History’s Number 1 Founder

The other side of the Golden Bridge turned into Changhong, across the sky, across the void, and fell on the vortex.

By the other side of the Jinqiao Town, the whirlpool suddenly became stagnant, and the magnificent pillars that rolled the weather were also lost.

After the whirlpool paused, it suddenly reversed and operated. The huge eddy current, which was originally vast, quickly recovered to a point, turning into a gleaming glimmer of light dust.

Between the heads of Zhu Yi and the flashing of the road, the glory went to the clear, the golden bridge on the other side seemed to be omnipresent, infinitely extended, and continued to pursue the glory.

Everything between the heavens and the earth is shining, and the two sides are chasing each other, and they are constantly entangled in the empty sea of ​​Linghai.

On the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the White Tiger Dasheng no longer crouched, staring at the streamer in the sky and shining: "Yi Zi has this cultivation, I already know that it is only this forest road cold, and today it is only to gain its true strength. It’s quite extraordinary.”

Yang Qing nodded. "This is still the case when his secluded **** light can't play a role for the second brother. In the face of the second brothers urging the other side of the Golden Bridge, they can still handle."

Being promoted by the imaginary imaginary to the extent that it is equivalent to the cultivation of its own end of the law, stimulating the glory of the gods, Lin Daohan, even if there is no sacred temple, the strength can also fight with the great demon of the end of the law, and even possible Win the battle.

Such strength is enough to make the world feel amazed.

Lin Feng looked at this scene, not only by the smile, the Xuanten Tianzong, the people of the realm of the realm in recent years, the most outstanding genius after the realization of the realm of the gods, but they all collided with Zhu Yi.

The former Zhu Hongwu’s bounded realm could be used to fight the robbery of the demon in the early days of the robbery. Today’s Lin Daohan can also. The result was met with Zhu Yi.

Lin Feng saw it. I can’t help but laugh at my heart: “Is this also a manifestation of the strong roads...”

Yang Qing stared at the air for a moment: "His creation of the gods can not play a role, long-term stalemate, after all, it is difficult to maintain the downwind, the second brother is not the opportunity to give opponents a chance to turn over."

He turned to look at Lin Feng: "relatively speaking, the third division is over there..."

Lin Feng smiled faintly: "Scorpio is fighting for him, not to mention a little confidence in your three brothers."

Yang Qing said: "The disciples naturally have confidence in the three divisions. It is just that the emperor has always been sinister and changeable. It is hard to prevent. But since the scorpio is also there, there should be no problem. After all, the emperor was seriously injured before you. ""

As he said, Yang Qing’s line of sight looked up, and the independent gray space of the other side: "Master, where is it..."

Lin Feng’s God of War smiled and said: “No problem.”

As I said, there are thousands of avenues of light between the heavens and the earth. The sudden and strange fusion turned into an extremely dazzling light belt, which straddles the world.

The avenue of the avenue violently shakes, disturbing the Quartet, and even Zhu Yi, Lin Daohan, Yue Hongyan, Sirius Dasheng, Monkey and Jinzizi are all in the process of fighting.

Because this light flow is different from the usual, it shows a clear color. Dark as ink.

In this dark stream of light. It is faintly visible that the light and shadow in the road rise and fall, turning into the image of all beings.

There are powerful dragons, 鲲鹏, 饕餮 and other big demon beasts, there are common humans, there are ordinary birds and beasts, flowers, birds and fish.

There are towering trees, low shrubs, grasslands, wetland moss.

A variety of life, images emerge from it, and then all fall into the dead and die in an instant. The ones left a bone and ridiculous.

However, this scene does not give people a feeling of eerie horror. Instead, it feels like this, and the heart is peaceful, just like watching the destiny of all beings, eternal peace.

Light and shadow reappeared. Later, even the mountains and rivers and sands that seemed to have no life, the wind and rain, seemed to have been given life, and then entered the state of "death" and eternal sleep.

Yang Qing’s eyes are condensed: “This is the world of Tianyuan, the way of death, the ultimate embodiment in the Linghai, and it is condensed into a physical appearance, then...”

His gaze turned to the other side, and he saw the light flow of the imaginary avenue undulating together. It was also a fusion of thousands of light streams, and it also turned into a magnificent light band, which also showed obvious milky white color.

In the light belt, there are heavy lights and shadows that appear constantly. Contrary to the scene in the black light belt, everything is full of vitality, recovery and growth, and new life is born.

Yang Qing’s breathing was slightly hurried, and his right hand was extended, and his palm spread out. There was a small sand pot that existed in the eye, but it seemed to be Yang Qing’s full strength to hold it in his palm.

He took a deep breath and his eyes returned to calmness. He stared at the front of the black and white. The two large bands of light kept fluctuating between the heavens and the earth: "This is the third brother and the Emperor really hand in hand."

Lin Feng smiled and smiled: "Scorpio has intercepted him from the periphery, and the small forest is blocked behind him. There is a chase after the road. He wants to leave this time. It is difficult."

If you can choose, the Emperor is naturally not interested in playing with Wang Lin in this spirit sea.

Although there seems to be a drastic change in the situation because of the crack in the Dead Sea, the Emperor, who had already been hit hard by Lin Feng, does not intend to continue to blend.

The situation is not lost for him, but it is completely out of plan. There is no need to take risks anymore.

Lin Feng himself is still in Linghai, even if he and Wang Lin have the upper hand, there is no benefit.

What's more, he was injured by Lin Feng, his strength was seriously damaged, and he was not suitable to continue fighting with others.

It was only Shi Tianqi, who was swimming in the periphery, but blocked him with the Great Heaven Wheel. When he said that he left the Minghai, in a sense, Shi Tianqi actually pursued him into Linghai all the way.

Was blocked by Shi Tianyi, a little delay, Wang Lin behind him has already caught up.

Shi Tianyi will unfold the blue sky and the sky, the town of the sky will be pressed, and the big heavens will be hung up, directly closing the space and time, blocking the way of the emperor.

Although his face was pale and his breath was weak, the Emperor was still calm. Seeing the void is closed. Not defeating Wang Lin, there is no breakout, so simply stop and stand in the air.

His eyes looked around and he became a vast expanse of blue sky. He didn't say much, and his sight finally fell on Wang Lin.

The youth looks indifferent. In the purple coat, the long white hair was scattered behind him, and his eyes were light.

The Emperor stared at Wang Lin and looked up and down a few times. He suddenly smiled: "The shores up to them, and the reincarnated disciples and grandchildren, seeing you as a nail in your eyes, is not without cause."

Wang Lin did not speak, but with him as the center, the heavens and the earth suddenly changed into a scene.

The blue sky of the blue sky. The moment between the moment turns into a dim yellow spring, and the black air dying to spread around the four sides. The Huangquan forgets the river and flows quietly. A bridge is set up on the top, leading to the dark royal palace, and the gate of the royal palace opens. One black and one white, one life and one death, two light wheels fly fast.

In the depths of the hall. A piece of stone that looks like a mirror is erected, reflecting a fascinating sight.

On top of these three living stones, there is still a light and shadow existence, looming, ambiguous, full of mysterious power of breath.

The Emperor’s gaze crossed the Huangquan Road, crossed the Forgotten River, crossed the bridge, crossed the Imperial Palace, and crossed the Sansheng Stone. Finally, it fell on the shadow of the group above the Sansheng Stone.

Seeing this group of light and shadow, the Emperor’s gaze was only slightly micro-microwave, and nodded slowly: "You have a good master."

He was leisurely, walked in the void, step by step, like a picnic, and walked into the world of nine secluded Huangquan, which was transformed by Wang Lin's mana.

For others, it is the world of Huangquan, where the emperor walks up, but he is as relaxed as he is.

A root claw protruding from the foundation of Huangquan Road originally caught the body of the Emperor, but halfway through it, they groaned.

The rushing, purifying all the waters of the world, Huangquan Zhenshui, to the front of the Emperor, was completely still, the whole river was forgotten, as if the glaciers were frozen.

The Emperor did not set foot on the still-forgotten river, but Shiran went up to the bridge, step by step, the Qingheiqiao was completely silent, and there was no reaction.

He went to the front of the Emperor's Palace, and the black and white streamers alternated between the eyes.

In the palace of the Emperor, there was a black and white light wheel that was spinning at a rapid speed. At this moment, the speed of rotation became slow, until it finally became stationary.

The Emperor passed through the hall and came to the Sansheng Stone. He took a look: "Is it mainly like a Taoist?"

He dyed his hands and then smashed it out, and a white radiance flew out, then quickly turned into color, which was gorgeous and colorful.

In this colorful glory, there are countless changes in light and shadow, revealing a thousand red and earthly changes of the world. Many carvings are faintly visible in the towns and villages, gathering and mourning, love and hate and hatred.

Thousands of red dust, thousands of causes and effects appear together, shrouded in the three living stones, temporarily blinding the power to calculate the cause and effect of the future.

If this is the third causal curse of the future star-studded glazed Buddha, the Emperor is hard to be so blinded, but the opponent is Wang Lin, and the result is different.

Even though Wang Lin’s three students are mysterious, they can still sort out the thousands of clues and thousands of causal clues, and they are not a one-off thing.

For their level of confrontation, countless changes are only in the blink of an eye, a little delay, now it is the past, and the future becomes the past.

Blinding the three raw stones, the Emperor looked up at the blurred light and shadow above, and his face was faintly revealing the color of thought.

At this moment, the Emperor’s heart fretting, regaining his gaze and looking at the Sansheng Stone.

There is a figure above the throne, dressed in a black robes, wearing a flat crown, like a nine secluded prince, facial features and Wang Lin born in general, but indifferent and majestic, indifferent to the people.

It seems that there is a bit of the appearance of the Emperor.

This made the Emperor see, and my heart was a little bit different.

He smiled and smiled: "Go down." In the voice of the voice, Wang Lin, wearing a crown on the throne, was unstable, as if to plant from above.

It looks a bit funny, as if it were a fake emperor on the stage, and it happened to be a true emperor.

However, after the gods and mana really contacted Wang Lin’s figure, the Emperor could not smile.

The Emperor’s Temple shook in this moment, and the two black and white lights that had already tended to stand still turned back! (To be continued.)