and the sea dried up.
Blood channel marks and esophageal track marks collide, wear, and erode crazily.
Where the two sides met, there was a strong wind that was like the world collapsing, causing all the saints to panic and flee wildly, leaving the cultivators and the sons of the aristocratic family alone.
The Great Harmony Wind has the function of assimilating everything.
Once the great wind is allowed to blow, it can destroy the saint's blessed land and cave.
This place has become the center of the storm of Datongfeng, and the weak are not even qualified to get close.
Ruan He's body collapsed, large areas of blood rained out, and everything was heading towards irreversible defeat.
This scene shocked all the saints, and they couldn't believe it.
Ruan He is the holy son of the Blood Demonic Tree Clan. He is famous for his unparalleled flesh shell. Even the geniuses of the Imperial Clan must be cautious about being approached by him.
Before this, they simply did not believe that there were any casual cultivators who could compare with Ruan He.
But at this moment, they were shocked and couldn't believe what they saw in front of them.
"Let him go."
A saint with snake scales all over his body shouted at Hong Yuan: "Do you know who we are and where we come from? If you kill him, there will be no place for you in the Nine Heavens and Five Continents!"
Hong Yuan raised the corner of his mouth and said harshly: "Then you, come and beat me to death now, hahahaha——"
Hong Yuan laughed wildly and threatened the opponent in turn, quite like a demon giant.
Also, in terms of the demon body, he has always enjoyed an unparalleled status, and is regarded by the old monsters of the demon clan as the heir apparent to the lord of the demon clan.
With such great power, Hong Yuan was willing to suffer loneliness and has been silently dormant and developing. This has already given the human race a lot of face.
Under the shocked eyes of the family members, Hong Yuan attacked fiercely, each move becoming more fierce than the last.
Still possessing the magical power of swallowing the sky and the earth, he slapped it down with his big hand and turned it into a dark black hole, devouring everything crazily.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The sound of the tornado sounded, and it was as loud as the sound of war drums. Every sound will take away a large piece of Ruan He's life essence.
Boom!
At the end, Ruan He's consciousness molded into the lake and transformed into the body of the Blood Demon Tree. It was obvious that he had reached his ultimate state.
But, what are casual cultivators and aristocratic disciples?
That's the difference in background, that's the difference between having a strong backer or not!
The Blood Demonic Tree Clan once had a ninth-level alternative enlightenment supreme being. Ruan He, as the holy son of the Blood Demonic Tree Clan, naturally would not say that he would die so easily.
Moments of life and death.
Ruan He finally gave up his pride. He looked at Hongyuan quietly and activated the descendants of his clan who had preserved him.
He sighed helplessly: "Old ancestor, please turn around."
Finished talking.
boom!
Immortal mist filled the air, divine clouds burst into bursts, and terrifying energy emerged from the white jade weapon Ruan He carried.
All of a sudden, Hong Yuan's body trembled slightly, causing Hong Yuan's magical power to disappear, allowing Ruan He to escape from this crisis.
The saints were terrified, and they all looked blankly at the heroic figure in front of Ruan He.
Quasi-Emperor incarnation!
"God-Blooded King of Ming Dynasty!
Some members of the aristocratic family who knew the details of the quasi-emperor's incarnation cried out in surprise, and looked at Hong Yuan with amusement.
The incarnation of the Quasi-Emperor, who was called the Divine-Blooded Ming King, slowly opened his eyes, and planets appeared one after another around him.
The sky suddenly darkened, leaving only the light of the Thunder Immortal Palace.
Around the Divine-blooded Ming King, a vast star field formed, rumbling, forming a terrifying World Tree Enlightenment Map, which seemed to contain the truth of heaven and earth.
This terrifying power can truly be called unparalleled power. It scared many ordinary saints out of their wits. They fled without even thinking about it, and never dared to think about trying to steal the Immortal Palace again.
"Looking for help? Haha, I have one too."
Facing such a terrifying existence as the Divine-Blooded Ming King, Hong Yuan clasped his hands behind his back and smiled indifferently, causing the saints to frown.
The demon is disintegrated!
The demon is disintegrated!
The demon is disintegrated!
…
In a moment.
Hong Yuan's aura suddenly surged.
Ordinary eighth level, eighth level great sage, eighth level quasi-emperor!
His momentum was as vast as the sun, and he pushed back the Divine-Blooded Ming King, leaving all the saints dumbfounded and doubting himself.
A moment ago, the Divine Blood King Ming was still oppressing the world, staring at Hong Yuan indifferently, showing the world the power of the Blood Demon Tree Clan, forcing all the saints to remain silent.
The next moment, the majestic face of the divine-blooded Ming King froze immediately, looking at Hong Yuan blankly with a look of astonishment on his face, his face full of disbelief.
Half a moment.
"Hmph, you're pretending to be a god!" The Divine-Blooded Ming King snorted coldly, holding the golden spear in his hand and slashing down at Hong Yuan.
The divine power is like the sea of hell, with turbulent waves and murderous intent.
Just the aftermath of the divine power killed nearly ten saints who were unable to escape, which was extremely terrifying.
"Black is yin, white is yang, yin and yang are reversed in one thought!" Hong Yuan threw the black and white paper fan.
With a roar, the majestic traces of the universe and the esophagus rolled out, causing the black and white paper fan to shine with a scorching glow, giving it an immortal charm.
At this moment, under the black and white divine light, every inch of Hong Yuan's body was flashing with Kunpeng's unique Dao patterns, which were enough to suppress the world and span eternity.
The black and white feather fan blessed by him turned into a black and white divine rainbow, pouring the divine blood towards the Ming Dynasty King.
This kind of power not only caused Cangming to collapse, but even the sky and the sky were shaken.
"How is that possible~"
Looking at the divine-blooded Ming King who was beaten so hard that no trace could be left, the saints were stunned.
Ruan He's body was even stiffer and his eyes were distracted.
He never would have thought that he would die at the hands of a casual cultivator named "Qiao".
…
quiet.
so quiet.
The wind is so calm.
Everything happened so suddenly.
At the same time, a greater doubt arose in the hearts of these saints.
"No big brother, you have such strength, why didn't you show it earlier? Who dares to stop you?"
However, no one dared to ask Hong Yuan like this.
No one even had the courage to approach him!
In fact, it was not that Hong Yuan wanted to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, but that the supernatural power of demon disintegration was a forbidden technique that consumed life span in exchange for combat power.
He would cast such a forbidden spell all the time when he was full? How is that possible?
Of course, good steel must be used on the blade.
[Name: Hong Yuan]
【Shouyuan:/】
【Qualification:99】
[Realm: Sixth Level]
【school:
Esophagus (Grand Master 62%), Tao of Taiyin (Grand Master 54%)
Sword Way (Grand Master 34%), Dream Way (Grand Master 30%),
...]
[Clone: Hanyue Jiao]
[Level: Level 7]
【talent:
The magical power of the realm of eternal silence, the magical power of swallowing the sky and the earth, the magical power of the disintegration of demons,
The magical power of a spark that sets a prairie fire on fire, the magical power of Han Yue's seal, the magical power of ten thousand heavy water,
...]
Hong Yuan glanced at the proficiency panel and roughly calculated that this outbreak cost about ten thousand years of life.
"Huh, I only spent so much lifespan, it's okay, okay." Hong Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.
In order to reach the eighth level quickly, these sacrifices are worth it.
What's more, if he takes one more bite of Kunpeng Daozang in the next step, he can make money back.
Hong Yuan moved, turned around slowly, and looked at the Immortal Palace in the distance.
Although this place was beaten to pieces and turned into nothingness, the Thunder Immortal Palace above the vast ocean is still hanging steadily in the air.
Around it, the floating chaotic black and yellow air became more powerful.
Hong Yuan couldn't help but take a few more glances.
After all, the chaotic black and yellow energy was born from the barrier between heaven and earth, and was a supreme power that could only be controlled by ninth-level beings. It was difficult for him not to imagine that he had it.
The sea of thunder surrounding the Immortal Palace is still violent. Mountain-like thunder still crashes down from the sky high in the sky and keeps shining. Although the emperor's power gradually fades, it is still terrifying, enough to stop any existence.
Hong Yuan's expression was normal.
He slowly activated Kunpeng's natal magical power "Swallowing the Sky and Devouring the Earth" and put on a mysterious robe for himself.
Just like that, Hong Yuan walked towards the Thunder Palace indifferently, leaving the saints with a majestic figure, which made them fall into endless reveries.
"Hiss~"
"What is the foundation of this, I still don't know anything about it!"
"He, he actually really went in!?" A family member said with horror.
Until this moment, the family members still did not want to believe that Hong Yuan was born as a "casual cultivator".
The hierarchy among all things in the world has been solidified for a long time.
A dragon begets a dragon, a phoenix begets a phoenix, and a mouse's son can make holes. This is the eternal truth!
They would rather believe that Hong Yuan is the lost bloodline of a certain imperial clan than they would never believe that Hong Yuan was of mediocre origin.
The world is cruel but real, and reality can never be beautiful~
Before Emperor Longyang was born, when the torrent of heaven and earth had not yet separated into layers.
In the world of martial arts, everything is solidified and stagnant...