Shuttle of the city

Ye Zichuan came here, stepped out, and directly exploded the main god's big hand.

The dominance's breath is 30,000 li, making countless lives feel tremendous pressure, and can't help but kneel down and worship.

The main god of the shot recognized Ye Zichuan at a glance, he came from an immortal civilization, and he had fought with Ye Zichuan in the secret realm.

Unexpectedly, now I ran into it again, and a hand was scrapped.

His palm healed quickly, and when he looked at Ye Zichuan, his eyes were gloomy and full of jealousy.

"It seems that the heads of the two main gods are still not enough to deter you!"

Ye Zichuan's eyes were as sharp as a sky sword, giving the main god a feeling of being cut apart.

"Retreat!"

Without any hesitation, he turned and left.

The powerful immortal civilizations on the battlefield were not staying either, and quickly disappeared from here.

The speed of the main god was very fast, and he escaped thousands of miles in the blink of an eye.

Ye Zichuan also started at the same time, hitting a blow across an endless distance.

boom!

There was a roar from thousands of miles away, and the void collapsed directly. The main god half of his body exploded, and the sky was full of blood and rain. It was knocked out like a cannonball, smashing the peaks down several times, and then he was extremely embarrassed. Disappeared here.

Domination's blow has already seriously injured him.

"My Lord City Lord!"

The human monk came over to salute Ye Zichuan, his eyes were very excited.

It is their honor to be able to see this legendary human being with their own eyes.

Ye Zichuan founded Shanhaiguan, the city lord is his name, and many people call him that.

"You have worked hard."

With a wave of Ye Zichuan's sleeves, light and rain fell.

The injuries on everyone healed almost in the blink of an eye, and even the battle armor on their bodies became brand new, and their power increased by a big margin.

This is the method of dominance, turning decay into magic, even a piece of iron can be made into a powerful weapon.

Ye Zichuan came to the front of the great tripod and began to observe carefully.

The big tripod is indeed full of human breath, it is very ancient, as if flowing from ancient times, it is grand and vast.

Streams of mysterious yellow air flow, as if the long river of years is rolling, giving people a feeling of incomparable weight.

This is a square binaural tripod, one of the most widely spread tripods in Chinese history.

The other is a three-legged two-eared tripod, the tripod body is round.

One of the tripod ears of this tripod was gone, and a part was missing.

There are also various traces on the top of the tripod, like having experienced a tragic battle.

In addition, there are many ancient characters carved on the body, such as runes and Dao patterns, which are obscure and mysterious.

Only half of the tripod was exposed on the ground, and the rest was buried in the dust.

Ye Zichuan held Ding Er with one hand, and then violently lifted the Ding.

The weight of his hand surprised him, as if he had lifted a mountain.

The breath of Xuanhuang fell down, and the fog was covered with a cloud, like the breath of a big road.

Ding's whole body was exposed, and there were four Ding feet below, square and square, which seemed to have some ancient meaning.

At this time, Ye Zichuan seemed to smell something, and his brows were slightly raised.

"Do you smell anything?" he asked.

The human monks behind him looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time.

Ye Zichuan touched his chin. Is it his illusion?

He smelled it again, and this time it seemed that nothing was really there.

There was indeed an emperor's aura on this tripod, and the familiar coercion was only felt in Fuxi's body.

But obviously, this tripod does not belong to Fuxi.

In that case, another human emperor has appeared on the battlefield of mythology, but he doesn't know where he is now.

After studying for a while, Ye Zichuan put the tripod away.

"I'm leaving first, you are careful here, if there is any danger, you can send me a message at any time."

"Yes, my lord!"

Several human monks saluted respectfully.

Then Ye Zichuan disappeared here.

Their expressions could not conceal their excitement and excitement. It was a worthwhile trip for them to see this legendary existence.

After Ye Zichuan left there, he flew all the way to the depths of the mythical battlefield.

This was because the closer the tripod was to the depths, there was a kind of tremor, an inexplicable aura vibrating.

In that unknown place, something seemed to be calling this tripod.

After traveling hundreds of thousands of miles, he had to stop.

In front of him, the scenery changed drastically.

The wind howled, and it was a blood-red whirlwind, whizzing from east to west, making terrifying sounds, like countless ghosts howling.

This is one of the most terrifying places in the battlefield of mythology. It is called Scarlet Gangfeng. It is said that 80% of the people who entered it died in it.

There is chaos here. After entering it, you can't tell the direction, you can't fly, and even the main god will be lost.

This is one of the weirdest places in the battlefield of mythology, and only through here can you enter the deepest part of the battlefield.

The wind was stern, like countless knives blowing across the sky and the earth, blood-red air currents surging inside, like countless blood being swept by the wind and spilled everywhere.

Ye Zichuan raised his foot and walked inside, feeling like he had entered another world, and the surrounding scenery changed drastically.

With his eyesight, he couldn't see the front and rear left feet.

He obviously took a step forward, but he couldn't see what was behind him.

The strange changes make people feel uneasy.

But he is already the master, and this change is naturally impossible to change his color.

It was strange in the wind, the laws of heaven and earth disappeared, and they were imprisoned by a terrible force and could not be used.

This has become a "vacuum" zone, and there is nothing more than this kind of wind.

Dangdang!

The wind hit Ye Zichuan and made such a sound, as if countless weapons hit him.

Ye Zichuan didn't feel it, and his whole body was sparking, with no injuries at all.

The energy agitated all over his body, and the terrifying laws of space erupted, and he directly opened up a piece of pure land hundreds of meters around him, blocking all the wind and wind outside.

This is a shocking scene.

In the gang wind, the existence of all laws is erased, only this terrible hurricane that can threaten the Lord God.

But now, Ye Zichuan actually used the law of space to force the hurricane to retreat, just like everything else.

He began to teleport, as if returning to the time when he had just obtained the Godhead fragment, each teleportation was only a few hundred meters.

But this is fast enough, after all, even the main god will be lost here, and he can only move forward with his legs.

But after a few minutes of teleportation, Ye Zichuan suddenly stopped.

He stared firmly in front of him, a cold breath ran through his body.

A creature full of red hair stood in front of him, with sharp claws like hooks, a pair of vicious and gloomy eyes, staring at him cruelly and ferociously.