Xuanhuan: Me!Start the creation of Tianji Pavilion

Wherever the light of the eyes reaches, the black fire rises and burns everything. Even a true immortal cannot sustain three breaths in front of the light of the eyes.

He is the most powerful Demon Lord of the Heavenly Demon Clan, but suffered from the suppression of the original tiny world, his cultivation was suppressed, and he was infinitely close to the level of the Immortal King.

Now, for unknown reasons, the tiny world where the Sky Demons live is bordering on another huge world.

The way of heaven in the tiny world has also been snatched away, and replaced by an unprecedented grand will.

The demon lord, who was born only for destruction, instantly let go of the suppression of his cultivation, unscrupulously broke through the barrier that had plagued him for hundreds of millions of years, and easily triggered the Immortal King Tribulation.

As long as you succeed in crossing the tribulation, you can become an immortal king!

"This seat, Immortal King of Spirit Wood."

"People from the Heavenly Demon Clan cannot become kings."

The Spirit Wood Immortal King manifested as the Divine Tree of God, its thick roots penetrated deep into the vast land, and the blue crown rushed into the thick Immortal King Tribulation Cloud. Although it was chopped off countless branches and leaves, it was like a broken bamboo, and it went straight to the demon lord The position where the real body is located is whipped!

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the entire void collapsed, as if a black hole had emerged.

The world after fusion is more tenacious and powerful, otherwise, this pumping will blow up all the barriers of the world.

"what……"

"You have to die!"

The demon lord's figure fell out of the Immortal King's Tribulation Cloud, his lower body had been wiped out in ashes, and the broken limbs sprayed billowing demonic energy, as well as a fountain of black blood.

Chapter 276 Your way is not as good as mine

"All things compete for natural selection, and survive in accordance with the law of the weak and the strong. Your demon clan was born out of the Chaos Demon God, and is the common enemy of all creatures. It is only natural to kill you today!"

The voice of the Immortal King Lingmu turned into substantial ripples, sweeping in all directions, skillfully avoiding the center of the Three Realms where the Tianji Pavilion is located, and resounding through the remaining thirty tiny worlds!

"it is good!"

"Very good!"

"The demon lord will never die, our Heavenly Demon Race will never be destroyed, we are born to be destroyed!"

"Beyond the barriers of the world, I don't know how many Chaos Demon Gods are watching. I will remember your breath!"

The demon lord roared wildly, and his body shattered inch by inch, turning into a pitch-black devilish energy that drifted away with the wind.

But within the body of the Immortal King Lingmu, there are strands of devilish energy growing, turning into terrifying curse marks, which are imprinted into the Dao Foundation and the soul, which cannot be exorcised at all.

This is an evil curse issued at the cost of life by a devil who is infinitely close to the level of the fairy king. Even the fairy king cannot avoid it!

Even through the thick barriers of the world, he felt that there seemed to be many cold and evil eyes staring at him.

"It's troublesome."

The Spirit Wood Immortal King coughed up a mouthful of black blood, not only was there rising devil energy, but also accompanied by a trace of thunder. Just now, he forcibly interrupted the demon lord's crossing tribulation, and he was also affected by the scourge of heaven, and suffered serious injuries. The precipitation of the immortal power is extremely strong, so it didn't hurt the foundation. It's just a curse mark in the soul, and I don't know how to get rid of it.

"It is rumored that the senior master of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion has the ability to see into the heavenly secrets. If a little opportunity leaks through his fingers, he must be able to solve my problem."

Immortal King Lingmu made up his mind to go to interview the owner of Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets when the situation stabilized when he was free.

Only now did he make a tough move, not only to cut grass and roots, but also to knock the mountain and shake the tiger.

The sons of luck who came out of these tiny worlds, many of whom are close to the immortal kings, are the favorites of luck that carry the entire small world. Everyone started to attack the Immortal King, and the situation will be very turbulent for a while. If they don't show their strength, these sons of luck will probably rush to compete for the cultivation resources such as the territory, the cave, and the blessed land.

Since the territory of the spirit wood world is the largest of the 34 worlds, the number of tiny worlds bordering it is also the largest, with twenty of them, such as the demons and giants. There are not many, most of them are huddled in their own tiny world, watching the situation.

……

Sword world.

Sitting cross-legged on the Sword God Mountain, Mo Jianyi looked at the silver and white divine splendors falling from the sky with a pair of cool eyes.

"Six tiny worlds."

"My opportunity in the sword world has finally come."

A divine sword, crystal clear, only the size of a palm, moves at will, just suspended above the sky spirit cover, it makes the void violently twisted, and its mighty power can hardly be contained.

The sword of the heart, the sword of the will, this is the crystallization of Mo Jianyi's cultivation. It combines all the powers of his spirit, spirit, foundation, and soul. That's it.

A heart sword, together with the traditional sword power, is quite different from the traditional sword power, which breaks ten thousand spells with one sword. There are many strange things that he has explored by himself. Today, there are five generations of disciples at the foot of Sword God Mountain, and the highest cultivation level has reached Great Emperor, Mo Jianyi can be regarded as a successor, and it has blossomed and bore fruit.

At the beginning, Ye Changqing promised that after a hundred years, he would be able to become an immortal king. Now it has been 80 years, and there are still 20 years left before he can truly become a king!

"Immortal King..."

Holding the heart sword in his hand, Mo Jianyi fluttered like a banished fairy, his cool eyes scanned the seven tiny worlds bordering the sword world, and rose up!

On that day, the Sword Immortal, who had been sitting on the Sword God Mountain for decades, moved upon hearing the wind, manifested his heart sword, and rushed down the mountain!

……

"This seat is asking for some basic materials."

"Saints and holy kings are all acceptable."

"Take it and leave, without harming your life."

On a strange land, there are creatures called the Blade Clan.

They were born as knives, and each individual can be said to be a spiritual weapon. They cultivate and survive in a strange form, and their cultivation is distinguished by the long-term accumulation of time.

A thousand-year-old sword is comparable to a saint.

The Ten Thousand Years Sword is comparable to the Holy King.

The 10-year sword is comparable to the Holy Emperor.

The Million Years Emperor Sword is comparable to the Great Emperor.

The thousand-year immortal sword is comparable to a true immortal.

Now, standing in front of him is a 9000 million-year-old fairy sword, with combat power, it may have faintly broken through the limit of a real fairy.

This saber is in the form of a human being, male and female are indistinguishable, black hair like needles, eyes full of sword light, iron clothes shining, from the burly body, hundreds of millions of zhangs of saber energy are gushing out, it is really domineering.

"Your way of the sword."