The temple of clouds, pale statues on all sides.

The originally white and auspicious clouds turned black. The hundreds of ancestors of the Good Realm are now living on the clouds, as if soaking in the ink sea. The ancestors' perception is extremely powerful. They can find that the spirits in the Taoist temple are being eroded and transformed. These spirits no longer have vitality. If they are driven, they will be more or less corroded, which makes the ancestors of the Good Realm dare not act rashly.

When they talked, explored, looked up at the center of the Yunduan Temple, where the clouds were still white.

The ancestor who is qualified to be in the center has more than three images. At this time, these images overlap behind the manifested statues, majestic and tall, and the majesty exudes forced the suppressed aura to retreat.

The ancestor of the Good Realm was in a stalemate with the four fallen creatures. The strange laughter of the previous ears was still echoing in his ears, but the ancestors were not afraid, they were waiting for the coming of the law.

The statue of the hundreds of ancestors in the Good Realm has completely recovered, not only the clouds, but also the Taoist rulings of the hundreds of ancestors.

Deep in the mountains, the Taotong Palace and the vast earth, beams of light reach the sky, with great momentum. The creatures on the earth raised their heads and found that the light pillars of the sky were rising, either the statue of the ancestor's god, the body of the hideous beast, the sacred golden body, or the statue of the gods who help the world.

This power shocks all living beings in the good world.

"This is... the third image of the Beast Ancestor! The statue that has been suppressed in the depths of the mountains for a long time is rumored to suppress a true beast that has competed with. How many years has this statue not stood up? It has become one with the mountains!" Among the mountains, thousands of demons leaned over in horror, and several demon emperors gathered outside the huge void left after the statue rose. This void was extremely conspicuous among the mountains, as if a large piece of the entire earth had been dug out.

The Demon King also leaned over to worship the departing statue, and tensed his nerves at the same time.

"Is the sky going to collapse?" One of the Cow-Horn Demon Kings sighed. He stared at the dark sky and the pouring blood rain. In just a few days, this was the third blood rain, which means that three ancestors had returned to their death in these days.

They are not qualified to know directly what happened to the Hundred Ancestors above the clouds, but the Demon Emperor knew that they had never seen the nirvana of the ancestors in the accounts of them and even their ancestors. Blood Rain had not visited this land for a long time. Now the third beast Ancestor is getting up in their eyes, making the sense of crisis that shrouded his heart even better.

"The statues of the hundreds of ancestors are rising and reaching the sky." Another demon king replied.

They stared at the sky, and a feeling of discomfort gradually grew in their hearts.

At the same time, in the land of the hundreds of schools in the world, the disciples in the family were frightened and uneasy.

The most powerful Confucianism suffered heavy damage a few days ago. In the news of the emperors' interactions, the center of the Confucian land was submerged by the ocean of vows, and the collapsed corpses of the god statue were soaked in the ocean of vows. There were countless Confucian children floating with the waves of the ocean of vows. The emperors were also very careful when they went there. Vows may be a huge tonic for the creatures at the level of the real one, but for creatures who have not reached the real one, it is a deadly poison and does not even have the qualification to touch them. Therefore, the sentient beings and people in the Confucian land can only migrate and stay away as far as possible from the still expanding ocean of vows.

The children of hundreds of families were frightened because they could not predict whether the next ancestor who would rebel was his own ancestor.

Once the ancestor returns to silence, the Taoist system will be broken and everything will be submerged and swallowed by the turmoil caused by the collapse of the statue of the gods.

The children of a hundred families guarded the statues day and night and prayed for them, but at this moment, the statues woke up and shined with divine light. People in the Taoist throne could see the statues rise up and soar into the sky.

"Does the ancestor take the second statue? What kind of changes have he suffered?"

"Not stop!" an old man shouted. The moment the old man finished his voice, the earth roared and cracked. A giant figure covered with scales stepped on the earth from the abyss. It raised its head and looked down at the people in this area. There was a pearl at the center of its eyebrows, emitting bright light. After a while, the giant beast flew into the sky, following the previous statue of the god, leaving the world, turning into a pillar of light to the clouds.

"The third image of the ancestor! The ancestor took away all the bone statues!"

At this moment, all the good worlds and all the scenes are being staged.

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A hundred schools of thought contend in the small world, and the dark sea roars.

The vitality of the filth is too strong, and it still wants to revive. The head of the statue turns, and the sea water floods its body, but it can never escape its head. At this time, the pair of eyes staring in Li Chengqi's direction, and Yang Lianyue beside Li Chengqi.

The black spirit surges.

But suddenly, all these spirits disappeared, the sky was clear and bright, and two starry palms tear the dome.

The broken law outside the world is seen with the filth that is stitched in the branches. The golden lines constructed by the holy are broken and scattered all over the ground. Therefore, an existence that does not belong to the controversy of a hundred schools of thought comes.

The filth glanced into the cracks in the sky, trembling all over.

The filth has no rational thinking, and it is instinct trembling and fear. It is just a glance at the creature that is about to tear apart the sky and descending to this world.

"Crack..." Along the full moon, branches-shaped cracked roads appeared in the sky.

A dark arm stretched out, spreading its five fingers.

The dull sword in Li Chengqi's hand was out of his hand and turned into a sword light to run towards the sky. The sword body expanded wildly until it was level with the mountain range of the earth, and the eight-sided sword body reflected this world. The hand held the ancient red bronze sword, and in an instant the fire light rose to cover the world. The entire sky was dyed red and the skyline was golden, as if the sunset disappeared and the last ray of afterglow remained at the sky.

The filth finally understood why the wound caused by the sword could not heal, because this sword belonged to an older and more noble existence.

Tianlei is too young compared to him.

On the sea, the pale statues of gods were squirming and roaring, unwilling to die.

But the arm gently waved the ancient sword and splashed all the fire on earth. The afterglow of dusk fell to the earth, covering all visible things and pictures.

Li Chengqi and Yang Lianyue subconsciously raised their hands to block the hot and bright light.

At some point, golden branches and leaves extended from the cracks, caught them and took them away from the world.

Their souls are like floating constantly in the universe, crossing countless worlds and dark star fields, looking down, you will find a cluster of fire blooming in the depths of the dark sea of ​​mirrors.

The sea of ​​mirror is bizarre and dreamy, with golden branches acting as their land and leaves acting as their sky, so that they can avoid the loss of the sea of ​​mirror.

Until the light reappears, they see the land of the good world.

But the journey had not stopped. They were led all the way to the clouds and were accommodated by a jade token. Li Xi'an stood next to the jade token. He held the sword in one hand and the crown of the hundred schools of thought in the other - the fetus of the world that surged in the clouds.

Li Chengqi was stunned. He didn't even have time to be surprised when he met his superiors' ability to break through the law.

Because something even more terrifying occupied his mind, and when he reached the clouds, the extremely strange aura became more obvious and more barbaric!

He is familiar with this aura.
Chapter completed!