Sound waves exploded in front of Dashi Mountain.
Everyone in the Dashi Mountain formation was shocked. When they looked up, they saw four people fighting fiercely in the sea of blood. The battle was unprecedentedly fierce.
"You will go and summon King Yuanyang!"
During the buzzing of the formation, two figures, one tall and one short, had already stepped into the sky, holding the Sealed King Lingbao and charging towards the sea of blood.
Not just the two of them, many of the masters who came to watch the battle this time saw Yuan Duxiu, who was holding three king-conferring spiritual treasures and wearing the king-conferring robe, fall into a disadvantage at the moment of watching.
After their expressions changed, they all took action one after another.
In fact, the moment the formation enveloped Dashi Mountain, someone had already arrived in front of the Babel Tower.
"Senior, outside..."
As soon as the true disciple said a word, he was interrupted by Ying San.
"I'm not blind."
Ying San raised his eyelids and glanced at the disciple with slightly cloudy eyes: "You can see it."
"Well......"
The disciple was extremely anxious, but when he heard this answer, he was at a loss and didn't know what to say.
"Okay, just step back and keep the formation from being eroded. Although this formation is powerful, it won't cause any serious harm in a short period of time."
Ying Sanyi waved his hand, and the disciple involuntarily withdrew from the smoke-filled space.
"What exactly does King Yuanyang want to do..."
Ying San muttered to himself, but the person had already disappeared in front of the tower gate.
The next moment, he had arrived at the Tower of Babel.
This is a dark space, as dark as night and as deep as the starry sky. Looking from here, you can see black and yellow steps rising into the sky.
Those are steps, but they are more than just steps.
In the dark yellow hazy divine light, there are mountains and rivers, birds and beasts, clouds and mist, and people.
It's like the cave sky, but much bigger than the cave sky.
It was as if someone had intercepted pieces of heaven and earth with supreme magic power and placed them in it.
Ying San stopped in the void and stared away. He could faintly see the flickering light on the first step in front of the tower door.
His eyes moved and he shook his head slightly:
"These little guys are talented, but unfortunately they are a little short of the mark. If we don't join forces, I'm afraid they won't be able to pass the test of King Xiao Ming..."
He saw clearly.
Many geniuses among the first steps naturally understand this truth.
But Feng Xinglie defeated King Xiao Ming and left in front of their eyes. How could they join forces?
Doesn't this mean that he is not as good as Feng Xinglie?
For many aspiring geniuses, this is even more difficult to accept than being beaten by King Xiao Ming and running away in embarrassment.
"The Overlord Imperial Court was almost created by King Xiao Ming. There are few such figures in ancient times and modern times. Although these descendants are amazing and talented, they are not ready enough to fight against King Xiao Ming. Of course they cannot!"
The dragon roars loudly:
"Among the strong men in ancient and modern times, some are stronger than all methods, and some are stronger than Dongtian. King Xiao Ming has cultivated the way of the Ten Dongtian to the extreme. Even when he is a prince, he is almost invincible at the same level."
A pair of eyes lit up in the void, and Ao Guang's dragon body lay across the void, undulating like mountains.
Ying San nodded at first, but then sighed: "Now I know that our human race is so powerful."
"Um?"
Hot smoke spurted out of his nostrils, and Ao Guang was confused.
Ying San smiled again: "There are some feelings between non-human races after all. Even if they are not of the same race, they still have tendencies."
"Old ghost Ying!"
Ao Guang's eyes were filled with fire, and his aura rose and fell: "King Xiao Ming is your supreme disciple of the human race. Could it be that he is not strong?"
"As I said, there's not a single word that says King Xiao Ming is not strong?"
Ying San ignored the dragon's power on the pavement, took a step forward and disappeared into the void:
"There is no distinction between heroes in ancient and modern times. It is meaningless to elevate anyone and demote anyone. King Xiao Ming is certainly tyrannical. He has cultivated the cave to reach the sky, but Guanglong Supreme is at the top of the nine realms. King Xiao Ming has only cultivated one realm. In today's world, the overlord emperor The descendant of the court.
But at the top of all realms, if they are at the same level, King Xiao Ming..."
The words floated in the air.
The Ying trio disappeared, and Ao Guang's breath calmed down. He glanced at the people in the 'first level' who were chased by King Xiao Ming and had no way to go to heaven or earth.
'Hey' laughed and said, "Hit me harder!"
There are thirty-six steps in the Tower of Babel.
Ying San stepped past, but was unable to move or shuttle. He could only walk step by step and witnessed the scene in the square steps.
He had followed An Qisheng for thousands of years and witnessed the construction of the Tower of Babel with his own eyes. He was endlessly shocked, and even now he still doesn't know how all of this was done.
Even if he knew what was going on.
This thirty-six-story Babel Tower not only represents the thirty-six levels of heaven that have not yet been perfected, but also contains the thirty-six sections intercepted from the "dream" of King Yuanyang during his "dream of eternity". Dreamland'.
The domineering Xiao Ming King... Yan Changge of the Phoenix clan... the Great Heavenly King of the Dragon clan... all the kings of the Middle Ages, hundreds of ancient schools of thought...
It is such a wonderful feeling to see with one's own eyes the great masters who have left traces in the river of time inviting the prodigies of this world to fight.
Like a dream.
While Ying San was feeling sentimental, he also had a deeper respect for King Yuanyang.
Is this kind of power really possible in the Tongtian realm?
Ying San, who has experienced it personally, knows very well that it is by no means an illusion drawn by illusions, but more like a projection cast from the long river of time.
Huhu~
Ripples spread in the void.
Ying San quickly stepped on the thirty-sixth floor, his vision suddenly widened, and the light came with it.
Above the steps are mountains.
Among them, thousands of mountains are competing for beauty, thousands of animals are running around, vegetation is shady, and clear water is gurgling. The scenery can be said to be excellent.
Ying San looked around and saw An Qisheng's back lying in front of a stone under a divine waterfall, as well as the dark-haired, unusually strong 'Moon-whispering Wolf'.
In front of him, there is a stone tablet floating in the air, and the extremely abstract and difficult-to-grasp picture can be faintly seen, as well as the blurred and missing handwriting.
"King Yuanyang."
Taking a step forward and coming closer, Ying San slightly cupped his hands: "Have you ever seen what is happening in the outside world?"
A person with high moral standards is a teacher. Although he is older, Ying San is very respectful and does not even hide his awe.
This is not only because he helps himself to "live out the second life", but also because he has a high Tao and respects the forerunners of the Tao, which is naturally normal for practitioners.
"I saw it."
An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes, and the clear water came into view, which was not as deep as his eyes: "The blood formation is not bad at all."
"What about you?"
Ying San is a little strange. He knows the temperament of King Yuanyang very well, and he is definitely not the kind of master who deliberately does not take any action to 'sharpen' his juniors.
"The person I am waiting for has not yet come."
An Qisheng sat up slowly, the light in his eyes slowly disappeared, as if he was waking up from a dream, and stretched his arms: "If you can't handle this, what if you don't have me?"
"Um?"
Ying San was shocked: "Without you? Where are you going?"
"When you come, you go, how can there be a feast that never ends?"
An Qisheng let out a deep breath of turbid air, blowing up the clear water of the eight thousand miles flat lake in front of him. With a flick of his hand, a spiritual fish floated into the air.
Then it fell, splashing.asxs.with ripples:
"Just like this fish, it will be out of the water for a while, but it will eventually fall into the lake."
A thousand years is not a short period of time.
Not to mention that he used the method of entering a dream to "dream back to eternity" with the help of the breath of many king-level spiritual treasures and even supreme treasures.
Across all realms, this was the longest retreat he had ever experienced.
But this is not because he really wants to stay in seclusion for so long, but because he has hidden worries in it.
This hidden worry is not a cosmic disaster that is very likely to destroy everything in the future.
But, he cannot stay in Wanyang Realm forever.
Whether you are dreaming of the great thousand or dreaming of the great thousand, there is a limit after all, and it is absolutely impossible to stay there endlessly.
It's a dream, and there is a time to wake up after all.
He spent "1,867,000 points" of Tao power to enter the dream world, and the limit of his ability to enter the dream was one thousand, eight hundred and sixty-seven years.
One year will not be more, and one year will not be less.
It has been more than a thousand years since he came to this world, and he can only stay for eight hundred years.
And the future he had glimpsed, the disaster that would destroy everything, was still more than eight thousand years away!
This retreat is for him to sort out the Tao Yun, create the thirty-six heavens, and gather together the thousand years of practice. It is also for the purpose of staying longer.
At least, let’s take a look at what the so-called destruction in the future is.
He has a clue, but he is not completely sure. If he is not careful, he will leave in eight hundred years, and then everything will return to its original trajectory.
The destruction came as expected. Yuan Duxiu and Miao Meng sacrificed themselves to lead themselves back. In the end, they fought fiercely with the unknown enemy in the destroyed space.
The more he practices, the more deeply An Qisheng feels it. Time and space are like the sound of a long river. Subtle changes can occur, but the general trend is hard to change.
What is supposed to come will come sooner or later...
"But......."
Ying San didn't know why, but his heart was throbbing.
When An Qisheng talked about leaving, he vaguely seemed to sense something, as if he was about to suffer a disaster and never recover.
This feeling was so real that it made him feel like a dark cloud was looming over him.
Just ask and tell how you feel.
"The secrets of the sky are vast, and the changes in the sky may not really be a great event, but may also be the prelude to a catastrophe. All of this is difficult to describe."
An Qisheng casually made a move, and the stone tablet with traces of other 'Daoyi Diagram Masters' shrunk into a card and fell into his hand:
"What you perceive is true or false. It may be the interaction between heaven and earth, or it may be the conspiracy of the Heavenly Realm. Who can tell clearly?"
"Even though Tongtian Realm can spread its thoughts with the help of heaven, it can't affect me."
Ying San shook his head.
Thousands of years ago, he had cultivated to the highest level. Thousands of years later, even if he had not crossed that threshold, he would never be easily deceived without realizing it.
Ying San felt a little heavy for no reason: "You said you wanted to leave, and Tianji sensed it. Maybe..."
Ying San did not say the second half of the sentence, but pointed to the sky.
'Perhaps God doesn't want you to go either...'
An Qisheng did not comment, put away the stone tablet, and lay down again, as if he was still sleeping.
"That formation is weird and weird. If you don't take action, I'm afraid..."
Yingsan sighed.
An Qisheng used his arm as a pillow and drooped his eyelids to cover his deep eyes:
"No one is indispensable. I may not have to leave, but they will eventually have to adapt to...a world without Yuanyang..."
