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The land of holy damage, on the ancient battlefield.

The magic sword fell, splitting the sky, and the extremely sharp sword energy cut through the heavens. The mountains beside it were directly shaken to pieces.

"This is the best innate spiritual treasure. Do you still dare to take it head-on?"

The middle-aged man had a very powerful aura, and had the power to suppress the heavens. He had a crown on his head, an emperor boot on his feet, and a purple and gold robe. He had every move to suppress Huanyu. The magic sword in his hand had the power to open up the world.

The sword light fell, and a jade-like fist shattered the sword light and shook the divine sword.

"How is it possible? My divine sword is a top-notch spiritual treasure!"

The middle-aged strong man exclaimed that the saints would probably have to think about this kind of resistance with their physical body for a moment, but the man in front of him was just the perfection of the Daluo Golden Immortal.

This is simply contrary to common sense.

"It's time to end!"

Jie smiled faintly and sprayed a stream of suppression from his body, shattering space and twisting time, causing the middle-aged man to fall into it and cannot break free.

"The law of ten thousand emperors, I am the emperor of the heavens!"

The middle-aged man's face changed wildly, he roared, closed his hands, and pulled out a thick golden chain from the void, carrying the power of the heavens. He wanted to break the suppression power, but what frightened him was that he still could not get rid of it.

"The little golden dragon, but in the middle stage of the quasi-saint, still wants to hunt me? So what if the law is revealed? With the ultimate power, it will still be crushed!"

Jie sneered, smashed the golden chain with one punch, and slapped the middle-aged man on the head, shattering the true spirit of the soul. He whined all over the body, and the middle-aged man recovered his true body, but he was a five-clawed golden dragon that was thousands of feet long.

The five-clawed golden dragon, a real divine beast, has noble bloodlines and has always been able to fight beyond the level, but today it is easily slaughtered by the robbery. All the strong men who saw this scene in the distance were gasping for breath.

The Divine Sword was imprisoned and the body was taken away. The corpse moved. He raised his eyebrows and sent a message to all directions, "Go away quickly, leave the forbidden area, leave the battlefield of all worlds, and return to the original world!"

After the words were finished, he broke through the air.

On the other side, the ancient wind sword swept, and Tai Chi Taoist Seals flew out. It easily sealed the two powerful men in the early stage of the quasi-saints, and then looked at the sky, revealing a complex look.

"Have the great catastrophe really arrived?" Gu Feng murmured in his heart and shouted in a voice transmission, "Master Qin Yu, Li Xiaobai, leave with me quickly!"

In the forbidden area, nearly a hundred strong people left. Compared with the millions of strong people here, their departure did not attract anyone's attention.

In the hall of the sacred mountain.

"Use your accumulation to improve your cultivation as soon as possible!" After the old man pointed out Gu Feng, Jie and others, he suddenly said, "You don't have much time!"

Ding Feng's mind jumped fiercely and nodded silently.

All the source liquid refined from the Creation Pool is transferred to the large plane of the divine nature to expand the space, improve the origin, and enhance cultivation.

Ding Feng is dedicated to improving his cultivation while observing the changes in the battlefield.

On the battlefield, he saw many familiar figures, and saw them experiencing disasters and opportunities. While worrying, there was endless relief.

Time passes by.

"It's the forty-eighth year!" The old man suddenly spoke, "Your cultivation has also reached the perfection of the Taiyi Heavenly God!"

"Well, why is it so fast?"

Most of Ding Feng was immersed in cultivation and did not care too much about the passage of time. But when he heard what the old man said, he felt a strange feeling. In his original opinion, it would take at least a thousand years to achieve perfection of the gods, but now it is only more than forty years.

"What do you think this is? If you hadn't been for your special cultivation situation, you might have reached the peak of Daluo." The old man smiled and said, "Even if the saints yearn for it, your divine plane will have to evolve step by step, otherwise there will be regrets and this will be slow to improve."

Ding Feng felt something and nodded, "Senior, is there something big going on?"

"The 49th year of the 49th year, the saints should come." The old man said, "Once the saint comes, the great disaster will be truly launched."

Ding Feng's body shook, "Then..."

"There is no way to cut off your senses here. Contact them quickly, get out of the forbidden area and leave the battlefield of all worlds. Once the saints arrive, there will be no chance."

Ding Feng did not ask, knowing that if the old man wanted him to know, he would say it without asking, otherwise he would not get any news. He quickly contacted Gu Feng and Jie based on his soul.

"Senior, in the forty-ninth year, was it the saints who began to promote the integration of the three thousand worlds?"

Ding Feng couldn't help but ask.

“To some extent, that’s what it means!”

The old man smiled and said, "The ridiculous look made Ding Feng feel particularly strange and indescribable."

"Then... why have to wait until the 49th year?" Ding Feng asked in confusion.

"The holy lost the forbidden land, after all, it lost more than forty-nine saints, and there was also the saying of Tianyan's 49, following the way of heaven and doing what he wanted. Moreover, there is also a mountain of Tiandao here, so they need to test it!"

The old man pointed below, and the so-called "they" were explorers on the ancient battlefield.

"Tiandao Mountain? Does this mountain refer to?"

Ding Feng pointed upwards.

The old man nodded, "Yes, this is the Heavenly Dao Mountain, which contains the opportunity to become the Taoist master. For the saints, even the innate treasure is not as attractive as this!"

"The opportunity to achieve the Taoist Lord?" Ding Feng was really shocked.

"So, this is the first game in the ages!"

The old man said meaningfully.

The forty-ninth year.

The void cracked and huge figures appeared. Each figure had 30,000 miles of purple aura across the sky. There were also various strange phenomena around them: waves of Taoist sounds, fairy flowers condensed, thousands of ways circling around them, and all spirits surrendered!

"How come there are so many saints?"

When he saw a figure, Ding Feng was shocked. Obviously, these were all saints, real giants in all worlds, looking down at the common people and controlling their destiny. But what surprised him was that the number of saints was more than three thousand.

He still remembers that what Long Tian said at the time, the number of saints never reached the number of 3,000.

"Although the three thousand great worlds have been destroyed, there are still many saints, but some are not known to the world. Now that the opportunity of the Taoist master has appeared, who can sit still? Of course, it will appear. Even if it cannot be grabbed, it can still be felt in the competition."

The old man smiled and said, "What the saint pursues is only the accomplishment of the Taoist lord."

"Yes, but when they come here, how can they promote the integration of the three thousand worlds?"

“Have I said I needed them to promote integration?”

Hearing the old man's answer, Ding Feng was stunned. A sense of horror surged in his heart for no reason, and his heart began to beat wildly.

"My mission is here...!"

Ding Feng trembled, and he really trembled, and he thought of a terrible possibility.

The old man nodded slightly.

Ding Feng opened his mouth and said nothing more. He just felt that the world was too crazy, it was really too crazy.

Looking around, he saw the six saints, and for some reason, despite the first time he saw them, he still recognized their identities.

"The old supreme, middle-aged, young people are in the sky, with a bitter face, and Zhunti holding the Seven Treasures and the Holy Mother of Nuwa... All the Six Saints of the Prehistoric World are here..."

With a look, he saw two strangers again, but for some reason, he knew the identities of these two people.

"The Saint Lord of Heaven and the Saint Lord of Jiuyou in the Central World!" Ding Feng was puzzled, "How could I recognize them? I also have an extremely wonderful sense of familiarity..."

There are endless questions, and it is too late to ask!

"It's time, the Wanjie Dao Body can break through to the third turn!"

The old man suddenly looked directly at Ding Feng and explained inexplicably. "Soon, you will know everything. All of this is to fulfill you. Remember, it is to fulfill you!"

When he sighed quietly, the old man kept silent.

Ding Feng's mind trembled and he nodded.

The body source space, the divine fetus of Wanjie has already reached the peak of the second turn. If it weren't for suppression, it would have already broken through.

"Then...break through!"

Ding Feng closed his eyes, and his divine fetus trembled, swallowing the endless blood and energy accumulated in the body source space. His body, a hundred feet, broke the shackles and suddenly surged, instantly growing to a height of two hundred feet, and it did not stop.

"Refining the divine source..."

In the system space, tens of millions of divine sources were invested into the pool of creation, and in an instant it was refined into source liquid, then flew out, forming a river, flew into the body source space, and swallowed by the divine fetus.

At the same time, the punishment of heaven appeared and enveloped the Heavenly Dao Mountain.

Over the ancient battlefield, nearly 4,000 saints were floating in the air, staring at Tiandao Mountain, but no one moved. These saints knew each other's background, so they naturally would not do it easily, and were discussing it secretly.

Suddenly, the thunder clouds of heaven appeared, their faces changed drastically, and their bodies shook wildly.

"How could the Heavenly Punishment appear here?"

The saint was so powerful that he felt danger with one thought and immediately broke through the void and left, but he was frightened to discover that the sky above the ancient battlefield had been completely blocked.

"This is the Taoist master's method. Is it necessary to capture us all in one place?"

A saint has already shown fear.

"If we are contaminated with the breath of Heavenly Punishment, we will be treated as a preparatory master to test it. How can we resist it?"

To prove the master of Tao, the test of Tao must be thunder punishment.

But who has the courage to take the test? What's more, nearly four thousand saints are together now. Once the thunder punishment is overwhelmed, the power will soar. Who can resist it?
To be continued...