Lord of All Realms

A wave of energy fluctuates in the fierce battle zone of Yuan Demon, afraid of crushing the beginners of the Sanctuary.

Nietian's nine-star eyes, close to the fierce war zone, actively stopped.

Through star vision, soul perception, Netian went to capture that area, the ultimate spiritual power, and the agitation of the power of qi and blood, a subbursting shock, the mutation, the mysteries of heaven and earth, and blood.

In the hidden space, he can see the magical face of the uncharted god, and the true body of the great power of the Yuan Demon.

The two men's divine facies, demonic bodies, are all 10,000 heights, hidden in the deepest depths of the crushing battlefield, surrounded by a cluster, different properties of energy light groups, looking blurred.

The ultimate, purest spiritual power of heaven and earth, at the behest of the law of the gods of the Mo Dynasty, seems to be shifting in the boundaries, the sun and moon alternating, the stars crumbling, the four seasons of infinite wonder.

Its spiritual power, without any attributes, can, when he uses his full strength, as if he can change the world of flames, the cold ice, the thunderous explosion, the infinite changes.

The Yuan Demon honors the immensely tall body, like a demon god who has stood in the star river since ancient times, giving a sense of terror in the ancient world, called the male heavens and the earth.

This is completely different from the sense of elegance and grandeur when you come out of the Demonic Fortress.

“Whoops!”

A purple bloodlight, flying out of the fierce war zone, shines like a purple sun.

The purple sun-like bloodstream, along the edges, bursts apart, giving rise to purple rainbows and flames, is changing dramatically again, condensing itself into an elegant form before the return of a Grand Magic without blood veins.

“Hurrah! ”

All of a sudden, from the divine phase of the Mojo, a divine figure split apart.

Each split apart moose gives a sense of flesh and blood, and of the truth of the soul.

More than a dozen mojos, led together, exhibited the many delicate spirits recorded in the ancient temple of the broken stars, and the Yuan Demon's great prince, born body, fought along the edge.

Nietian's nine-star eyes, halfway through the air, staring down at the fierce battle.

Soon, whether the Qi and blood of the great Yuan Demon, or the soul of the Mo Dynasty, fell into the collision ground, and rushed into that magnetic field chaos, the central area where all kinds of forces converged.

Deep in the void, there is a strand that makes Nietian feel the breath of choking.

He just thought a little bit, and he realized that the breath of suffocation was supposed to be the episcopal spirituality of the Spiritual Church, the great spirits of the ancient gods, the dragons, and the grand honor level of the peoples.

Divine domains, or the spirits at the top of the tenth order, are also watching implicitly, the battle between Yuan Demon and Mo.

“This battle, regardless of victory or loss, will be won as long as the elders live.” Ni Tian felt that horrible smell through his starry eyes, and thought to himself: “The elders entered the middle of the divine domain, and had a war with the bloodthirsty greatness, immediately challenged the greatness of Yuan Demon...”

“Extreme spiritual power can also breed infinite transformation. Spiritual power, is the most common and easily mastered attributeless power. ”

“The Great Elder, relying on the pure power of the Spirit, can scream with the Grand Master Yuan Demon. In a short time, there has been no sign of defeat. ”

“Spiritual power, spiritual power...”

With starry eyes, Nie Tian felt the spiritual power of the moon, gave his divine soul thoughts, changed thousands of places, and the blood of Yuan Demon greatness, caused many talents wonderful, one by one conflict, fierce collision, seemed to gradually have some touch.

His eyes, gradually closing, just stargaze, observe, feel.

He also subconsciously went to actively gather to absorb, destroy the depths of the battlefield, the spiritual Qi of heaven and earth that also exists, into the Dantian Spiritual Sea, the spiritual Dan that has no attributes.

He looked at that, crystalline, part of the lindane that condensed into solids.

He slowly became enlightened.

……

Crush the battlefield, another mysterious place.

A brilliant river floats in the sky, a shadow appears, unknown where it extends.

In the splendid river, a scene emerges from time to time, a scene that seems to travel back and forth in time past, present and future as someone's mood changes.

From time to time, strange gravel is drawn out of that magnificent river.

A lean figure, sitting still in the sky, wondering whether it was a fake long river, constantly absorbing strange gravel, while refining himself with gravel, enlightened, the wonder of that strange river.

He, just disappeared years of witch silence.

If Nie Tian were here, he would discover that his master's witch silence realm, from the previous spiritual realm, has entered the late phase of the idyllic realm, and the realm is still unknowingly growing.

As if, in that magnificent river, there was all the nutrients he needed to cultivate, build, understand the power of time.

He has been here ever since, drawing from the river of time, the only power of time he can acquire, the rare sand and gravel of the land, including the wonders of time.

“Hoo!”

In the splendid river, Ni Tian's figure was suddenly reflected.

The witch's silence raised her head and her eyes were incredible, as if slowly and slightly returning from the millions of years of passing.

“How long has it been, this boy? How did you find him? ”

When the witch awoke, all of a sudden, it sensed the depths of the crushing battlefield, and there was an astonishing battle.

His heart thought that the river of time was once again transformed, giving a quiet presentation of the magic of the Great Magic of the Yuan and the God of the Mo 'er, but still in a vague state.

“It turns out this level of peak fighting! ”

The soul, drifting in the river of time, in a passing age, pursuing the transformation of life, the avenues of heaven and earth, the silence of the broken boundaries, was finally utterly moved.

He silenced and retracted his consciousness, scattered across the river of time.

The river of glorious times gradually became illusory until it was hidden.

But his communication with the River of Time still existed, and he looked up, and his eyes could see the River of Time that seemed to disappear, and it was there.

It's just that ordinary people can't see.

He left temporarily and walked toward where Ni Tian was without haste or slowness.

……

Deep in the Blood Mountains, the Stone Nation's Castle.

Eight stone statues, in a large square, surrounded by the most powerful stone tribe, seemed to be held, some sort of ancient sacrifice ceremony.

From the shattered stone towns, the streets, the corners, all flew away, a glimmer of bright power.

Strength is inextricably linked, crystalline and electric, integrating into the most powerful Stone people.

The Stone people, like the Gu Ling people, were a powerful race of life in the ancient and rugged times, but the race was almost extinct only because of later battles with demons, demons, devils, and ghosts.

“Boom!”

Suddenly, a figure of heaven and earth, like God, stopped over the Stone Castle.

If Nie Tian were here, he would have seen at first sight that he was out in the Dead Star Sea, the Great Spirit of Heaven.

“You…”

The giant spirit named Chatwick, overlooking below, was filled with pity and a hint of sadness and helplessness.

……