Xuanhuan: Unparalleled Prince, Conquer the Heavens!

Chapter 867 The Birth of Tianjiao
The opening of the cemetery of gods and demons shocked the world.

A strong man who pushes across the ages, and a proud arrogance with Lingyun in his heart, raised their heads in unison.

The eyes of all beings were locked on the arrow.

And following the movement of the arrow, I saw the past, present, and future!
In the past, in the distant era of chaos, the sky and the earth were gray, and three thousand mighty gods and demons fought with each other. With every gesture, the sky was full of avenues, shattering the endless chaos.

Now, the heavens and myriad worlds are bustling with excitement, but they are abandoned by Dao, the immortal way has declined, and it has become an era without saints.

In the future, the world will change, the sea will change, the immortal way will prosper, the great way will come to the world, and the holy fate will turn into the sky, and the glory of the chaotic era will once again be reproduced.

The direction the arrow shoots represents hope.

Let countless living beings be shocked by it, look forward to it, and long for it!
Sanctified!

The heavens and worlds have been without saints for a long time.

The strongest is only the immortal warrior, not to mention the saint, even the quasi-sage.

The cemetery of gods and demons is the place where the world of the heavens is currently known to have the most likely chance of sanctification.

Whoever can obtain the inheritance of the 'Chaos God and Demon' has the hope of breaking the shackles of heaven and earth, breaking through the quasi-sage, and becoming an immortal Taoist.

boom!
When the arrow completely condensed by the power of Tao passed through the star vault of the ninth heaven, it exploded suddenly, and the terrible aftermath swept across, shattering the vastness of ancient and modern times, and splashing endless chaos.

After a few breaths, a space vortex stood in the chaos, connecting the unknown.

A miraculous scene appeared.

When beings from all the heavens and worlds look up at the space vortex, they see the same scene.

Looking from the ninth heaven, the space vortex is as long as [-] miles.

But standing in the seventh heaven and looking from a distance, the space vortex is still as long as one hundred thousand miles.

As in front of your eyes!

Ignoring time and space, erasing distance!
"The way of the arrow!"

"The opportunity once in billions of years has opened again!"

"Who can obtain the 'God and Demon Inheritance' and break the shackles?"

"It's a pity! It's disgusting! Why did I miss the opportunity when I was born 1 years earlier?"

"Unfair! Unfair! Why are only the top [-] forces eligible to enter the 'Graveyard of Gods and Demons'?"

The Great Thousand World boiled, countless eyes locked on the space vortex, with different expressions, except for a few creatures who were excited, most of the creatures were full of unwillingness.

But no matter how unwilling, what can I do?

In the heavens and myriad worlds where strength is paramount, without strength, one does not even have the qualifications to enter the 'Graveyard of Gods and Demons'.

As for resistance?

joke!

The allocation of places in the 'Graveyard of Gods and Demons' has been approved by the top [-] forces in the power rankings of the heavens and the world. Who can change the decision of a thousand forces?

Unless the Taoist saint comes to the world!

The weaker forces, or the stronger casual cultivators, can only watch the top [-] forces compete for the 'Graveyard of Gods and Demons'!
Hall of Ten Thousand Races!
"Is it finally turned on?"

"Father, don't worry, I will definitely kill Qin Wudao on this trip to the 'Graveyard of Gods and Demons' to relieve our family's worries!"

In the Hall of the Young Emperor, Emperor Tianwu opened his eyes, and shot out two golden lights, piercing through the void, turning into a sea of ​​flames, burning everything.

Above his head, the air of chaos permeated, and there were two paths entrenched.

One is the way of fire.

It is an intermediate rule.

It has only been more than thirty years since he was born, and he has comprehended the principles of the intermediate level. In addition to the horror of the talent of the Chaos God and Demon, it is also related to his body being the Golden Crow.

The three-legged Golden Crow, born in the sun, is naturally close to the power of the fire element.

But the other way is not the way of Zhiyang, nor the way of demons, nor the way of emperors.

It is a law of the devil.

A Tao that has nothing to do with his body and identity.

Moreover, this Dao of Demon is still a high-level Dao, with surging demonic energy, completely suppressing the Dao of Fire.

"Advanced Taoism, the younger generation, who can compete with it?"

Emperor Tianwu muttered to himself, showing a bright smile.

In the golden eyes, a piece of black lotus appeared, inadvertently, revealing the original magic power, destroying the world.

He is the three-legged Golden Crow, the son of the demon clan emperor.

Logically speaking, it is impossible to practice the law of demons that can only be practiced by demons or demon monks.

There must be a problem here.

But Emperor Wu ignored it and enjoyed it.

Faintly, he practiced the way of the devil as the first way.

The Ninth Heaven!

In the southern demon state, there is a fairy city hanging from the sky.

This fairy city is huge, reaching thousands of miles high and boundless, with no end in sight. It is like a world, exuding an ancient and vicissitudes of life.

On the huge city gate, there is a plaque.

There is a strong man with unparalleled swordsmanship, who drives the power of Dao, uses the sword as a pen, and writes the word "Holy City".

Every stroke, every painting reveals the unparalleled sword intent, stirring up the world.

"The cemetery of gods and demons, my son is here!"

"The arrogance of all the heavens and all races and the human race, accept the challenge of this holy son!"

Inside the city cave, a team of thousands of people walked out.

The leader of the team was a young man in a golden robe, with blond hair hanging down his shoulders, his hands on his shoulders, and his eyes were like gods.

Behind him, nine hundred and ninety-nine boys and girls lined up, armed with fairy soldiers, wearing fairy armor, with their heads raised, looking at people with their nostrils, as if they looked down on anyone in the world.

However, their cultivation is indeed qualified to stand out from the crowd, and they have all reached above the Golden Immortal Realm.

They are the Tianjiao of the Holy Race, a group of people who are confident to the bone.

at the same time.

On the ground of Yaozhou in the south, in a certain towering mountain and river, many simple stone temples were built, just like ordinary villages.

The village is very ordinary.

But the creatures living in the village are not ordinary.

Village gate.

Nine hundred young Tianjiao gathered.

They are not like the saints, they are full of celestial light, only wearing a commoner coat, and the only treasure they can get is the black stick in their hands, which is from the hands of a master, and they are all immortal weapons above the seventh level.

"Go!"

"Play the prestige of the Zhan clan!"

An old man with white hair, bulging muscles and a tail said kindly.

"war!"

Nine hundred teenagers roared loudly, their fighting spirit soared, covering the sky and covering the earth, turning into a melting pot of heaven and earth, trying to melt the sky and the earth.

Meizu!

All heavens and ten thousand realms rank one thousand races.

The psychedelic world located in the seventh heaven is good at using illusion.

"Submit?"

"Still dead?"

In the ancestral land of the ethnic group, the palace collapsed, dripping with blood, and tens of thousands of Meizu clansmen fell to the ground, wailing continuously and dying.

It is not difficult to see that there has just been a big battle here.

In the middle of the sky, a figure wearing a black robe, haunted by demonic aura, and noble temperament stood tall, and said indifferently.

Behind him, stood a hundred guards, wearing black helmets and black masks, from the same organization, with powerful cultivation bases, the lowest of which reached the Luotian Heavenly Realm. There were also ten immortal kings and one immortal king. Emperor strong.

Hundreds of terrifying auras pressed towards the ground, making the Meizu patriarch's face pale and terrified.

(End of this chapter)