Great Dao Ji

The blood energy is majestic, like a giant dragon soaring into the abyss, and the sound waves are vast, like clouds hanging from the sky, boundless. The moment the sound rises, it seems to have spread thousands of miles, but suddenly, the whole Dashi Mountain, tens of thousands of miles away, buzzes and shakes.

Countless piles of snow stand in the sky for it, like thousands of white dragons dancing wildly in the sky.

Inside and outside Dashi Mountain, no matter humans or animals, no matter what their level of cultivation, they all feel the buzzing in their minds. The sound does not seem to be ringing in their ears, but is exploding in their hearts.

They couldn't help but look at each other in shock.

"Zhenlong Pass Feng Xinglie?! According to legend, the senior brother of the champion was the one who got the true inheritance of the Overlord?"

"Seeking to see King Yuanyang? Has Feng Xinglie broken through that level?! No, there has never been a change in the sky, let alone a catastrophe."

"Challenge! This is a challenge! After a thousand years, someone is finally going to challenge King Yuanyang?!"

After the shock, what followed was a boiling sky, a heat wave surged into the sky in the Dashi Mountains, and countless masters stepped out of the retreat.

For a moment, the divine light was so powerful that it reflected across the mountains.

Someone looked from the top of the mountain and could already see a figure standing in the distance like an ordinary pilgrim stepping into the sky.

"He hasn't broken through yet! Is he trying to break through that bottleneck with the help of King Yuanyang's pressure this time?"

Fang Yingqiu stared into the distance and her pupils shrank.

Even if the world changes, it is not easy to become a marquis. There are people who have achieved the title of marquis in Dashi Mountain, but unfortunately it is not him.

Compared to a thousand years ago, he was already older. He had been alive for two thousand years before the heavenly change. Even with the life-extending elixir, he was nearing the end of his life.

But his eyesight was very good, and he did not feel the heavy oppression on Feng Xinglie's body that was as vast and as vast as King Yuanyang's.

"The future life is terrible."

Two figures, one tall and one short, then landed on the top of the mountain. The two old feudal men stared into the distance, both feeling something in their hearts.

Their cultivation is higher and they can perceive deeper.

That Feng Xinglie must have come well-prepared, and the momentum around him could not be condensed by temporary will, but must have been accumulated over hundreds of years.

The two of them were impressed by his talent, and even more by his amazing courage.

Naturally, the two of them did not have the courage to challenge King Yuanyang as a feudal lord, who could be suppressed by heaven and earth.

Otherwise, he would not have faked his death to avoid disaster and hid in the cave of the Golden Bell of Dashu.

"Senior brother's spirit is indeed better than mine."

Somewhere on a barren mountain, Qu Yun sat cross-legged, staring at the wind that was rising in front of Dashi Mountain, sighing slightly.

At the end of ancient times, the Overlord spread his law across the world and set up checkpoints in various continents to suppress monsters and dragons, frightening all races.

Naturally, they can all be regarded as disciples of the Overlord Sect.

"Your senior brother is much more domineering than you."

Chu Yunyang leaned against an old tree and stroked his cheek with one hand. There was a deep knife mark there:

"This knife almost cut off my head."

Zhao Zhen stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, his expression moved slightly, as if he had something to say: "After the heavenly change, one day's cultivation is better than several days in the past. We have been promoted for hundreds of years, no less than we have been trapped for three thousand years."

I also had the intention to go to Dashi Mountain, but in the end I didn’t have the courage of Brother Feng Dao.”

"What's the use of having empty courage?"

Chu Yunyang shook his head: "Before the absolute gap, no amount of courage will help! No one has dared to challenge King Yuanyang for a thousand years. Is it because all monks in the world are afraid of death?

It’s just that the world is ahead and the future is bright, so I don’t want to be like this! "

"Wouldn't that be even more amazing?"

Zhao Zhen looked back and glanced at Chu Yunyang with a somewhat solemn expression: "If you have no way out, you can give it a try. Those who have a way out but still dare to give it a try are even more rare."

Chu Yunyang was slightly startled.

Phew~

Qu Yun had already stood up, and disappeared on the top of the mountain as the cold wind howled.

For thousands of years, Dashi Mountain has been watched by countless people.

Feng Xinglie never concealed his whereabouts along the way, and even invited many people to come and watch the battle, spreading the word to others.

At this time, there are definitely not a few experts gathered outside Dashi Mountain.

Either admiration, disdain, indifference, calmness, or anticipation. Thousands of eyes gathered, all looking at the approaching figure.

Everyone is waiting and watching.

I want to see if this young man with the most talent can really challenge King Yuanyang.

Before he could reach the bottom of the mountain, he was crushed to death by fingers falling from the sky.

Huhu~

In the extremely distant wind and snow, Xie Zhi stood up slowly, with demon blood still dripping on his palms. Under his body, a scarlet formation flashed and then disappeared.

"Lord Xuequan really has the ability to penetrate the heavens! Just as he expected, there are really a large number of masters gathered in Dashi Mountain. From a distance, there seem to be many auras coming!"

Zhukong looked at Dashi Mountain in the distance, his eyes shining with a strange light.

"It's still not fast enough."

The evil spirit sighed: "If I cultivate the Blood Sea Netherworld Path to perfection, there will be 80 billion blood gods that can activate it with just a thought, and any formation can be deployed at the snap of a finger."

The Netherworld Path of the Sea of ​​Blood comes from outside the sky, and its unpredictable power is not inferior to any imperial scriptures or holy laws in this world. It is even weirder, because there has never been such a magical inheritance in this world.

"There are many masters gathered here, but even if there are more blood gods, they are of no use."

Zhukong flicked his sleeves and scattered in the snow.

With the two people's cultivation, ordinary formations can be made into thousands at the snap of a finger, but this formation is different. It may seem simple, but it has a different time and space inside.

Even if there is a formation, it cannot be set up in a short time.

"There seem to be quite a few experts coming."

Xie Zhi took a deep look at the sky and disappeared in the wind and snow.

"Hmm? Who is spying on me?"

Yuan Duxiu, who was flying across the sky from a distance, felt something in his heart. He seemed to have noticed something and fell from the sky. He looked around and caught a strange breath.

"This breath seems to be something I have never seen before. Who is this person?"

Yuan Duxiu's eyes opened and closed. For some reason, he always felt a little frightened and uneasy.

But he scanned it with his divine sense, but found nothing.

He couldn't find the source of the breath at all.

"Run away? Or"

Yuan Duxiu whispered in his heart, his thoughts turned, and he looked at Qi Cang, but he had an idea in his mind.

People who practice believe in intuition the most. He has cultivated the method of deducing the secrets of heaven, and he believes in his own feelings even more. He must find out what makes him feel uneasy.

"You?"

Qi Cang's heart skipped a beat when he noticed Yuan Duxiu's look, and he felt something was wrong:

"What do you want to do?"

Yuan Duxiu's eyes flashed, and he said slowly: "Before the fate is unified, I need you to do something for me"

Huhu~

Endless snow rushed to the sky, but it didn't fall for a long time, as if it was held up by an invisible big hand, and the sky was white for a while.

Feng Xinglie walked on the ground slowly.

He didn't care how much attention he attracted, whether there would be ridicule or contempt, he didn't care, even if someone had ulterior motives, he didn't care at all.

All the spirit, all the attention, were concentrated in this world.

Tongtian, as the name suggests, is to break the gap between man and heaven, and the human body is combined with the vastness of heaven and earth.

In fact, from Wanfa to Tiangang, Dongtian to Guiyi, there are similar practices.

When people exist in heaven and earth, they cannot help but take heaven and earth as the object of imitation, just like the former Zhenxing Tianzun, who imitated the various races to open up the realm of true form.

Huhu~

Feeling the cold wind blowing, Feng Xinglie, who was extremely focused, gradually lost his mind. In a trance, he seemed to feel the veins of the land under his feet.

Felt the veins of heaven and earth.

Facing Dashi Mountain and the most invincible enemy in the world, the huge pressure at this moment made Feng Xinglie's mind concentrate to an unprecedented level.

For the first time, he grasped the opportunity to break through.

Tat!

Feng Xinglie stepped forward, neither hurried nor slow, as if in a trance.

But no one dared to stop him in the place he passed. Even many cultivators thousands of miles away felt the pressure in their hearts and could hardly breathe.

Hu~

Shadows fell in front of the mountain. Zhu Dahai stood up from the foot of the mountain and looked at the young man who was only eight feet tall but had an extremely powerful aura. He said in a muffled voice:

"You want to worship the mountain?"

His voice was huge, like thunder.

Feng Xinglie slowly raised his head after hearing this. His calm eyes moved slightly only when he felt the pure blood in the body of the burly giant in front of him:

"You want to stop me?"

Zhu Dahai shook his head: "The master invites you to enter the mountain."

Although he was dissatisfied with the little man in front of him, since the master had ordered him, he could only do it.

Feng Xinglie lowered his eyes:

"Lead the way."

Zhu Dahai glanced at Feng Xinglie, shook his head, and turned to go up the mountain.

Under the gaze of many people, Feng Xinglie stepped into Dashi Mountain. Zhu Dahai seemed to remember something and looked back and said:

"The master said that everyone who came today can enter the mountain, and no one can stop him!"

"Hmm?"

"Huh?"

"What is this, King Yuanyang..."

Hearing this, the onlookers were all shocked. It was not strange to say that King Yuanyang foresaw someone coming to pay homage to the mountain.

But it seems that letting everyone go in, this seems to be a waste of time.

The crowd had different thoughts, and someone had already stepped out of the air and landed in front of the mountain. It was Qu Yun.

He looked up at the endless Dashi Mountain, and without any hesitation, he stepped into it.

One person moved, and everyone moved.

A series of divine lights broke through the air, and after Qu Yun, they all went into the mountain.

"The third son of the Hegemony Imperial Court, Zhao Zhen of Dingyuan City"

Some people recognized the people among them and exclaimed.

The outside world was noisy, but the people who entered the mountain were all unaware. Looking at the mountain from outside, the fog was hazy, and they only thought it was a big formation, but once they entered the mountain, all the sounds disappeared.

In a trance, it was like entering another completely different world!

Everyone was a person who had achieved the unity of the world. At this moment, they looked at it, but they only felt that there was a white expanse in front of them, and they could not catch anything.

"Taihuangtian?"

Feng Xinglie's eyes moved slightly.

As soon as the thought came to mind, a bell sounded from the sky, mighty and melodious.

The bell sounded, and in a flash, the hazy and invisible "fog" in the mountains had dissipated.

In its place, there was a towering tower made of black and yellow, 36 stories high, like a pillar of heaven stretching across the front!

On it, three large characters composed of Taoist patterns flashed with rays of light:

Tower of Babel!

The third watch is over, good morning everyone.