Traveling through the heavens as a myth

As the name suggests, the space is cracked!

Around the white axe, there is a circle of fine black cracks.

The color of the crack is darker than the night and deeper than the deep sea.

That is a space crack!

The white axe and the black space cracks set off each other, the white is whiter, and the black is blacker.

Unlike the huge momentum that accompanies the previous casual blow, this move made no sound.

The axe flashed across the sky quietly, without a strong momentum, but seemed to split the sky in half.

This is Li Ju's full blow!

The Li Ju tribe, who knows the strength of his tribal chief, straightened his body, his head was high, and his expression was full of pride and pride.

This is their leader, this is the chief of Li Jubu!

The clansmen of the Li Yin tribe looked worried, and looked anxiously at the axe light on this side, and then at Ning Yang on the other side, to see how he prepared to resist this terrifying blow.

Ning Yang is the prophet of the ancestors.

They saw Ning Yang pull out the Human Emperor Sword with their own eyes, and they saw the Huangdi phantom.

Ning Yang is the hope for the re-emergence of the Jiuli, and it is the "miracle" they have been waiting for for so many years.

What if Ning Yangshan only affects the future of the Jiuli people?

With these thoughts in mind, several members of the Lebanese tribe turned their heads to look at the great chieftain Leban, hoping that he could protect Ning Yang if necessary.

Li Tan also seemed to be a little nervous, his eyes fixed on Ning Yang, his right hand was holding his long sword tightly, as if ready to shoot at any time.

In the air, Ning Yang looked at the rapid attack of the axe, his expression also became solemn.

He felt danger from the axe.

"A big shot!"

"Vulcan body!"

With the explosion of secret methods and supernatural powers, Ning Yang's breath soared, which was worth breaking through the Yuandan realm and reaching the threshold of the human realm.

Ning Yang felt the essence of his whole body begin to gather, and finally about three inches above his head, an illusory human flower condensed.

Seeing this illusory flower of humans, Li Ju felt a little uncomfortable, perhaps his own splitting axe would return without success.

When Li Ju saw Human Flower, his nervous expression suddenly relaxed, but he still held the long sword in his right hand.

"Thunder Gun!"

The crimson Zhu Rong fire rose, the silver thunder sizzled, the fusion of thunder and fire, Ning Yang's current strongest blow, pierced out.

There was no dazzling light, no violent roar, the thunder gun collided with the axe, as if nothing had happened.

Then, starting from the collision, the two attacks began to annihilate silently, like green smoke, and disappear completely without a trace when the wind blows.

This weird sight made the scene silent, there was no cheering, no whispering, not even breathing.

Everyone was shocked and held their breath!

"Woohoo!"

"Wow!"

A gust of wind blew the leaves dancing lightly, and also brought a touch of life to this deadly place.

Everything came alive again.

Rapid breathing sounded, and some people seemed to be held back severely, exhaling with their mouths and noses, making a sound like a broken bellows.

Everyone whispered first, then their voices grew louder and louder.

"Even able to catch the chief's full blow!"

"Worthy of the prophet!"

"You Jiuli!"

"You Jiuli!"

...

The chaotic exclamation gradually turned into a unified shout, their expressions were frantic, bitter, and hopeful.

"it is good!"

Li Ju put away the giant axe, looked directly at Ning Yang on the opposite side, and solemnly said: "Li Ju's department welcomes the prophet. Bless Jiuli!"

"You Jiuli."

Ning Yang yelled, then followed Li Ju to the ground.

Li Ju's tribe had already recognized the identity of the Rao of Ning Yang's prophecy, so Li Ju ordered the disbanding of the assembled Li Ju tribe's elite, bringing Ning Yang, Li Tan and others into a wooden house together.

Everyone is seated.

Li Ju raised a wine glass and said, "I misunderstood the practice of Li's corruption. For the sake of the prophet, there is nothing wrong with conflict with the Xuanwu Dynasty."

Then, Li Ju raised his head and drank all the wine in his glass "gudonggudong".

The misunderstanding was officially resolved, Li Ju also admitted his mistake, and the atmosphere in the wooden house suddenly became cheerful.

After being promoted to the Yuan Dan realm, the cultivator can already bigu, and only needs to absorb the vitality of the earth to survive.

For mortals, this is the first-rate fairy in the storybook.

However, if you can bigu, it doesn't mean that you must go to "dinner style drink dew".

Many monks still retain the habit of eating, but it is no longer for survival, but for enjoyment, or other higher-level things.

Ning Yang had no interest in drinking, but he still had a drink to show respect.

The speculation about the golden light spot just now remained in Ning Yang's mind. It would be good to simply take this opportunity to ask.

Therefore, Ning Yang looked at Li Xiang and asked, "Great Chief, is there any way to gather all the tribes of the Jiuli tribe?"

When Li Tan heard the words, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and said: "I and Li Ju were just about this matter, but you didn't expect you to mention it first.