The myth of crossing the heavens

Yi Qingchen looked up.

I saw boundless ink clouds coming surging, among which were countless thunder dragons looming.

The catastrophe came the moment he went to the upper realm.

"Now is not the time to cross the catastrophe, first deal with the foreign troubles, and then arrange for others to cross the catastrophe."

Yi Qingchen thought to himself, the mighty primordial essence had already spread to every corner of the formation.

But in a moment, the mastery of the kung fu formation fell into his hands.

Sixteen pieces of magic weapons were integrated into the void, and the "Hutian Lingzang Great Formation" was laid out in conjunction with the formation.

Yi Qingchen's aura was completely covered up, turning into an ordinary mortal.

The robbery cloud in the sky lost its sense and gradually dissipated.

The 'experts' who hadn't left in the distance looked sideways, looking at the dissipated Jieyun in surprise.

Just now, the movement of Heavenly Tribulation was huge. They have all experienced Heavenly Tribulation, and they will not admit their mistakes.

But Tianjie gathered in a hurry but dissipated after a while, which is extremely weird!
Who in the end can hide the induction of the catastrophe?

They were even more afraid of Wanbao Pavilion, and speculated about the details of Wanbao Pavilion.

On the other side, the three fit monks were still resisting.

They have high cultivation bases, live a long time, and have many cards on their bodies.

One magic weapon was played one after another, resisting the fading of the five-color divine light.

But it doesn't stop there.

They couldn't spare the energy to escape when they were exhausted from dealing with the five-color divine light.

"it's time."

Wu Lei's avatar pretended to mutter, and 36 avatars cast mana at the same time.

The infinite spiritual power of the great formation was poured into 36 flying swords, and then fused into a flying sword condensed by five-color rays of light.

"disease!"

Wulei's avatar reached out a little, and the five-color flying sword flew away with a buzzing sound.

Break through the defense of the man in golden armor first, then cut open the spiritual realm of the wood master, and then cut open the body of the 'Huangliang Lingjun'.

Without any pause, the five-color flying sword carried the might of heaven and earth and was unstoppable.

The sword light turned upside down, and the sword turned his hands, and directly grabbed the three cultivators in front of Yi Qingchen.

"Taoist Tai Yi, you still dare to appear in front of me..."

The man in the golden armor was pleasantly surprised, and spit out a mouthful of golden blood without saying a word.

The blood was like a real dragon scaled down tens of millions of times, and flew straight towards Yi Qingchen with a reckless and ferocious aura.

Can't withstand the attack of the formation, can't you also beat your body?

Ziying and the masters of the Mu clan also knew that this was their last chance, so they resorted to the means of suppressing the bottom of the box one after another.

Ziying's whole body was illusory, and in a flash faster than electricity, she directly rushed towards Yi Qingchen's body.

The masters of the Mu family sacrificed their natal spirit cores and shot them directly at the back of Yi Qingchen's heart.

The three kinds of attacks were so powerful that they all tore through the defense of the formation.

"sucker Punch!"

Wu Lei's avatar raised his palm with a calm expression, and the five-color flying sword suddenly appeared in his palm.

A sword cut down, and the sword light flashed three times.

The blood dragon raised its corpse, Ziying fell to the ground, and the spirit core disappeared.

With another sword strike, the man in golden armor fell to the ground twitching with blood dripping all over his body, Ziying howled, and the Mu clan screamed.

Seeing that there is less intake and more output, the rhythm is about to fail.

Seeing this, the Mu clan master was horrified: "You are at the Mahayana stage..."

"I'm not a Mahayana period, it's just that the means are relatively strong."

Wu Lei's avatar kindly explained, and raised his hand again to break the bones and tendons hit by the Mu clan master.

The three masters all collapsed to the ground.

"It turns out that after the avatar is fused, it will be your real body. You are not in the Void Refining Stage at all..."

The man in the golden armor smiled bitterly: "Your cultivation level is enough to rule the spirit world, why do you want to pretend to be a junior to earn money from me?"

"Across the spiritual world..."

Wu Lei's clone shook his head and said: "No, your vision is too shallow! My current strength is comparable to that of ordinary Mahayanas. It seems that there are several or dozens of great clans in the spirit world. How can I beat it? It's better to keep a low profile and improve your strength."

The man in the golden armor vomited blood again, and the Shadow Clan and the Wood Clan were speechless.

Who the hell is okay to launch a group of Mahayanas to besiege you, who do you think you are?
Do you have Xuantian treasure at home?

Wu Lei's avatar asked: "Fellow Daoist, I will give you a way to survive. As long as you are willing to surrender to me, I will keep your life, how about it?"

Jin Jia's brain was overjoyed when he heard the words, and without hesitation, he tried his best to get up and kneel down: "The villain Long Huaizhen, the ancestor of the Long family of the true spirit family, did not know how offensive Zhang Shenwei was, and now he is willing to serve the Taoist priest as the master. Help the Taoist priest to subdue the family of true spirits, and only ask the Taoist priest to protect the inheritance of my Long family."

Wu Lei's avatar nodded: "Let go of your primordial spirit, I'm going to put a restraint on you."

Is this a promise?
Long Huai was really suspicious, but he didn't dare to ask the question, so he obediently let go of Yuanshen's defense.

Wu Lei's avatar pinched the magic formula, inducing the heaven and earth primordial spirit to imprint a golden brand on Long Huaizhen's dragon-shaped primordial spirit.

This is the "Suppressing God Seal" that he researched by combining the means of restraining the primordial spirit. Once it enters the primordial spirit, it will become one with the primordial spirit.

Unless the Yuanshen is completely destroyed and recast, it will never escape the control of the 'Suppressing God Seal'.

If Long Huai really had a different intention, Yi Qingchen would only need one thought to activate the 'Shen Shen Talisman', and Long Huai's true soul would collapse completely.

As for the Wood Clan and Shadow Clan...

Non-my family, its heart must be different.

In the situation where the clans in the spirit world are fighting so fiercely, it is too difficult for them to surrender.

Wu Lei's clone looked gentle: "Although the two fellow Taoists are of different races, Pindao doesn't have a narrow mind cage. As long as you are willing to surrender like Fellow Daoist Long, Pindao will also spare you from death."

"Pooh!"

The Shadow Clan spat and cursed: "You dog thief, grandpa will never betray your race, kill your heart!"

The Mu family fit together with their heads held high, their expressions full of disdain.

The human race, a weak race.

Human monks, the generation of ants.

Wu Lei's avatar smiled, and didn't talk nonsense with the two of them, and directly sacrificed the Wanhun Banner to take their primordial spirits into it.

The second cultivators of the Mu Clan and the Shadow Clan were frightened and cursed loudly.

The Wulei avatar turned a deaf ear and directly urged the Ten Thousand Souls to refine their primordial spirits, preparing to wait until their primordial spirits were seriously injured before using the 'Suppressing God Seal' to forcibly restrain them.

This is not a day's work.

The Wulei avatar chatted with Long Huaizhen about the current high-end power distribution of the human race, and found out the strength and power distribution of the True Spirit Family, and sent the latter to seek compensation from the True Spirit Family.

Long Huaizhen himself is not worth the loss of Wanbao Pavilion, so he must use resources to compensate.

If resources are not available, manpower will be used.

The war is over, and all that remains is the aftermath.

This battle was due to Yi Qingchen's advance planning, and the factories and treasure houses that lured the enemy were basically undamaged.

It's just that Wanbao Pavilion has been turned upside down for thousands of miles, and the environment is so bad that it can't be seen directly. It must be repaired as soon as possible.

In addition, Huangliang Lingjun and many guards were killed.

Huangliang Lingjun is the Yuan Cong hero of Wanbao Pavilion. He has contributed and made contributions to Wanbao Pavilion, and he can't die quietly.

Yi Qingchen issued pensions to Huangliang Lingjun and other dead monks, and opened suitable positions for their relatives.

In order to avoid the tragic situation of death and family members.

At the same time, it is also to buy people's hearts and let more people recognize Wanbao Pavilion.

After everything was dealt with, he arranged for manpower to repair the Wanbao Pavilion resident.

This is the big project.