On the endless ocean, a Thunder Immortal Palace hangs out in the sky, with chaotic black and yellow air floating around it.
I saw thunderbolts as thick as mountains falling from the sky high in the sky, shining continuously around the Immortal Palace.
They gathered into a sea of thunder that shattered the sky.
In the thunder sea, the chaotic black and yellow energy surged, and the blazing light spread in all directions.
Just one glance at it made the saint tremble with fear and make his hair stand on end.
Such majesty is that of an emperor!
The sons of the aristocratic family were all amazed and guarded closely beside Ruan He, the holy son of the Blood Demonic Tree Clan, to be on guard against any unexpected events.
The scene ahead is really shocking.
At first, it was just a thunder as thick as a mountain. Later, the world almost turned upside down, and the sun, moon and stars exploded.
This is completely the world of Thunder!
"With such a powerful energy, which emperor's former dojo is this?"
In the center, a young cultivator who looked like a human but was definitely not a human narrowed his eyes and looked into the Immortal Palace.
His name is Ruan He, and he is the holy son of the Blood Demon Tree Clan.
He was wearing a blood-red beast robe, tall and burly, with a domineering temperament, standing on a blood-red ancient chariot.
Around him, a group of noble family members acted as his followers and stayed close to each other.
As long as he gives an order, this group of followers will be used by him, even if they sacrifice their lives.
The ultimate combat power unleashed by these noble families is enough to annihilate any large clan that does not have a quasi-emperor.
What a terrifying force this is~
Previously.
Those saints who look like casual cultivators want to take out their anger on the human race, largely because the body shape of the human race is the same as the innate Tao body.
The innate Taoist body is the most suitable for cultivation among all races, and every move is close to the origin of heaven and earth.
Ruan He is such a being who has condensed the innate Tao body!
Suddenly.
Ruan He looked sideways, his eyes fixed on the void.
The various aristocratic families have joined forces to lay out many elaborate formations, but they are actually useless?
"boom--"
Explosions sounded, and a figure appeared.
This figure is none other than Hong Yuan.
"who?"
"Send your name quickly, otherwise don't blame your Grandpa Niu for being rude!"
"I wonder where your distinguished guest comes from?"
The sons of the aristocratic family were shocked when they saw Hong Yuan's sudden appearance.
Whether it's threats or courtesy, they all want to find out the foundation of Hong Yuan before making a decision.
"Haha." Hong Yuan just smiled.
He gently waved the feather fan in his hand and stood alone, looking leisurely and indifferent.
This kind of behavior made this group of aristocratic family members a little surprised and confused.
Could it be that this means that they are not qualified to talk to them and let a more prestigious family come?
With doubts in their hearts, the family members all turned their attention to Ruan He's figure.
The person with the most status here is Ruan He, the holy son of the Blood Demonic Tree Clan.
"This is Ruan He, the tyrant of blood. I dare to ask, brother, where do you come from?" Ruan He said slowly.
His eyes were fixed on Hong Yuan.
Ruan He had no impression of Hong Yuan, an extremely strange existence.
But for some reason, Hong Yuan made Ruan He feel a certain threat.
Thinking about it this way, it actually makes no sense.
Because he, Ruan He, remembers the heroes of the younger generation among the imperial clans in Heaven very clearly.
If anyone can make him have this kind of perception, then he will never forget it.
"A man doesn't change his name in business, and he doesn't change his surname in office. A certain family's name is 'Qiao'!"
Hong Yuan said calmly, with a calm attitude.
But his attitude made Ruan He's face suddenly darken.
Because among the younger generation of the Tianting Imperial Clan, there is no one named "Qiao" at all!
"What a bridge." Ruan He's eyes were cold and he sneered.
this moment.
Others also learned from Ruan He's attitude that Hong Yuan was just an ordinary casual cultivator.
Many members of the aristocratic family were shocked, thinking that Hong Yuan was too bold, that he was simply audacious and acted recklessly.
A mere casual cultivator actually dared to show off in front of Ruan He. He was so disrespectful of his life.
"Do you know where the word "Ba" from the Blood Demonic Tree Clan came from?" Several members of the family really wanted to press Hong Yuan.
You must know that the Blood Tyrant Demonic Tree clan has always been the masters of what they say.
Saint Son Ruan Hena was the leader among them. If he said it was forbidden to do so, he would do so.
There was no invitation from Ruan He, nor was he from a wealthy family, so if he went through all kinds of battles to get here, wouldn't it be a slap in Ruan He's face, and Ruan He's face would be disgraced?
Sure enough, Ruan He had murderous intentions towards "Qiao".
Boom!
Boom!
Beside Ruan He, two terrifying figures appeared together after he sneered.
The light on their bodies could compete with the sun and the moon, and they were extremely dazzling. They rushed straight towards Hong Yuan, making no secret of their naked murderous intention towards Hong Yuan.
In the process, the two saints also accelerated each other.
They wanted to kill Hong Yuan before the other party so that they could take credit from Ruan He!
boom--
These two terrifying forces intertwined, causing the sky to crack, like a shower of meteors and flints, vast and majestic.
Outside the formation, the casual cultivators saw this scene and their expressions changed greatly.
A saint exclaimed: "They actually alerted the Blood Dragon and Grass Thorn. They are two generals under Ruan He. They have extraordinary achievements in destroying two small tribes. What happened?"
Inside the formation, the members of the aristocratic families felt relieved when they saw the blood dragon and grass thorn taking action.
The sons of the aristocratic family continued to observe the evolution of the Immortal Palace, waiting for the terrifying thunder sea caused by the remaining imperial power to dissipate.
Although they didn't know how Hong Yuan came here, they had great trust in the strength of the blood dragon and grass thorn.
Because the reputation of Blood Dragon and Grass Thorn is achieved through battle after battle, and it is definitely not something that an unknown person can resist! !
ahead.
There was a smile on Hong Yuan's lips, but his expression remained calm.
Such an extraordinary gas state made Ruan He even more disgusted.
"How dare you shine like a grain of rice? How outrageous!" Hong Yuan said in a cold voice, his eyes suddenly glowing with light.
Hong Yuan was seen gently waving the black and white paper fan, and an extremely frightening black and white beam of light suddenly shot out from the paper fan.
This black and white light beam is like a bright and scorching sun, but also like a dark purgatory.
The two are intertwined with each other, and the power they burst out shakes the heavens and the earth.
Although it is not like the five-color divine light in the legend, it is so powerful that it makes all the aristocratic family members suddenly change their colors.
The blood dragons and grass thorns facing this move trembled all over, as if they were struck by thunder and lightning. Subconsciously, they all manifested their true identities, wanting to compete with Hong Yuan.
"Brush~"
The black and white beams of light passed by like a torrent, leaving only traces of the universe in the sky.
But the two saints, the blood dragon and the grass thorn, who were feared by people, have no bones left, and they no longer leave a trace in the world.
Subconsciously, all the family members turned their attention to Hong Yuan.
Hong Yuan has a tall and straight figure, with flowing black hair, and a black and white paper fan gently waving in his hand. His whole person is as calm as a lunar star.
"Yudao? Hiss~"
Several members of the aristocratic family took a breath of air, their throats moved slightly, and they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
They had to admit that Hong Yuan's strength had scared them.
What frightened them was that Hong Yuan was still arrogant and arrogant in front of Ruan He, looking down on all living beings.
A mere casual cultivator dared to change the world after he got some opportunities?
"Haha." Ruan He laughed. He was angry at Hong Yuan.
He hates people who are more pretentious than him. Except for those imperial geniuses in heaven, who dares to show off in front of him.
"Arrogant? Ignorant child." Ruan He's eyes grew colder, and he strode forward with murderous thoughts in his heart.
The blood energy in his body surged, overwhelming the sky and the earth. From a distance, it looked like a sea of blood, completely submerging the place.
The dark clouds were rolling, and the sky was about to burst under the pressure of the sea of blood.
Among them, traces of blood swept across all directions, threatening to completely submerge the source of the flood.
Seeing this kind of scene, the saints inside and outside the formation were stunned.
Who is Ruanhe? That was the holy son of a powerful family that had produced other kinds of enlightened people! !
If he takes action, will other saints still have a way to survive?
"Hula——"
Under the strong pressure of Ruan He, Hong Yuan still maintained an indifferent attitude. He flapped the black and white feather fan again, and the majestic cosmic path marks were activated. The black and white beams of light entangled again, erupting with even more amazing power.
Like white snow meeting hot water, Ruan He's sea of blood melted in an instant, and his supreme magical power was easily cracked by Hong Yuan.
"The strength is not strong, the tone is not small, tsk tsk." Hong Yuan shook his head disdainfully, which made Ruan He furious.
"Death!" Ruan He roared loudly, like a cloud of chaos descending upon the world. The formation collapsed step by step. Several members of the aristocratic family vomited blood and fell backward.
Ruan He stretched out his big hand, and the majestic blood traces were activated. There were as many as two hundred thousand, which was very terrifying. It turned into a thick cloud of blood and shot down toward the source of the flood.
Once hit, Hong Yuan would be refined in an instant, become part of the blood cloud, and die completely.
The divine passage methods passed down by alternative enlightened persons are simply not something that saints without inheritance can withstand.
"Ha." Hong Yuan smiled contemptuously and slapped him away with his backhand.
The divine beast Kunpeng’s natal magical power—swallowing the sky and the earth!
At this moment, Hong Yuan's whole body was filled with a deep black light, and even every hair became so domineering.
I saw a mysterious black light rising up from Hong Yuan's body into the sky, reaching ninety thousand feet into the sky. Ding Qing took a look and saw that what was contained in it was the traces of the esophagus. If he counted them carefully, they were as large as three hundred thousand!
The large formation surrounding here was directly destroyed, the whole world was shaking at an even more terrifying speed, and even the remaining thunder sea with the remaining imperial power was also rising crazily.
In addition to the majestic esophagus marks, Hong Yuan's slap was pressed down with the terrifying strength of the divine beast Kunpeng, dominating the world, and the light he emitted even surpassed the remaining imperial power for a time.
Hong Yuan's demon body is so ferocious, it is invincible among its peers. Especially if the body of Han Yue Jiao is transformed into the divine beast Kunpeng, it will be even more terrifying.
Among those at the same level, Hong Yuan dared to fight even the Great Dream Emperor, who was known as the most powerful and holy one.
Facing someone of the same level as Ruan He, there was no way Hong Yuan would give in.
Boom!
With this blow, the sky collapsed, the earth split, and the sea dried up.
Blood channel marks and esophageal track marks collide, wear, and erode crazily.
Where the two sides met, there was a strong wind that was like the world collapsing, causing all the saints to be frightened and flee wildly, leaving the cultivators and the sons of the aristocratic family alone.
The Great Harmony Wind has the function of assimilating everything.
Once the wind of great harmony is allowed to blow, it can destroy the blessed land and cave heaven of the saints.
This place has become the center of the storm of Datongfeng, and the weak are not even qualified to get close.
Ruan He's body collapsed, large areas of blood rained out, and everything was heading towards irreversible defeat.
This scene shocked all the saints, and they couldn't believe it.
Ruan He was the holy son of the Blood Demonic Tree Clan. He was famous for his unparalleled flesh shell. Even the geniuses of the Imperial Clan had to be cautious about being approached by him.
Before this, they simply did not believe that there were any casual cultivators who could compare with Ruan He.
But at this moment, they were shocked and couldn't believe what they saw in front of them.
"Let him go."
A saint with snake scales all over his body shouted at Hong Yuan: "Do you know who we are and where we come from? If you kill him, there will be no place for you in the Nine Heavens and Five Continents!!"
Hong Yuan raised the corner of his mouth and said harshly: "Then you, come and beat me to death now, hahahaha——"
Hong Yuan laughed wildly and threatened the other party in turn, quite like a demon giant.
Also, in terms of the demon body, he has always enjoyed an unparalleled status, and is regarded by the old monsters of the demon clan as the prince of the master of the demon clan.
With such great power, Hong Yuan is willing to be lonely and has been silently dormant and developing. This is already a great deal of face for the Human Race and Heavenly Palace.
Under the shocked eyes of the family members, Hong Yuan gained the upper hand and attacked fiercely, each move becoming more fierce than the last.
Still using the magical power of swallowing the sky and the earth, he slapped it down with his big hand and turned it into a dark black hole, swallowing everything crazily.
The sound of the tornado sounded, as loud as the sound of war drums. Every sound would take away a large piece of Ruan He's life essence.
Boom!
At the end, Ruan He's consciousness became blurred and he transformed into the body of the Blood Demon Tree. It was obvious that he had reached his limit.
But, what are casual cultivators and sons of aristocratic families?
That's the difference in background, that's the difference between having a strong backer or not! !
The Blood Demonic Tree Clan once had a ninth-level alternative supreme existence. As the holy son of the Blood Demonic Tree Clan, Ruan He naturally would not say that he would die so easily.
Moments of life and death.
Ruan He finally gave up his pride. He looked at Hongyuan faintly and activated the descendants of his clan who had preserved him.
He sighed helplessly: "Ancestor, please turn around."
Finished.
boom!
Immortal mist filled the air, divine clouds burst into bursts, and terrifying energy emerged from the white jade weapon Ruan He carried.
All of a sudden, Hong Yuan's body trembled slightly, causing Hong Yuan's magical powers to disappear, allowing Ruan He to escape from this crisis.
All the saints were terrified, and they all looked blankly at the heroic figure in front of Ruan He.
Quasi-Emperor incarnation!
"God-Blooded King of Ming Dynasty!!"
Some members of the aristocratic family who knew the details of the quasi-emperor's incarnation cried out in surprise, and looked at Hong Yuan with amusement.
The incarnation of the Quasi-Emperor, who was called the Divine-Blooded Ming King, slowly opened his eyes, and planets appeared one after another around him.
The sky suddenly darkened, with only the light from the Thunder Immortal Palace remaining.
Around the Divine Blood King, a vast star field was formed, rumbling, forming a terrifying World Tree Enlightenment Map, which seemed to contain the truth of heaven and earth.
Such terrifying power can truly be called unparalleled power. It scared many ordinary saints out of their wits. They fled without even thinking, and never dared to think about missing the Immortal Palace again.
"Looking for help? Haha, I have one too."
Facing such a terrifying existence as the Divine-Blooded Ming King, Hong Yuan clasped his hands behind his back and smiled calmly, causing the saints to frown.
The demon is disintegrated!
The demon is disintegrated!
The demon is disintegrated!
…
In a moment.
Hong Yuan's aura suddenly surged.
Ordinary eighth level, eighth level great sage, eighth level quasi-emperor! ! !
His momentum was as vast as the sun, and he pushed back the Divine-Blooded Ming King, shocking all the saints and making them doubt themselves.
A moment ago, the Divine-Blooded Ming King was still oppressing the world, staring at Hong Yuan indifferently, showing the world the power of the Blood-Bad Demonic Tree Clan, forcing all the saints to remain silent.
The next moment, the mighty face of the Divine-Blooded Ming King froze immediately, looking at Hong Yuan blankly with a look of astonishment on his face, his face full of disbelief.
A long while.
"Hmph, you're pretending to be a god!" The Divine-Blooded Ming King snorted coldly, holding the golden divine spear and slashing down at Hong Yuan.
The divine power is like the sea of hell, with turbulent waves and murderous intent.
Just the aftermath of the divine power killed nearly ten saints who were unable to escape, which was extremely terrifying.
"Black is yin, white is yang, yin and yang are reversed in one thought!" Hong Yuan threw the black and white paper fan.
With a roar, the majestic Dao marks of the universe and the esophagus rolled out, making the black and white paper fan shine with a scorching glow, giving it an immortal charm.
At this moment, under the black and white divine light, every inch of Hong Yuan's body was flashing with Kunpeng's unique Dao patterns, which were enough to suppress the world and span eternity.
The black and white feather fan blessed by him turned into a black and white divine rainbow, pouring the divine blood towards the Ming Dynasty King.
This kind of power not only caused Cangming to collapse, but even the sky and the sky were shaken.
"How is that possible~"
Looking at the divine-blooded Ming King who was beaten so hard that no trace could be left, the saints were stunned.
Ruan He's body became stiffer and his eyes became distracted.
He never imagined that he would die at the hands of a casual cultivator named "Qiao".
…
quiet.
so quiet.
The wind is so calm.
Everything happened so suddenly.
At the same time, a greater doubt arose in the hearts of these saints.
"No, brother, you have such strength, why didn't you show it earlier? Who dares to stop you?"
However, no one dared to ask Hong Yuan like this.
No one even had the courage to come close to him!
In fact, it was not that Hong Yuan wanted to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, but that the supernatural power of demon disintegration was a forbidden technique that consumed life span in exchange for combat power.
Does he use such a forbidden technique all the time when he's full? How can it be.
Of course, good steel must be used on the blade.
[Name: Hong Yuan]
【Shou Yuan: 53397/15000000】
【Qualification: 99】
[Realm: Sixth Level]
【school:
Esophagus (Grand Master 62%), Tao of Taiyin (Grand Master 54%)
Kendo (Grandmaster 34%), Dream Dao (Grandmaster 30%),
...]
[Clone: Hanyue Jiao]
[Level: Level 7]
【talent:
The magical power of the realm of eternal silence, the magical power of swallowing the sky and the earth, the magical power of the disintegration of demons,
The magical power of Sparking Fire that Starts a Prairie Fire, the magical power of Cold Moon Seal, the magical power of Ten Thousand Heavy Waters,
...]
Hong Yuan glanced at the proficiency panel and roughly calculated that this outbreak cost about ten thousand years of life.
"Huh, I only used up such a small amount of life span, it's okay, it's okay." Hong Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.
In order to reach the eighth level quickly, these sacrifices are worth it.
What's more, if he takes one more bite of Kunpeng Daozang next, he can earn it back.
Hong Yuan moved, slowly turned around, and looked at the Immortal Palace in the distance.
Although this place was beaten to pieces and turned into nothingness, the Thunder Immortal Palace above the vast ocean was still hanging steadily in the air.
Around it, the floating chaotic black and yellow air became more powerful.
Hong Yuan couldn't help but take a few more glances.
After all, the chaotic black and yellow energy was born from the barrier between heaven and earth. It was a supreme power that could only be controlled by ninth-level beings. It was difficult for him not to imagine that he had it.
The sea of thunder that enveloped the Immortal Palace was still violent. Thunderbolts like mountains are still falling from the sky, shining continuously. Although the emperor's power gradually faded, it was still terrifying, enough to stop any being.
Hong Yuan's expression was normal.
He slowly activated Kunpeng's natal magical power "Swallowing the Sky and Devouring the Earth" and put on a mysterious robe for himself.
Just like that, Hong Yuan walked towards the Thunder Palace indifferently, leaving the saints with a majestic figure, which made them fall into endless reverie.
"Hiss~"
"What is the foundation of this, I still don't know anything about it!"
"He, he actually went in!?" A noble family member said with horror.
Until this moment, the family members still did not want to believe that Hong Yuan was born as a "casual cultivator".
The hierarchy among all things in the world has been solidified for a long time.
A dragon begets a dragon, a phoenix begets a phoenix, and a mouse's son can make holes. This is the eternal truth!
They would rather believe that Hong Yuan was the lost bloodline of a certain imperial clan than that he was of mediocre origin.
The world is cruel but real, and reality will never be beautiful~
Before Emperor Longyang was born, the torrent of heaven and earth had not yet been divided into layers.
In the world of martial arts, everything is solidified and stagnant...
