"A world of trouble, a world of great struggle...a world of trouble, a world of great struggle..."

Ning Feng and others kept lingering in their minds, and they couldn't dissipate for a long time...

The story of this generation of the temple was personal, and there was no real fool. After the words of the Sanren Divine Cook, everyone on the other side accurately grasped his meaning.

In short, it is: a war between the realms!

If you compare the giants to the realm, it means that in the world of giants, you are in a world of great struggle, and giants fight and swallow each other in order to seek their own development.

In this process, I don’t know how many giants fell down forever, and I don’t know how many giants became even bigger.

The monks with transcendent power are like a special existence in giants. When they work hard in this war between giants, help them grow and help them not be defeated by other giants, they will naturally receive rewards from their own giants.

This reward is merit!

This is indeed the greatest merit in the world!

Ning Feng and others opened their mouths wide open when they didn't notice it.

"So it's...so..."

In Ning Feng's heart, there was another self slapping his chest and shouting loudly, as if it was not the case, and he could not vent the sudden surge.

This great struggle will not end without beginning today or ending today. As you can imagine, he will definitely participate in the future.

Moreover, from today a spectator and a sharer to becoming the dominant and beneficiary in the future.

Thinking that one day, perhaps it may be possible to decide the success or failure of the battle in the realm with one's own strength and the welfare of hundreds of millions of creatures, Ning Feng felt aroused in his heart, as if a large cloud of clouds were about to fly out.

"So, what we are participating in today is not actually the matter between our Sun God Palace and the Southern Demon Sect. What is its true face?"

Ning Feng’s question was no different from those of you present. Everyone looked up almost at the same time and looked at the Sanren Divine Cook.

Before they could ask questions, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky not far away.

Where Ning Feng and others were located, and to the sky several miles south, a large area of ​​five-colored strange light suddenly burst out, as if the sky had broken a hole there, pouring down the water, wind and fire outside.

The vast world suddenly became quiet.

Ning Feng and others clearly knew nothing. They clearly heard nothing, but they couldn't help but hold their breath. They stopped their heartbeat, solidified their thoughts, and were waiting for something they didn't know.

"Rumbling~~~~"

The loud noise of the world was coming soon.

With every loud noise, a strange phenomenon appears.

A red sun burst out in a five-colored strange light, then spread out into a light field, spreading evenly on the gap, if something is stabilizing;

A giant of light stands tall and holds his hands on the gap, and supports his feet below, struggling hard;

A ball of flame is burning;

A ray of wind is howling;

A rainbow is crossing;

A golden crow is whistling...

...

Ning Feng and others watched the cycles in amid the deafening loud noises, and watched the nine methods and thirteen transformations of the Sun God Palace rushed into their sight in various peak shapes.

The earth moves, the mountain shakes.

The wind is windy, the tide.

"These are all the nine methods and thirteen transformations."

"The people who cast spells are all the elders of the Divine Palace."

Ning Feng and others felt like a mirror in their hearts. Once the effects of those magical powers and magic were released, the identity of their caster was revealed.

"What are they doing?"

The voice of the Sanren God Cook suddenly rang in Ning Feng and his ears:

"They are stabilizing the niche channel, forcibly breaking the barriers of the two realms, and welcoming the meritorious ministers home."

Ning Feng and others all turned their attention to the chef Sanren. They could vaguely guess the meaning of the chef Sanren, but they were not sure after all, and they had to wait for him to say it in person.

The Sanren Divine Cook stopped talking at this time. He was not keeping it a secret, but he just didn't have the time to answer the questions for the time being.

I saw that he took one step forward, and his steps were very small, but he crossed several feet apart in one step, standing between everyone and the piercing in the sky.

"Bang!"

With a dull sound, the innate Qi Hunyuan Ding flipped up from behind the Sanren Divine Cook and landed heavily on the ground.

The sound and the shaking of the earth almost made Ning Feng and others unable to stand firmly, as if the landing was not a tripod with one person above the height, but a mountain that hit another mountain.

Sudden--

Ning Feng and others were not prepared, but they made a natural reaction. They raised their hands and blocked them in front of their eyes.

Without warning, strong light burst out, centering on the two realms, filling all places.

Even if there is a hand blocking, and not facing these strong light directly, Ning Feng and the others still feel their eyes hurt, as if they are burning or pressing, and they will not be able to support the explosion at any time.

It was not only their eyes that could not be supported. Each of their skin was stinging alarms, as if it was exposed to the sun at noon, when the sun was at its strongest, and layers of skin were about to take off.

Ning Feng and others' hearts were as shocked as the waves, and the world was constantly shaking.

Eyes and skin, it's fine. They can even feel that the so-called Buddhist sacrificial skin of the world cannot produce any protective effect under the sudden burst of strong light, as if their souls were exposed naked, and they could feel a sense of disintegration of ice and snow at any time.

No one doubted that after a few breaths of time, their souls would melt away and they could not die again.

However, at this moment, no one panics.

Because, in front of them, there was a great Nascent Soul monk on his side - the Sanren God Cook!

"snort!"

The Sanren Divine Cook snorted coldly, stepped forward, and pressed one hand on the ear of the innate Yiqi Hunyuan Ding.

"brush!"

A barrier of light expanded with the innate Qi Hunyuan Cauldron as the center, forming a semicircle, protecting everyone behind.

The strong light is still sweeping across the world, filling every inch of space. When encountering this semicircular light barrier, it slid towards the reef like flowing water, sliding towards both sides.

“It’s really…”

Ning Feng and others put down their hands and looked at the scene in front of them in a daze. The shallow words could no longer describe the shock in their hearts at this moment.

In front of them, an unimaginable scene was happening.

Big trees wither silently, then from branches and leaves to bark to the main trunk, all of which become powder and annihilate in the light;

Birds and beasts melted directly in the strong light before they even had time to let out a scream.

The whole world that can be seen is like a vivid picture. Before the ink is dried, it is wiped over by a large sleeve. All the traces are wiped into a dark and hazy piece, and they cannot be distinguished from each other.

"Clean...it's a vast white area, so clean..."

Ning Feng opened his eyes wide and looked at the empty scene in front of him. He never knew that the whole world could be like this. Looking at the scene in front of him, he truly realized the vast feeling.

"If it weren't for him..."

Ning Feng looked at the back of the chef who was sanren not far away in front of him and felt that the tall things that were not adjusted before were all dissipated into emptiness under the power of his ability to wipe away all traces.

"The Nascent Soul Cultivator is the Nascent Soul Cultivator!"

"When will I be like him?"

Ning Feng unconsciously moved forward and walked step by step behind the Sanren God Chef. Seeing him leisurely, he still had spare energy, and couldn't help but envy him.

Before seeing this scene, Ning Feng kept his eyes on the back of Yuanshi Bridge. Now, for the first time, he felt that there were actually many scenery on the road before that.

"On the road to immortal cultivation, every step has its own appearance and its scenery, so there is no need to be too ambitious."

Ning Feng's eyes seemed to be about to grow a hand, which made the chef in front of him feel uncomfortable. He twisted his shoulders and shook his butt, and did not dare to turn his back to Ning Feng. He turned his head and looked over strangely.

"how?"

The actions of the God-Cook scared Ning Feng instead, and he asked in surprise.

While asking, Ning Feng was also paying attention to the situation of the innate Qi Hunyuan Ding. The light shield must not be gone, otherwise their fate would not be much better than the trees that can't even see a leaf now.

"No, nothing."

The chef of Sanren God shook his head, but muttered in his heart: "This kid, why is his eyes so strange? If you want to compare, it will be the same as the old chef. I see fresh ingredients, which is really panicking."

Thinking of this, it would not prevent him from praising him: "The kid is not brave enough and dares to get so close. Are you not afraid that the old chef will not take good care of him for a while?"

Ning Feng smiled and shook his head and said, "Not afraid."

"Oh?" The old chef looked over with interest and waited for his explanation.

Ning Feng answered honestly: "Although I am afraid of death, I trust the elders of the sect more. Since the elders think that seniors of the sanren can take good care of us, they will definitely do it."

He said this firmly without hesitation, revealing that trust, whether it is the sect's predecessors or the ability of the sanctified chef in front of him.

The fellow disciples who followed Ning Feng heard it one by one, their eyes were strange, and they were muttering in their hearts: "Ning Feng is such a talkative person, isn't he smearing honey in his mouth?"

The chef of Sanren and God shared the same feeling, feeling that Ning Feng's words were neither humble nor arrogant, and they made people feel comfortable all over. They could hear them so much that they could hear them. Even he could enjoy his eyes.

"Good kid, it's not in vain for my bowl of ten-full soup."

Ning Feng blinked and burped, which was a suffocation. When asked about the smell in his mouth, he felt sick again. If it weren't for the person in front of him, he would have the urge to spit out the stock in his stomach.

"Hey!"

The chef of Sanren God smiled and said, "You kid are smart, but you don't know the treasure. When you look back at the old boy Tianyunzi, he has to give the chef a favor."
Chapter completed!