From the Perfect World

"Boom!"

The mountains and forests with a radius of hundreds of miles shook, and the ferocious birds and beasts fled in panic. The birds flew away from their nests.

The sacred kingdom that was falling down from the eternal fairy light had already been knocked down for hundreds of miles by a series of overbearing and mysterious punches, and the voice of Meng Shenji, the number one person in the world, had not been heard for a long time.

There is only roaring echoing between heaven and earth.

And several martial artists who were attracted by the monstrous celestial light and the soaring fist. The reason why only warriors come is because the fist intent here is too amazing, filling all things in the world, ghosts and immortals who have not survived the thunder calamity will be wiped out in an instant if they want to get out of their bodies.

Instead of being able to drive Taoism out of the body, most Taoist practitioners have no difference between their bodies and mortals, and cannot span hundreds of miles in a short time.

"A group of ants dare to spy on the top battle. It's really too long." The champion Hou Yangan sneered, which aroused the glaring glare of a master who was second only to the martial saint, but soon, living in Yujing City The nearby grandmaster showed horror and recognized Yang An's identity.

"Lord Champion Hou."

The master trembled and spoke. Even though he is nearly forty now, he has to bow his head to Yang An, who is only seventeen or eighteen years old, and call him an adult.

Across hundreds of thousands of miles in a foreign land, the number one champion in the army.

This is the youngest martial sage in the legend, the champion who led the army to defeat the coalition forces of the Western Regions and made great contributions to Dagan.

"Go away." Yang An waved his hand, and ignored the grandmaster. Thinking of his champion Hou Qiyu has countless encounters, and there are several martial saints under his command. The Eagle King, one of the eight great demons in the world, is also willing to be his lackey. Naturally, he looks down on a master who has not become a martial saint.

When Yang An was distracted, Hong Yi quietly left here. He used his legs to exert strength, his blood rose, and he ran towards the direction of Yujing City as fast as a galloping horse.

"In a battle of this level, even if I survived the five-fold lightning tribulation, I wouldn't dare to stay for a long time. Yang An has the right way to die."

After running for a long time, the roaring sound became smaller and smaller, from deafening to inaudible. Only then did Hong Yi slow down and let out a mouthful of foul air.

"die!"

A stern shout resounded through the world, it was thin and cold, and contained a sense of supreme majesty. It seems to be a judgment issued by the emperor sitting in the heaven.

At the same time, there is a tyrannical and incomprehensible fist mark reflecting the heaven and earth. In this fist, the ultimate change, the evolution of four images and five elements, opens up a vast world in the deepest part of the void, which will last forever.

The great world envelops the eternal kingdom, and as the years go by, the vicissitudes of the sea change, and it goes from new life to perdition in the blink of an eye. The earth, water, wind and fire are surging, turning into Taoist fists, hitting the eternal kingdom, and hitting the dream machine.

The seven styles of cutting off the sky...all things become enlightened.

In the continuous trembling of the eternal kingdom, the great thousand worlds finally shattered, and the incomparable destructive force erupted, penetrating the heavens and the earth, tearing the turbulent void at the highest point of the sky, penetrating the core of the earth, leaving an abyss behind.

"ah!"

The faint scream seemed to pass through the space, and reached Hong Yi's ears, which made his heart jump, and a touch of horror appeared in his heart.

"The Dream God Machine that has ruled the world for hundreds of years...has fallen?"

Hong Yi was frightened by his conjecture, this is the dream machine with the king of artifacts! But at the same time, thinking of the mystery of the Book of Changes, he couldn't help but imagine the future.

...

On the big sun that moves according to the eternal and fixed track, flames billowed like dragons, and golden crows screamed. A palace seemed to exist forever, standing in the sea of ​​flames, with the inscription 'Palace of the Sun'.

After nine times of thunder calamity, Emperor Shang, who was wearing the Mao-ri dharma robe, opened his fiery eyes and cast his eyes on the vast world.

"An ever-changing immortal? Shattering the vacuum? Sun God?"

Shang Huang remained silent, and after being puzzled, he slowly closed his eyes.

Like thousands of years before, he was far away from the great world,

Don't interfere with the 'mortal world', continue to be the overlord of this sun star, and comprehend the Yangshen Dao.

...

In the boat of good fortune in the interlayer of void, Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji's expressions became extremely heavy.

"This person." Emperor Qian Yang Pan said slowly, "I can't afford to provoke him for the time being."

Even if Mengshenji survived the eight-fold thunder tribulation and used the eternal kingdom, it would eventually fall, let alone the unrepaired boat of good fortune. The combined cultivation base of him and Hong Xuanji is not even half that of Meng Shenji, how can he face the mysterious young man who punched and killed Meng Shenji?

"Is it a strong man who has been sleeping since ancient times, or a person who descended from another world?"

Yang Pan and Hong Xuanji looked at each other, with such doubts in their hearts.

"It's a pity for the champion, it's really not worth dying. That light that was drowned by the power of destruction is the life sword, one of the three swords of Panhuang?" Yang Pan sighed.

Suddenly. The two of them were suddenly icy cold, as if someone had seen through the void layer, penetrated the barrier of the boat of creation, and was sizing them up without any cover.

Both of them could feel that this gaze seemed to reveal a kind of banter.

"It's that person."

Emperor Qian's face suddenly changed, and he recalled once again the sense of fragility that he couldn't help but feel when he faced the strongest. The last time he felt this way was when he first came to the throne twenty years ago.

...

"The boat of good fortune."

Lin Yang slowly withdrew his gaze and stopped paying attention to Yang Pan and his ministers. He didn't have any bad feelings towards Yang Pan, nor did he have any good feelings for him. Yang Pan wanted to restore the ninety-nine supreme status of the ancient holy emperor. Yongchang regained the overseas islands of the Western Regions and became the real Lord of the Great Thousand.

Lin Yang didn't have any opinion on this.

In this world where the fist is the truth, no matter how beautiful the dream is, it is better to have a hard enough fist.

"One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred thoughts, the eternal kingdom, the alchemy recipes of the Supreme Dao, and the secret code of practice." Lin Yang's eyes flickered slightly, and the huge palm containing the true meaning of dao extinction and dao birth condensed, and slowly penetrated into the destruction The turbulent flow captured the slightly dilapidated appearance, imprinted with countless fist marks, and the dim eternal light of the holy kingdom. If it hadn't been fished out in time, its destruction would only be a matter of time.

"Accidentally, I used too much force, and unconsciously used the cut-to-heaven style, almost blowing up this king of artifacts." Whispering, the huge Eternal Kingdom slowly shrank to the size of a palm, and Lin Yang grabbed it in his palm .

"Crack!"

A thunderstorm exploded in the sky, and the rain clouds that had never faded slowly drifted towards this place, and electric arcs jumped and crackled.

"Just take advantage of today, let's go through the nine-fold thunder disaster together, and take a look at the mystery of the Creator."

Lin Yang's figure melted into the void, and fled towards the thunder cloud hundreds of miles away.

In the Great Thousand World, as long as the ascetic's soul rushes into the clouds on a thunderstorm day, it will be led into the thunderclouds filled with nine levels of thunder calamity. Every time a cultivator survives a thunder calamity, the strength of the ascetic will be significantly improved. .

"Boom!"

As the thunder rolled, Lin Yang's figure disappeared in a flash, rushing into the nine-fold thunder calamity.