Deity of the whole people: Altar of the Three Spirits of Heroic Spirits, Undead Demon God

But in the next second, with the coming of weightlessness.

Wu Feng completely lost all perception of the outside world.

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"This is, Hong Huang!"

Before Wu Feng could react, a shining golden flying sword with a speed several times faster than the speed of light flew straight towards his head.

Wu Feng tried his best to avoid it.

but!

It's too late.

The golden divine substance slowly flowed out from the huge gap in Wu Feng's neck.

It quickly retracted in the next second.

It was back to normal in an instant.

But at this moment, Wu Feng's face was full of solemnity.

Almost.

If the opponent's realm is higher, or contains special rules, he will die.

With just one blow just now, 20% of the divine substance in his body was wiped out by the sharp sword breath.

One sword breaks all spells, is this the so-called sword fairy?

Although death in the place of trial here is not necessarily real.

But it will definitely lose the qualification of the son of the spirit.

And the culprit who attacked Wu Feng was the white-robed sword fairy standing proudly in the distance.

Wu Feng's heart shuddered because his cultivation was not inferior to that of the peak true god.

And this person's expression now is also very surprised.

It seemed to be strange that he clearly hit with all his strength and hit the vital point, but the enemy of the high-level true god did not die.

Just when he was hesitating and preparing to continue to control the flying sword to fight back.

Wu Feng did not give him this chance.

Here, there are no restrictions on Wu Feng's shots.

In a blink of an eye, like the interlacing of time and space, Wu Feng has arrived at the side of the white-robed sword fairy.

Raising the gun with one hand, he pulled the trigger on his head.

Facing such a life-and-death crisis, the sword fairy in white had a flash of inspiration, as if something was broken.

He actually tore open the space-time restriction that Wu Feng had placed hastily, and teleported out.

Primordial gods have always liked to refine one or more life-saving objects.

Wu Feng was not surprised by this.

The reincarnation bullet finally pierced through a mountain full of aura, setting off a huge vortex.

In the blink of an eye, the mountain and its foundations with a radius of a hundred miles were completely engulfed.

"Top Dao!" The sword fairy in white, who had escaped his life by chance, exclaimed in disbelief.

Obviously, he is no stranger to the breath of the law of reincarnation.

But Wu Feng is not interested in everything about the sword fairy in white.

Because he is very clear that everything now is just a real illusion created by the spirit through the supreme power and through the long river of time.

Everything here, including the sword fairy in white in front of him, has already been buried in the long river of time.

"Rest in peace!" He sighed softly.

A huge coercion that does not belong to the high-level true god completely enveloped the white-clothed sword fairy.

In his unbelievable eyes, Wu Feng's gigantic divine body as high as [-] feet occupied his entire field of vision.

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The Sword Immortal in White is very strong, and by surprise, he did bring a little threat to Wu Feng.

But it can only be by surprise.

Unless it is a half-step main god-level sword fairy, there is no way to threaten Wu Feng's god body comparable to half-step main god level.

Today, he has been able to achieve the point where even with only 1% of the divine substance left, he can be reborn.

After killing the sword fairy in white, Wu Feng also roughly understood the situation of this trial.

This place is obviously a low-intensity battlefield after the main world invaded the flood.

So far, although Wu Feng has discovered the aura of many prehistoric and powerful people.

But no one has the strength to surpass the peak Lord God.

In this case, as long as Wu Feng doesn't mess around, he should be able to pass the test smoothly.

As for why.

Wu Feng held back his fear and looked up at the sky, where countless terrifying auras were spreading through several boundaries.

There, the terrifying 33rd Heaven is the biggest battlefield for the main world to invade the prehistoric world.

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The prehistoric calendar is 7000 years old.

After experiencing the ancient times, the ancient times, the modern times, and the three eras, Honghuang finally ushered in his end.

And on this day, the stars fell, the sun and the moon turned upside down, and countless powerful people fell from the altar.

The ultimate collision of the two top planes.

There is bound to be only one winner.

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Chapter 423 The Horror of the Desolation

In a certain deep mountain full of poisonous gas, several white-haired old men hang in the sky, located in four directions between the sky and the earth.

On them, huge spiritual power and terrifying coercion continued.

And below is a face of inconceivable gloom.

At this moment, he did not show his real body, but the coffin behind him has been opened.

A huge corpse that looked like a human and a demon roared loudly.

This corpse is not only Yin Jue's family but also his natal artifact.

Under Yin Jue's sacrifice, his mighty power can rival ordinary half-step master gods.

But at this moment, Yin Jue felt a little hopeless in his heart.

As a powerful psionic family second only to the Meng family.

Of course, the Yin family also obtained a lot of classics about the prehistoric era from that battle.

And the situation he is facing now is clear at a glance.

This is a formation capable of killing half-step Lord Gods!

The lore jointly executed by four peak true god monks.

"Roar........................."

It seems to feel the unwillingness of Yin Jue.

His natal skeleton charged towards the four prehistoric monks again.

But like the previous few times, they were all blocked by the red light derived from the formation.

Seeing that the formation is about to complete the final step, Yin Jue still has no way to do it.

At this moment, Yin couldn't help recalling the conversation with an ancestor of the clan many years ago.

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"Grandfather, you have participated in so many life and death battles in the main world, which one left the deepest impression on you!"

Facing the young Yin Jue.

The elderly man who looked like a corpse fell into deep thought, and then said without hesitation: "The Great War."

"Why, grandpa, isn't Hong Huang the first top plane we have defeated?"

Looking at Yin Jue who was full of disbelief, the old man stretched out his arm like a dead tree, and patted Yin Jue's head lightly: "My child, if it hadn't been for encroaching on the prehistoric world, the main world would not have come to this day, nor It will be as brilliant as it is now!"

Looking at his grandfather's smile full of deep meaning, Yin Jue at that time felt half-understood.

Later, after consulting a lot of information, he finally understood the tip of the iceberg on paper.

It turns out that before Honghuang fought the main world, he had experienced three major destructions.

It can be said that the prehistoric era was the weakest.

But even in this weakest era, it was also because of various unspeakable plans and the desperate bet of the main world that it won the victory.

And it is because of inheriting the background and legacy of the terrifying plane of the Great Desolation that the main world has defeated one top plane after another and made it to today.

Although this is the fact recorded in the data.

But the current main world is really too strong.

Even if it fights against two top planes at the same time, it still has the upper hand.

This made Yin Jue have always doubted Hong Huang's strength.

But today, Yin Jue finally saw her.

He considers himself to be the best among his peers in the main world.

Ordinary peak true gods, even if they are Abyss and Zerg, he can fight more than one.

As for the foreign indigenous gods, in Yin Jue's view, they were just chopping melons and vegetables.

But now, just four ordinary monks whose realms were not necessarily higher than his, made him fall into despair.

"It turns out that this is the Great Desolation!"

This was Yin Jue's last murmur when he was kicked out of the trial.

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On the other side, several shadows in the sky frantically chased a beautiful figure in white.

Psychics seem to like pure white.

Whether it's Mengqian or Mengyue.

Or Meng Bai Ling, Meng Xuehen was dressed in white clothes most of the time.

But there is one thing to say, the temperament of the psychic medium and the white clothes are indeed a perfect match.

But at this moment, Meng Xuehen was in a terrible embarrassment.

On the way of being chased by several dark lights, she has activated the secret method of the psychic medium several times, but she still cannot escape the pursuit behind her.

This is the prehistoric secret realm created by Lingzu, of course Mengxuehen understands.

But Meng Xuehen couldn't understand why the people behind them were so powerful.

He only knew what witch clan these people called themselves.

And each one's supernatural powers are different.

But according to the level, they are all at the top level of divine arts.

This is kind of scary.

Meng Xuehen thinks that he is not afraid of anyone if he fights alone.