As soon as Yang Junhui's divine wheel opened, the heaven and earth changed color.

Even if the way of heaven in this world is not him, he can still rely on the entire central imperial world to maintain his powerful power output.

“Not bad.”

The Dead Emperor still exclaimed: "But it's a pity that you are too young."

In an instant, inscriptions appeared one after another.

These inscriptions are filled with a breath of darkness and the smell of death.

This kind of inscription is called the Dead text, and in short, it is an inscription dedicated to the Dead spirit.

But Yang Junhui was not outdone, his whole body was shining with golden light, and patterns appeared one after another.

Dao pattern is most common in the central imperial world, but it is different.

His Taoist pattern is the pattern of the way of heaven, and it contains the ultimate power of the way of heaven, and no one can defeat it.

"boom......."

With a loud bang, the sky exploded.

The ground shattered into countless pieces.

All the bones on the ground turned into powder.

The light remained the same, and Yang Junhui stood there faintly.

In the darkness on the other side, the Necromancer Emperor has not spoken for a long time.

Neither side could see what was going on.

But that moment just now was definitely the world's top collision.

"Come again!"

A voice came.
Chapter completed!