The myth of crossing the heavens

The seven-color glow connects to the sky, creating endless scenes.

Like mountains and rivers, like rivers, like the sun and the moon, like the sea of ​​stars...

Yi Qingchen walked out from the gate of time and space, and what he saw was this gorgeous scene.

Immortal light filled the air, and Dao sounds burst out.

Yi Qingchen frowned, feeling that the Dao of Heaven and Earth is quite different from the mortal world.

"The Dao of Heaven in this world is thick and thick, and the composition of the Dao is quite different from that in the Realm of Immortals, and the constraints on practitioners are even greater."

Yi Qingchen keenly found that some of the avenues were abnormal, and seemed extremely weak compared to other avenues.

He waved his hand lightly, and a large piece of space was shattered.

The power of Taoism and magical powers is stronger than that of the real fairy world.

Strange!

Yi Qingchen comprehends the avenue of the new world, and carefully sorts out the differences between it and the avenue of the real fairy world.

But I saw a few figures running towards him not far away.

There are strange Dao patterns arranged here, which can confuse the space and prohibit flying.

Their cultivation base is insufficient, unable to break through the forbidden flight.

Not far away from them, a few furtive figures loomed.

It seems to be hunting a few people.

With Yi Qingchen's cultivation base, he can see the figures of several people clearly, and he can even hear their words.

Ancient mines in the early days... Forbidden creatures...

A few simple words evoke Yi Qingchen's memory.

"Is this the world that shrouds the sky?"

Yi Qingchen was taken aback, and looked out with all his eyes.

The twisted and folded space of the ancient mine in the early days returned to its original state one after another, and several powerful but obscure auras lurked within ten thousand miles around, basically falling into a deep sleep.

The power hidden in those breaths is powerful, not weak.

Farther away, a series of powerful sleepy auras came into view.

The Chaos Avatar is a complete body, and the eyes have also evolved from the Chaos Dao, with the ability to see through everything.

Yi Qingchen looked further into the distance, his eyes had gone out of the vast planet, and looked at a more distant star field.

The vast universe and countless secret places are all in sight.

There are even several realms blocked by thick barriers looming, and radiant and bright figures faintly appear in them.

"Is this the enlightened one?"

Yi Qingchen withdrew his eyes and focused on the figure in the ancient mine in the early days.

With an acquired body, the roads are mixed, and you can't even tell the priority.

"I didn't practice the law of the Dao, but just imprinted the Dao on the body, and the physical body and the Dao went hand in hand, and cultivated into a powerful combat force."

Yi Qingchen thought to himself: "This kind of practice method is strange, but it seems that there are many flaws. After all, if you can't control the Dao, you are still a mortal. No matter how powerful you are, you will return to heaven and earth in the end."

Several figures sneakily appeared around, their cold eyes lingering on Yi Qingchen.

Yi Qingchen's eyes flashed, and the sneaky figure turned into dust and disappeared.

"Fellow Daoist He Fang, why did you come to me at the beginning?"

A divine consciousness suddenly protruded out, stirring in the ancient mine of Taichu.

Yi Qingchen stepped forward in one step, and came to the master of that spiritual consciousness.

"It's too easy to be poor, so I'm here to ask, dare I ask you, what's your name?"

The master of spiritual consciousness was sealed in the source of the gods, he was a middle-aged man with a majestic body, and his soul was like a real ancient dragon.

"I am the Dragon Emperor."

The majestic middle-aged man's eyes were like divine flames, and he said coldly: "The ancient mine in the early days is the place where we and other ancient clans sleep, and outsiders are not allowed to enter without permission. Fellow Daoists, please go back."

"Slumber?"

Yi Qingchen laughed, and directly reached out to grab Wanlonghuang.

Plain and indifferent, without the slightest breath of magic power.

But Wanlonghuang felt a fatal threat, as if the person in front of him was more terrifying than the perfect emperor.

"Bold!"

Wanlong Emperor's spiritual consciousness was turbulent, he broke through the source of God brazenly, and raised his fist to shake Yi Qingchen's grasp.

Thousands of voices sing together.

The Wanlong Emperor urges his cultivation base, triggers the blessings of various avenues, and his strength instantly climbs to the peak.

Terrifying fluctuations radiate in all directions.

The supreme masters of the ancient mine in the early days were the first to notice the emperor-level fluctuations, and they all woke up and looked at the Wanlong Emperor.

The emperor-level fluctuations were earth-shattering, and immediately attracted the attention of all the forbidden areas.

I don't know how many tyrannical thoughts fluctuate and criss-cross, exploring what happened.

"It's not the time, and the location is not seen. Why did the Wanlong Emperor suddenly riot?"

The wind and cloud gather, and the sky and the earth change color.

The sentient beings on the Big Dipper felt a great deal of terror.

Click!

Wanlonghuang's right arm was broken, and the blood spilled into the sky.

The Law of Myriad Dao is disordered and disintegrated by the invasion of a strange Dao.

Yi Qingchen revealed a look of disappointment: "This is the so-called Great Emperor Ancient Emperor?"

The battle strength of Wanlonghuang is amazing, even surpassing the Taoist ancestors of mortals and true immortals.

But when it comes to controlling the laws of the Dao, even Daozu is not as good.

It's more like driving Dao with cultivation rather than driving cultivation with Taoism.

In the eyes of others, the sound of ten thousand ways is terrifying, but in Yi Qingchen's eyes, there are almost flaws everywhere.

The so-called myriad ways are deep and shallow, chaotic and uneven, lacking a sense of structure, and even less of a sense of beauty.

Crash at a touch.

However, its attack was still fluctuating with Yi Qingchen's breath, and it failed to completely disintegrate.

"There are more avenues here, and they seem to be more tyrannical, some of which are beyond the scope of the three thousand avenues."

Yi Qingchen thought about it carefully, looking at Wanlonghuang, he felt a little bit of happiness in his eyes.

The Chaos Avatar is only a preliminary stage, so it should be possible to improve by smelting more avenues, right?
Wanlong Emperor was ashamed and angry, and said sharply: "Where are my soldiers..."

boom!
Wanlong's nest exploded, and a purple dragon rushed into the air, cutting through the space.

The next moment, Zilong appeared in the Taichu Ancient Mine and rushed towards Yi Qingchen.

The imperial prestige bloomed wantonly, suppressing nine heavens and ten places.

After all, the Wanlong Emperor slashed himself, and he is no longer an emperor. Only by holding an imperial soldier can he fully display his imperial prestige.

All the supreme beings who were sleeping in the ancient mine in the early days awakened and stared at the battlefield.

They are ready to call the imperial soldiers to support Wanlonghuang at any time.

Inside the forbidden zone of life is a group of losers who are unwilling to die. After many times of suppression by the emperor, they have developed the habit of hugging together to keep warm.

Otherwise, they would have been divided and broken by the emperor of the race, and they would have been wiped out one by one.

"Good come!"

Yi Qingchen didn't use the magic weapon, but stretched out two fingers to pinch Zilong.

His cultivation has improved too fast.

Especially after mastering the time avenue.

With endless time combined with the proficiency physique of the Xianwu panel, his strength skyrocketed.

As a result, the magic weapon can't keep up with the improvement speed of practice.

After cultivating into Chaos Realm, Yi Qingchen scattered his own magic weapons into the myriad worlds of mortals as resources for the latecomers. As for the new magic weapons, he has not yet refined them.

If there is no treasure comparable to the Qi of Chaos, the magic weapon refined is far inferior to his Chaos Avatar.

There is no need for refining.

Zilong raised his head and roared, shaking the starry sky, but was pinched by two fingers in the next moment.

Shenlong suddenly turned into a wilting dragon.

Wanlonghuang's heart sank, and his color changed drastically.

The gap is too big, even in his heyday he didn't have this kind of ability.

"Be merciful!"

Several sounds of breaking and shouting sounded in the ancient mine of Taichu, and one after another, extreme weapons were revived, and they gathered in the ancient mine of Taichu from all directions.

"Humans, you have done it before, and you can still stay stable now that you retreat, otherwise don't blame us for our ultimate sublimation and set off a dark turmoil again."

"Dark turmoil..."

Yi Qingchen was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and held Wanlonghuang in his hand.

"Feast!"

The true power of chaos poured into Wanlonghuang's body, stimulating the revival of the Dao in his body.

In a short while, Wanlonghuang's body bloomed with an extremely strong imperial power, and the tyrannical power fluctuations shook the four directions.

"Then go to death!"

The last volume, dystocia!
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