There was an earth-shattering battle. This is a battle for a genius who has not been born for thousands of years to find a new strong one.
That strong man was indeed powerful. After opening up the bloodline of the ancestor god, his physical strength was already at its peak. During the vomiting, Qi and blood surged to the sky, making all the big rocks in the world float and sink.
This young man has become stronger and stronger as he fights, his aura is getting higher and higher, and his magic has become integrated, and he is no longer affected by the invisible string in his soul.
There is no doubt that this is already one of the strongest men in the world, shocking the figures in the distance.
In this world, except for those eleven, there are very few people under the ancient gods who can withstand Luo Shenyu's moves. If it were them, they would obviously be severely injured at this moment and unable to fight anymore.
The cross scriptures circulated ten pictures. At this moment, the ancient scriptures seemed to come true. At this moment, it seemed that it had lasted through eternity and was connected with this life, and launched the most powerful attack.
This scene is extremely terrifying. The destruction of heaven and earth only occurs in this moment, and everything in the world pours into the golden light.
The strong men in the distance looked horrified. They seemed to see a great god coming. This was the ancient god. The heaven and earth collapsed during the sweep, and even their essence and blood showed signs of collapse.
It just depends on the mood.
Someone was horrified and said tremblingly: "Such moves have never been seen before. This is the Jinpeng Protoss, which was extinct hundreds of years ago. But even the strongest one at that time could only manifest one statue, and it was It’s just a shadow. But this person is actually the statue of the ten ancestral gods.”
"This should be the only remaining Golden Roc God Clan, but it leaves behind the most talented person."
For the ten thousand gods in the seven realms of the God Realm, the manifestation of the ancestral god is the strongest. The condensed essence of an ancestral god has the qualification to step into the ancient times.
However, this person is ten. And the manifestation of one of the ancestral gods has reached its essence. The golden roc is displayed, thunder and golden light are shining at the same time, as if to recreate that great era when ten thousand powers competed.
Whether you look at it from a distance or up close, you can see the real divine beasts dominating the world.
The heaven and earth are densely packed with divine power, like a golden ocean crashing onto the shore, shattering everything in the world.
The man in blue had a tear on his sleeve, and some blood dripped from his fingertips, but he still had a smile on his lips.
"For all gods and races, flesh and blood is the foundation from the beginning of practice. Paying attention to flesh, blood and blood is the basis of one's own strength. Therefore, for the gods, the strength of the body and blood should be regarded as real strength."
"It's just that many people in the world don't know that for the gods, the most important thing is the soul. This soul is not the soul of oneself. It comes from the source of the blood. In fact, the blood and the body are the follow-up of this source. It just flowed too far and eventually lost the rhyme.”
"If this were not the case, how could the Seven Realms of God's Realm be forgotten until now? They would have broken through this world long ago and established themselves in the vastness!"
Luo Shenyu murmured softly, with ten huge golden-winged divine birds clearly visible in his eyes. He slowly stretched out his hand and pointed it to make an incense burner. Red smoke rose up and turned into two bird wings, which flew together in pairs. With one finger, it turned into a hibiscus, so it spread thousands of miles.
Piece by piece, this vast ocean instantly turned into thousands of flowers, with birds flying, dragons and phoenixes flying.
It is pleasing to the eye and auspicious. Even if it is a fairyland, it is nothing more than this.
In this auspiciousness, why did destruction come? What shame would the strongest men in the world have to fight here and destroy this beautiful scenery?
Of course not.
At this moment, the young man felt a soft force that rushed straight to his head. When this soft force poured into his body, all the divine power retreated.
The ten-round blazing sun began to rise and retreat along with the sea of thunder in all directions. After just a few breaths, it was difficult to sink again. The ten-headed golden divine roc also began to collapse at this moment, and it seemed as if it had never appeared before.
With one magical power, thousands of flowers bloomed in the world, and one by one they expanded into roads and bridges, instantly immersing the young man in a sea of flowers.
At this moment, the young man's expression suddenly changed. The raised hand was immediately put down. He no longer had the strength to lift it up and had no intention of fighting anymore.
How can I break through this sea of flowers if I have no intention of fighting anymore.
The flowers are beautiful and beautiful, and they bloom for a long time. It seems like I can stay here forever. But the young man knew that if this flower moved... it would be a shocking murder!
He couldn't resist this murderous intention. Under this murderous intention, there was only one way to die.
"This...is Luo Shenyu, the second among the top ten geniuses?"
The strong men in the distance exclaimed that the sea of flowers did not spread to a million miles away and did not affect them. But at this moment, they are also physically and mentally powerless. I just want to sit down, take out the wine and food, taste them, and watch the beautiful scenery.
Someone actually took out the wine, sat cross-legged on the top of the cloud, thought about it again and again, raised his head and took a sip, his eyes blurred and intoxicated.
"If the days from now on are so leisurely, I will have no regrets in this life."
Some people's eyes widened. The person sitting cross-legged on the top of the cloud drinking wine was the weakest among the people present, but he was already comparable to the early stage of Nirvana.
This can be considered a top powerhouse. However, it was under the influence of Huahai that he started drinking.
I'm afraid that when the murderous intention comes, this strong man will still sit and drink, regardless of life or death.
"I...can't hold on any longer. Are these...the most amazing group of people...Luo Shenyu is so strong, how strong are Chang Zai Xiao, Ah Qi, and Hong Meng Yu? "
Someone roared loudly, sweating profusely, and exerting all his strength. But no matter what, it's useless.
This is an invisible force, and few people in the world know how to break it. Even if you know it, you can only break it with one hand.
Someone else sat down cross-legged and began to play music, using the clouds as harps and the wind as strings.
The man in blue in the distance raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the figures a million away, shook his head, sighed, and said: "It turns out that the strong men in the seven realms of the God Realm are nothing more than this."
He looked at the horrified young man again and chuckled: "You are very good. After all, you have just opened the bloodline of the ancestors. In time, when you fully master the power of this bloodline, this power, then you will not You will lose yourself in front of me so quickly."
The young man took a deep breath. He no longer had admiration in his heart, and his eyes were no longer filled with passion, but fear.
Here, his divine power could not be used at all. It was originally so strong that it turned into a puddle of water at this moment.
He killed a high-level ghost immortal and even made it impossible for him to borrow any means to recover. Not many people in the world can do this. This is already the pinnacle of power among the ancient gods, but is he still powerless in front of the top ten geniuses?
"You don't have to underestimate yourself. You are now, at least, much stronger than those people." The man in blue smiled again and said: "You are born with a deficiency. Now, the lost talent has returned to you. This is the case for all races in the past. The most desired pursuit. Master it well. Although, after you master this power, you will still not be the opponent of twelve people like us, but there will definitely be a place for you."
As the words fell, a powerful momentum surged. The Luoshen Rain did not disperse the flower rain.
Piece by piece, the beautiful flowers that seemed to never fade began to wither. Although the withering of these flowers did not bring shocking murderous intent, it did change the color of the world.
This change of color is the change of color of the sky. The sky was filled with thousands of purples and reds, and with a sound of thunder, there were even more thousands of reds.
Each of these colors has an aura of destruction.
When people felt this aura, their expressions suddenly changed.
When the will of destruction strikes, everything is in vain. This breath only belongs to a certain level.
This is the breath of destruction. In today's world, only the ancient gods can possess it. Among the human race, only the great masters of the realm of destruction can possess it.
There was silence, and the few strong men sitting drinking all had their eyes widened at this moment, and their glasses of wine spilled on the floor.
Although, this breath is not strong. But it is indeed the aura of destruction, which shows that Luo Shenyu is now about to enter the supreme realm and become a ghost and god.
Everyone knows that there are twelve people who are the strongest among the ancient gods, and they are all at the peak of Nirvana. But no one has explored that realm.
Even if they are as strong as that group of people, there is still a huge gap between them and the ancient one. Too far apart to reach.
However, Luo Shenyu has taken that step. Although it is not a complete step, given time or even not long, he will become another ancient god. He is expected to establish the eleventh ancient clan again and rewrite the world pattern again. .
"What happened in the ten thousand years since Luo Shenyu disappeared? If Hong Mengyu hadn't taken this step yet, I'm afraid... the list of the top ten geniuses would have been completely rewritten."
At this moment, the momentum was like rainbows, one after another, intertwined in the sky, making everything shine in the extreme light. People can no longer see other colors.
"If you really like my book, then you will naturally like me as the person who wrote this book. Believe me, don't be afraid. This allows you to control the power that belongs to you in advance. Only by tempering it repeatedly can you become stronger. .”
Luo Shenyu murmured, glanced ahead, and waved.
He cut off the water flow in front of him, so that when he left, the colorful colors would still be here.
The water of Luo Shenyu is clear when it is still, and crimson when it moves. This is the color of blood, and it is really blood.
However, the world does not know that this is not the blood of living beings, but the blood of the deceased clan.
He rarely kills. Because he is very gentle, just like real spring water.
He held the pen again and thought for a long time. I took the pen back again, but it was nowhere to be found.
"This God is no longer the God of the past. This hatred is not the hatred of the past. If we had not met the hope that can let the candle shine again, there would be no point in living."
...
In the distance, there are bridges and mountains.
There was a cock crow that broke through the sky and the earth, but it was not dawn at this moment.
Then, there was another cockcrow.
It's the middle of the night, but it's very lively here. There were roosters crowing everywhere.
