Great Heaven Sovereign

Zhongzhou gradually subsided, but the heart of the whole continent was ignited.

Holy land, war!

These two words gradually spread among ordinary practitioners.

But all this has nothing to do with Yang Fan.

Three days have passed since the mirage disappeared and the sky opened.

In three days, the battle of Yang Fan was brewing and canonized.

The first person in 600 years!

Sweep the Holy Land and force the town of Tianjiao!

All kinds of glory fell directly on Yang Fan's head.

As for the human Shura, and the name of a madman, they have long disappeared.

Yang Fan became a God and a hero of the whole Wutian continent. Even Zhongzhou has supported it, and Taizu directly granted the invincible marquis.

Everything has shown that Yang Fan is now at the height of the sun and no one in Zhongzhou can beat him.

If anyone dares to say that Yang Fan is not at this time, he must be looking for his own death.

Even the eastern continent has undergone great changes in these two days, including the imperial court, which directly sealed a large number of awards.

There are also some families in other continents who have shown their kindness one after another.

It can be said that the cultivation level of the eastern continent has been directly improved by several levels, which has leveled the whole world.

In particular, some of the original geniuses, in these two days, seem to feel that they have closed their doors and broken through one after another, and some have even broken through to the Stargate.

At this time, the sky is on the road.

Hou Baizhan's figure is almost empty.

Beside him, Jiang Taizu was calm and closed his eyes. On the other side is the Buddha's recitation, quietly reciting scriptures.

"I can feel that Tianlu has almost collapsed. I don't know if Yang fan can succeed?" Hou Baizhan said.

"If he succeeds, the east continent may still have a glimmer of life. If he fails, we can only fight." Jiang Taizu suddenly opened his eyes and the light of killing and cutting flashed in his eyes.

"Time is still too hasty, and our preparation is still not enough!" Hou Baizhan sighed.

"It's meaningless. For 600 years, if we don't break out again, we can only die in silence. Moreover, I have a hunch that the real war will start." Jiang Taizu said.

His tone was flat and there was no big fluctuation. It seemed that such a result had been foreseen by him countless times.

However, it is not surprising that as the emperor's great ancestor, he has a layout of 600 years. It is strange if he has not envisaged the outbreak of war.

Hou Baizhan was silent.

Silently, he looked at the Buddha.

The Buddha is still indifferent, as if he didn't hear anything. But at this time, his voice stopped and stopped talking.

"Buddha, what do you think?" Hou Baizhan asked.

"What do you think? I don't want to see it. I've done what I should have done in those years. Now I'm dying to delay the outbreak of war. I want to be the first person!" The Buddha said.

He is still dignified, but at the moment, Vajra turns angry and Bodhi's heart is stained with blood.

An indescribable momentum emanated from him.

In this will, there is not a simple intention to kill, but a madness of destruction.

It's like the Buddha's anger will destroy the common people.

Jiang Taizu pondered slightly, looking at the breath shown by the Buddha at the moment, and didn't respond.

So is Hou Baizhan.

Because they all know too well what happened in World War I that year.

Because in those years, the Buddha pushed the way of heaven, almost cutting off the connection between the divine land and other races, and returning the Wutian continent to permanent peace. However, because of the treachery of the people in the divine land, they united with other nationalities and drove the Buddha out of this world.

So is Hou Baizhan!

It can be said that it was their closest success.

So how can the Buddha not hate in his heart!

"Me too. I'll hold my breath now and wait for the war to open and cut a sword. The rest is up to you." Hou Baizhan said.

Jiang Taizu was silent.

He knew how terrible the dark time that happened to them was, and how much pain and reluctance they suffered in that war.

"OK, I'll arrange it as soon as possible. Wait another day for this boy. If he doesn't come back, I'll go to war!" Jiang Taizu gave a deep voice.

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On the road of heaven, Yang Fan is exhausted at the moment. He is really evil and unyielding. Even if he is disrespectful to heaven, he finally declares his heart.

The demon king has long been about to collapse, and the demon palace has been cracked and will turn into nothingness at any time.

But fortunately, Yang Fan finally came to an end.

At one moment, Yang Fan raised his head.

There is no emotional color in the dark eyes.

"I know you don't want to tolerate this power, but you can tolerate it if you don't want to. Because this is my way! If you don't allow him, you don't allow me!"

Yang Fan grinned with a ferocious expression.

Seems to be announcing his position.

In the void, the rolling heavenly power was suddenly silent.

Then came a force.

It seems to be a kind of feedback to Yang Fan.

Soon, the breath on Yang Fan recovered and the true evil intention was eliminated.

As for the demon king, he also recovered quickly, and the demon palace was recast again. Endless thunder twinkled and wrapped, and the magic smoke rippled. When you look at it, you shudder.

Yang Fan gradually recovers Qingming.

This layer is too difficult.

The existence of the devil's palace and the devil's king is also a little special. It was targeted when the devil's intention was ignited and the devil's palace was forged, and it is the same now.

But fortunately, Yang Fan came through.

Even if heaven and earth are incompatible, because this is Yang Fan's way, he chose the default.

No tolerance!

Yang Fan took a deep breath and walked through this layer. Yang Fan was even more firm in his heart. For this day, there is no previous panic.

At the next moment, Yang Fan directly started the zhenhun hall to summon the figure of the ghost emperor.

On the next floor, he will use this power to walk through.

As soon as he read it, Yang Fan didn't stop, one step through the void and entered the 94th floor.

But what Yang Fan didn't expect is that this layer is not as terrible as Yang Fan thought before. It seems that the will behind Tianwei is also deliberately showing kindness. Although there is coercion, it is much more gentle.

And just right, it can not only harden the power of the ghost emperor, but also not oppress Yang Fan.

Soon, Yang Fan came to the end, and the ghost emperor went to the extreme and entered the edge of breakthrough. Yang Fan's yellow spring and sea awareness also seem to be mixed with some force, which is more secluded, colder and more exciting.

But Yang Fan didn't care. He started the Buddha sea, summoned Buddha Tibet and entered the 95th floor.

On the 96th floor, Yang Fan opened the way with the intention of war and walked all the way.

On the 97th floor, Yang Fan led the way with an unparalleled long gun to the end.

On the 98th floor, Yang Fan's invincible intention showed. He broke through two layers in a row. His invincible intention swelled and almost couldn't be suppressed. He broke through to another level.

At this time, Yang Fan finally reached the peak of Tianlu.

Just Yang Fan stopped.

Yang Fan recalled this journey.

At this point, all the power he can exert has been exerted. That's why he stopped, because he didn't know how to take this last step.

He is powerless to do it.

But also at this time, there was a burst of cracking sound behind Yang Fan.

Turning around, I saw that the sky ladders had begun to collapse.

In an instant, Yang Fan's heart sank.

Now... He has no better choice. He must go up.

As soon as the thought moved, Yang Fan's figure disappeared and entered the last layer.

When Yang Fan took this step, Tianzhu Mountain, the pole of the western regions, was located in the outside world.

A figure suddenly rose into the sky.

"The sky is falling, the seal is broken! The war is coming!"

Southern Xinjiang, deep in the ancient battlefield.

"This life is the end of a thousand year war." A voice came from the dark abyss.

Then the voice changed: "war!"

Southern continent, in the void.

A floating heaven and earth suddenly came slowly, and a figure stood at the peak: "the ancestors of the Wushen imperial dynasty have fought, and the heroes are immortal. Today, can you dare to declare war on the divine land?"

A young figure looked at him.

"War! War! War!"

The young man chuckled, "I knew you wouldn't counselle, so... Go to war!"