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 felt a buzzing in their minds. The sound did not seem to be ringing in their ears, but was 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 to be feared."
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 with admiration, or disdain, or indifference, or calmness, or with expectation... 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 slowly stood up, 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."
However, Xie Zhi sighed: "If I cultivate the Blood Sea Netherworld Dao 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 into the wind and snow.
"Huh? Who is spying on me?"
Yuan Duxiu, who was flying across the sky from further away, felt something in his heart. He fell from the sky as if he was aware of it, and looked around, catching the strange smell.
"This kind of aura seems to have never been seen before. Who is this person..."
Yuan Duxiu's eyes opened and closed, and for some reason, she always felt a little frightened and uneasy.
But when he scanned it with his spiritual thoughts, he found nothing.
The source of that aura could not be found at all.
"Run away? Or..."
Yuan Duxiu whispered in his heart, turned around and looked at Qi Cang, but he had an idea in his mind.
A practitioner trusts intuition the most. He has the method of deducing the secrets of heaven, and he trusts his own feelings even more. He must find out what makes him feel uneasy.
"you?"
Sensing Yuan Duxiu's eyes, Qi Cang's heart skipped a beat, and he felt something was wrong:
"what you up to?"
Yuan Duxiu's eyes flashed and he said slowly: "Before my destiny is unified, I still need you to do something for me..."
...
Huhu~
Endless snow towered into the sky, but it did not fall for a long time. It seemed as if it was being held up by a big invisible hand, and the sky was completely white for a while.
The wind was walking steadily on the earth.
He doesn't care how much attention he attracts. He doesn't care if someone ridicules or scorns him. Even if someone has evil intentions, he doesn't care at all.
All the energy and attention are concentrated in this world.
Tongtian, as the name suggests, is to break the gap between human and heaven, and merge the human body with the vastness of heaven and earth.
In fact, from Wanfa to Tiangang, Dongtian to Guiyi, there are similar practices.
When humans exist in the world, they cannot help but take heaven and earth as the objects of imitation, just like the former True Form Heavenly Lord, who followed the example of other clans to open up the realm of True Form.
Huhu~
Feeling the cold wind blowing by, Feng Xinglie, who was extremely focused, gradually lost his concentration. In a daze, he seemed to feel the veins of the earth beneath his feet.
Feel the connection between heaven and earth.
Facing Mount Dashi, facing the most invincible enemy in the world, the huge pressure faced at this moment made Feng Xinglie's divine will condense to an unprecedented level.
For the first time, I seized the opportunity for a breakthrough.
Tap!
Feng Xinglie stepped forward, neither urgent nor slow, as if in a trance.
But no one dared to stop it wherever it passed. Even many monks thousands of miles apart felt so oppressed that they could hardly breathe.
Phew~
Shadows were flowing in front of the mountain. Zhu Dahai stood up from the foot of the mountain. Looking at the petite young man who was only eight feet tall but extremely powerful, he said in a loud voice:
"You are the one who wants to worship the mountain?"
His voice was loud, like thunder.
Hearing this, Feng Xinglie slowly raised his head, his calm eyes moving slightly only when he felt the pure energy and blood in the body of the burly giant in front of him:
"You want to stop me?"
Zhu Dahai shook his head: "Master, please come into the mountain."
Although he was dissatisfied with the little man in front of him, since the master gave the order, he could only do it.
Feng Xinglie lowered his eyes:
"Lead the way."
Zhu Dahai glanced at Feng Xinglie, shook his head, and turned around to go up the mountain.
Under the gaze of many eyes, Feng Xinglie stepped into Dashi Mountain, but Zhu Dahai seemed to think of something, and looked back and said:
"The master said that anyone who arrives today can enter the mountain, and no one can stop him!"
"Um?"
"Huh?"
"King Yuanyang, this is..."
Hearing this, the onlookers could not help but be surprised. It would not be surprising if King Yuanyang had foreseen that someone would come to worship the mountain.
But letting everyone in, it seems...
Everyone had different thoughts. 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 stepped into it without any hesitation.
When one person moves, everyone moves.
Rays of divine light broke through the sky, and after Qu Yun, they all headed towards the mountain.
"The Third Young Master of the Overlord Imperial Court, Zhao Zhen of Dingyuan City..."
Some people recognized the people among them and exclaimed.
The outside world is noisy, but no one who enters the mountain knows it. Looking from the outside of the mountain, the mist in the mountain is hazy, and they just think it is a big formation. But as soon as they enter the mountain, all sounds disappear.
In a trance, it's like entering a completely different world!
Everyone is a person who has achieved great success. At this moment, when he took a quick look, he felt that his eyes were completely white and he could not capture anything.
"Taihuangtian?"
Feng Xinglie's eyes moved slightly.
As soon as the thought came up, I heard a bell falling from the sky, loud and melodious.
The sound of the bell dropped, just for a moment, and the hazy and invisible "mist" in the mountains had dissipated.
Instead, there is a tall tower made of black and yellow, thirty-six stories high, like a sky pillar stretching across the front!
The large characters composed of three Dao patterns on it flashed with rays of light:
Tower of Babel!
