Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 2227 Mythical catastrophe, phantoms of the gods!
On the top of Zhantian Mountain, the atmosphere was a bit dignified.

The bright bamboos are shining brightly, and the crystal light and rain are like dots of fire, converging on Su Qinian. Su Qinian takes a look at the bright bamboos all over the mountain. Through these floating sparks, he seems to see the former A heavenly palace as bright as the sun.

"Whether it's a temptation or a divine catastrophe, I've been ready since the day the God conceived and established the Dao, and I'll spend my whole life to meet it all. If I don't die, I want the fireworks in this world to last forever, and I want the false gods of the heavens to sleep and eat." Uneasy."

Su Qinian smiled, with a light tone, but in his eyes, it seemed that two clusters of sparks exploded, with the potential to scour the sky.

God Lord Zhenyuan and God Lord Tianmo looked at each other, neither of them said anything, but they knew very well that the next Heavenly Court, and even the entire Heavenly Realm, might not be peaceful. This era may usher in an unprecedented upheaval.

Xu Shi was stirred up by his heart, Su Qinian raised his head suddenly: "It's coming."

Gui Zhouyue and the others suddenly showed solemn expressions, and their eyes were extremely bright, especially Jiming, he was still far behind compared to Gui Zhouyue and the others, but being able to witness a mythical catastrophe would be very important for him in the future. Fighting in the arena of the children of the gods will have inestimable benefits.

"Mythical Tribulation, I haven't seen it for a long time."

God Lord Tianmo praised, although the catastrophe has not really come, but the sky above Zhantian Mountain has become gloomy, with an extremely depressing atmosphere, covering the entire Tianshan Mountain.

In the four directions of Zhantian Mountain, on each of the Tianshan Mountains, a large amount of battle blood was revived. It was the heavenly soldiers and generals of the heavenly courts, and even the blood descendants of the nine great gods. , They had been prepared for a long time, but they didn't get too close, because even if the mythical catastrophe was not as good as the ninety-nine catastrophes promoted by the Supreme God Lord, it was usually not a little bit worse.

"This momentum seems a bit loud."

Ji Zhenyu raised his head, a little stunned. Although the mythical catastrophe has not yet formed, the entire Tianzhan Mountain has been shrouded in the aura of the calamity. How big is a Tianshan Mountain? The strongest catastrophe recorded in the mythical secret history may only affect such a large category.

Thinking that the six layers of Shenzang Great Aperture and the Mythological Realm are the same as the two layers of Mythology being broken, it is reasonable to have such momentum. Under the coercion, retreated to the outside of Zhantian Mountain, and entered the catastrophe of a young myth. Unless he was sure to break up the catastrophe, it would be no different from seeking death.

Deep in heaven.

This is a barren sword mound, with broken swords everywhere, some with only half hilts left, thrown here in a disorderly manner, looking around, it looks like a sea of ​​swords, but lacks the sharp edge, lifeless, only The vitality of the vicissitudes of time is so thick here that it seems to tell the world that there is more than a period of turbulent years buried here.

At this moment, in a pile of broken swords, a young man in a white robe with a slightly sloppy white robe got up drunkenly, holding a stone pot. He didn't seem to wake up, and murmured: "This weather is strong enough!"

There is also a quiet spring pool. A young monk in a bright yellow robe props his head with one hand in the shape of a sleeping arhat, lying on the surface of the pool. The spiritual light is heavy and heavy, like a nine-color rainbow, rippling on this spring pool like a tide, washing on the shore, arousing a low and melodious Sanskrit singing.

At a certain moment, the little monk's ears moved, and one sleepy eye half-opened, as if looking into the distance, and then closed again quickly. He smashed his mouth, and there were crystal bubbles in his nostrils.

Fighting on the top of Tianshan Mountain.

Su Qi stood tall and looked at the mythical catastrophes that were constantly accumulating above his head. In the dense black clouds, it seemed that there were creatures living on them. Amid the flashes of thunder, there was a dull roar, which sounded directly in his ancestral orifice. , before the catastrophe even started, it began to deter and shake his spiritual will.

As early as in the long river of time and space before, he had a premonition in the dark that his own mythical catastrophe was probably unusual, and with the gathering of the supreme gods of all clans, he did not rush to cross the catastrophe to be on the safe side. Now it seems that Indeed, even if he is as strong as he is now, he still faintly feels like a thorn on his back. It is the breath of doom that has locked him, even if he moves the heavens again, it is impossible to delay it any longer.

Gradually, chaotic rain floated up from the dense black clouds of Heavenly Tribulation, and the gray chaotic matter turned into rainwater and fell on the top of Zhantian Mountain, hitting the mountain with countless egg-sized potholes, and there was an endless series of metal vibrating sounds.

That is to say, in the heavenly court, if it is outside the Nantianmen, the outer sky will be pierced. This chaotic rain is enough to rival the sharpest heavenly sword. Su Qinian stands still, letting the pouring rain fall on him, Like a piece of eternal sky iron, sparks splashed everywhere, leaving not even a trace of scratches on the body.

Boom!

The next moment, there was no sign at all, and there were patches of thunder and lightning, each of which was as thick as a mountain and densely packed, like a sea of ​​thunder, submerging the entire Zhantian Mountain.

terrible!

Even many god-level powerhouses were startled, and their faces turned pale. These lightnings are filled with chaotic energy, as white as snow. They are lightning fires that have been condensed to the extreme. Generally speaking, only those who are proficient in lightning techniques The Supreme God Lord was able to condense it out, and a single hair the size of a hair is enough to split the mountains of the heavens, burn through the void, and evaporate a section of the Yang River in the Heaven Realm. The Supreme God Lord generally does not want to be contaminated.

This is not a mythical catastrophe, it seems to be hostile, and it is a lore when it comes up.

hold head high!
Immediately, the torrential and boundless sound of the dragon's chant forcefully tore a gap in the chaotic thunder and fire that was enough to make the Supreme Lord's face change. There was a dazzling fist light, as if echoing the bright bamboos all over the mountains and plains, a round of red golden sky As the sun rises, Su Qinian's original fist prints become more and more magnificent, and after several times of imitating the charm of the true gods and heavenly skills, in the eyes of Gui Zhouyue and others, Su Qinian's original fist seals have become supernatural. Compared with half a year ago, There is no doubt that there have been earth-shaking changes.

It's not that this one is too strong, but that they failed to keep up with his progress. At this moment, Gui Zhouyue and the others couldn't help but start to reflect on themselves, whether these years have been too comfortable, lacking the tempering of suffering and difficulties in the lower realm, The full potential has not been fully forced.

The Supreme Eternal Battle Blood revived, and in the chaotic thunder waterfall, Su Qinian waved the original fist seal, his arms stretched, hooked the flesh and the heavens, and fully bloomed his Dao and Dharma. In this thunder waterfall, the light of fist exploded like a round of sky sun, sinking into the mythical catastrophe, the dense black cloud suddenly seemed to be torn apart by a dragon's teeth.

Not only that, Su Qinian stepped into the void, filled with supreme aura, he was like a young God of War, he did not wait for the doom to come, but climbed into the sky, he wanted to break into the mythical catastrophe.

Woo!
As if a hellish wind was blowing down, a ray of black knife light was like a full moon, splitting down from the mythical catastrophe, and tore apart a corner of the most powerful mythical catastrophe. Outside the Tianshan Mountain, Tianmo and Zhenyuan two The Great Supreme God Lord was shocked, and then two supreme air mechanisms rose like a sky curtain, especially the Heavenly Mill God Lord, two ancient stone mills floated out of his eyes, ups and downs among the heavenly mountains, separating the many strong forces in the heavenly court. Or even the eyes of the blood of the gods.

Gui Zhouyue and the others seemed to be stunned, and stood there blankly. The sudden scene in front of them was beyond their previous cognition. There was no such record in the mythology and secret history, and more importantly... Is there a way out!
clang!
Su Qinian waved the original fist seal and shattered the falling full moon knife light, and he himself also took half a step back, failing to break into the mythical catastrophe in the first place, he glanced at the shallow white marks on the front of the fist , surrounded by the supreme source of death that has never been seen before, so pure that it looks like... the god of death has descended.

Then, looking at the corner of Tianjie split by the light of the knife, it was as strong as Su Qinian, and he couldn't help but gasp.

He saw a majestic sacred mountain, very much like the one he saw when he sneaked into the kingdom of the gods. At this moment, on this majestic sacred mountain, there are phantoms of gods living on it, one after another, just like the gods from ancient times. Gathering, a sacred aura that is more majestic than Tianhai, purer and more flawless than the Yanghe River in the sky, seems to engulf the entire heavens and fall towards him.

"Mountain of the gods, phantom of the gods!"

God Lord Zhenyuan took a deep breath, even he was a little uncertain about the existence of the elephant who had already been born as a conferred god. In the mythical catastrophe, how could there be such a catastrophe? Even the mountains of the gods and the phantoms of the gods are reflected , Is this determined not to want this man to survive the mythical catastrophe, and to return him to his original form, or even obliterate him on the spot?
"It's not a new god, it's an image of an ancient god!"

God Lord Tianmo stared at the robbery cloud, outside Zhantian Mountain, there was the sound of the river of fate rushing, and the two heavenly mills were turning, no matter how tickled everyone was, they couldn't perceive everything on Zhantian Mountain. The Lord Grinding God forcibly cut off his entanglement with the fate of this world with his mighty power.

Because it involved too much, it would be fine if we couldn't get through, but if we did, I'm afraid the gods would really end up in person.

On Zhutian Mountain, many people looked at each other in blank dismay at this moment, especially some old god masters, and even the master of Tianshan Mountain had recovered. They knew the meaning of Tianmo God Lord in the heavenly court. Even the traces of fate have to be erased to prevent being caught by ghosts and snake gods who are spying outside the heaven.

At this moment, outside Zhantian Mountain, Gui Zhouyue and the others managed to come back to their senses, because they really didn't dare to miss any changes in the calamity, but why did the mountains of gods and phantoms of gods appear, could it be related to the kingdom of gods in the lower realm?How to survive this mythical catastrophe?Just staring, I feel boundless despair.

(End of this chapter)