Everyone let out an exclamation at this moment.

They are masters of calamity reduction who have survived the second disaster. At this level of cultivation, they are already able to skillfully borrow the power of the laws of the Three Thousand Avenues.

However, the source of all the power of laws lies in the Dao of Heaven.

Heavenly Dao has the origin of three thousand avenues. If a monk wants to break the tribulation and become a saint, he will be suppressed by Heavenly Dao with the power of the origin. What appears above Canglong's head now is the origin power of Yimu Law!

At this moment, the power of the Heavenly Tribulation will no longer spread to everyone, and all the killing moves will be concentrated on Cang Long alone.

The Twelve Transformation Tribulations are about to begin. Many people stretch their necks and spread their spiritual consciousness, wanting to see what is in the depths of the vortex? What kind of existence is the original power?

This opportunity is once in a lifetime and no one wants to miss it!

However, no matter how they stretched their necks and racked their brains, they still couldn't see clearly the end of the whirlpool. They could only feel that there was a layer of fog inside. As long as their consciousness came a little closer, there was a stabbing pain in their minds, and they soon felt dizzy.

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"not good!"

The twelve transmutation tribulations were horrified, and they all withdrew their spiritual consciousness in unison, each using their own mental methods to drive away the dizzy feeling in the sea of ​​consciousness.

It was at this time that Canglong moved.

He did not escape, but activated the escape light and faced the vortex above his head.

Deep in the vortex, the glow flashed, and countless green vines rushed out, spreading rapidly in the air, like a huge sky net.

Canglong narrowed his eyes slightly, spit out "Qiankun Qi Circle" from his mouth, and placed it on top of his head.

Dense vines fell from the sky and soon formed a cage, locking Canglong inside and unable to move!

At the top of Wuming Peak, everyone had different expressions when they saw this scene.

Among them, Gui Wuqi shook his head slightly, sighed and said: "Obviously, I have worked hard for many years to get something, but now I have betrayed myself. It feels uncomfortable to think about it... In front of the origin of the avenue, the power of law

Unable to use it, this is simply a losing battle!"

"That's not necessarily the case!"

Demon Lord Qingyun, who was in the "Qinghe Water Formation" with him, smiled and said: "If you want to achieve the status of a saint, you must obtain the power of the source. Heaven uses the source to kill Canglong. Doesn't Canglong want to take this opportunity to steal Heaven's power?

The origin? Be patient, the fun has just begun, we still don’t know who will laugh in the end, Canglong or Tiandao!”

After hearing this, Gui Wuqi snorted coldly and did not answer.

In his eyes, Demon Lord Qingyun is just a low-level casual cultivator. He has never heard of this person before. Although he has become famous in the past hundred years, he still looks down on him because of his status.

Demon Lord Qingyun didn't care, he just smiled and turned to look at the Canglong in mid-air, with a trace of excitement hidden deep in his eyes.

At this moment, Canglong was completely trapped in the vine cage.

His power of law cannot be used, and he is unable to fight against the law of heaven. If it were not for the "Qiankun Circle" to help him hold on to his vital points, he might have been killed by the law of heaven.

Even so, the scope of the "Qiankun One Qi Circle" is also constantly shrinking. It is estimated that in a few moments, this magic weapon will not be able to support it.

Cang Long's face was extremely solemn. He sat cross-legged in the cage and quickly performed the martial arts with one hand. He seemed to be brewing some kind of powerful magical power.

Gradually, his body became transparent, like an ice statue floating on the top of the Nameless Peak.

A gust of breeze blew by, and Canglong's body suddenly fell apart.

His limbs, five senses, torso, and hair all disappeared, as if a long river burst its banks, turning into countless fluorescent balls the size of fingernails, floating in the air.

From a distance, Cang Long looked like a person in a painting who was suddenly wiped away with water. Not only did his body disappear, but even his breath could no longer be sensed...

At this moment, above the sky, the blue dragon completely disappeared.
Chapter completed!