Kyushu Daoist Master

Yang Ze doesn't know what realm he is in, because in the starry sky now, except for the Hunyuan Taisen Tree, no one is his opponent. His thousand years of cultivation are completely based on what Yaotian Supreme once showed in front of him. I came out to catch up.

Until now, he doesn't know if he has surpassed Yaotian Supreme, but he already has a feeling that Yaotian Supreme, who was once so unfathomable in his eyes, does not seem to be indestructible.

Thinking of the impression left by Supreme Yaotian on him, this thought can emerge, which has proved that Yang Ze's current state is not lower than Supreme Supreme Yaotian, at least it is at the same level as Supreme Supreme Yaotian, otherwise, he would never have There is a way to see the flaws in Yaotian Supreme.

"There is no turning back. Hunyuan Taisenshu wants to force me out. It is just because he is worried that his injuries have not healed. He is also worried that Yaotian Supreme has left something behind that will make my strength soar and pose a threat to him. Little did he know that when he had When I had this idea, I already had cowardice in my heart. Although my current strength may not be as good as his, but he caught the flaw in his cowardice, and I still have a good chance of winning this battle! "

The fighting spirit burst out in Yang Ze's eyes. When facing a strong enemy, at least he should not be timid in his heart. If he is timid before fighting, half of the battle will be lost.

Standing up, Yang Ze's aura has been perfectly restrained, without any leakage. It has not caused any movement in the land of the Holy Fall. Even the three supreme natal Taoist soldiers are floating quietly in front of him. before.

There was a flash of silver light in Yang Ze's hand, and another knife appeared in Yang Ze's hand. That knife was the Thunder Blood Sword.

The Thundering Blood Sword now looks just like an ordinary sword, but only the Supreme Realm can see that the energy fluctuation contained in the Thundering Blood Sword is very terrifying, and even the Supreme cannot bear it.

The current Thunder Blood Sword is no longer an ordinary Taoist weapon. In the last five hundred years of retreat practice, Yang Ze used his powerful cultivation to slowly make some changes to the Thunder Blood Sword. In his powerful Under the baptism of cultivation, the Thunderous Blood Sword has now become his supreme natal Taoist weapon.

This method of condensation was taught to him by the Supreme Yaotian. If he wanted to defeat the Hunyuan Taisen Tree, it was not enough to rely on the supreme natal Taoist soldiers of the three of them alone. He also had to have it, because the three of them left The supreme natal Taoist weapon is a foreign object no matter how it is sacrificed. Only the supreme natal Taoist weapon refined by oneself can exert its strongest power.

So he must complete this step, the thousand-year retreat. In fact, he has done almost everything he can do. He just wants to continue practicing to see if he can gain more powerful power. It is a pity that this Everything was interrupted like this, and now he could only take the risk of fighting Hunyuan Taisenshu.

"Forget it, I'll go meet him! But this battle must be fought quickly. Almost all the remnants of Renhuang Xuanyuan in the Holy Land have been absorbed by me. The protective power has been reduced to the extreme. I am sitting here. Here, I can still activate the protection of the Holy Land, but once I leave, I may not be able to stop the Supreme Being here. "

There was a slight sadness on Yang Ze's face. He needed to maintain a complete state, so he could not leave any power to protect the land of the Holy Fall. What he had to face was the Hunyuan Taisen Tree. Once too much power was wasted now, then he would have to If you fight against the Yuantai Forest Tree, your chances of winning will be reduced by one point.

To arrange a defense that is enough to protect the world of Kyushu, it cannot be done by waving your hands casually. It is precisely for this reason that he is so hesitant.

After a slight hesitation, Yang Ze finally chose to leave directly. There is still some residual power in the Holy Land, and even the Supreme will not break through so easily. The most important thing is that he must be fast!

Taking one step forward, Yang Ze came to the starry sky. What hit his nostrils was the extremely strong smell of blood. Even though Yang Ze had killed so many people in his life, he couldn't help but frown, because the smell of blood here was really too strong. Rich.

"How many people have to die in the starry sky for a thousand years to be able to gather such a strong smell of blood." Yang Ze murmured to himself, looking at the starry sky. Now that his cultivation level is higher, he is more Enough to see more.

Behind the rich smell of blood, he felt that the starry sky was filled with the will of the Hunyuan Taisen Tree. His will was everywhere, and it was precisely because the will of the Hunyuan Taisen Tree filled every place in the starry sky. Corner, so the Hunyuan Taisenshu must have known that he walked out of the Holy Land.

Yang Ze didn't have any worries about this. Now that it was known, he could fight freely. However, the starry sky was filled with the will of the Hunyuan Taisen Tree, which made him very unhappy.

"This starry sky was originally extremely vast. It was all because of your existence that there were three tragic battles in the starry sky, which even caused the starry sky to collapse to the size it is now. Now you still want to use your own will to become this Pian Xingkong’s will, you are not qualified!”

As the last word fell, Yang Ze's long hair moved automatically, and the will in him suddenly exploded. The sudden appearance of that will made the huge starry sky tremble.

After Yang Ze's supreme will appeared at this moment, it spread out automatically like a storm, but within a few dozen breaths it swept through the huge starry sky and collided with the will of the Hunyuan Taisen Tree.

The invisible will touched, releasing violent power, tearing huge gullies one after another in the four star fields, ruthlessly swallowing up planets and continents. The annihilation aura that erupted from each huge gully would turn even the Dust Realm into ashes.

The confrontation officially began. Since he was forced out, Yang Ze would not hold back. Under his fierce will bombardment, the will of the Hunyuan Taisen Tree in the eastern star field had been swept away by him.

In the other three star fields, his will and the will of the Hunyuan Taisen Tree were still entangled, but a terrible wave suddenly broke out in the western star field. Yang Ze turned his eyes and saw that in the depths of the western star field, even the starry sky was distorted, and there was a familiar aura that was quickly dissipating.

"Cangwu Holy Land! Ling Meng Supreme, you are so brave!" Yang Ze's eyes flashed with murderous intent. The battle for will does not require him to do too much for the time being. Now Cangwu Holy Land is in crisis. Cangwu Holy Land helped him a lot in the past. He can't watch Cangwu Holy Land being destroyed.

His figure dissipated slightly. Yang Ze was forcibly breaking through the starry sky with his powerful cultivation and descending into the western star field.

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In Cangwu Holy Land, the former Holy Land Continent has long changed its appearance. The ground is full of blood red. In that blood red, there are countless corpses. Countless buildings have been destroyed. There are broken spiritual veins on the ground one after another. Even the sky of the Holy Land is full of cracks. There is no complete piece.

At the edge of the Holy Land Continent, there are depressions one after another, leaving countless cracks on the continent, making this continent look shaky.

In the cracks of the sky, there are dense warriors in each crack. They are the army from the Yuanchen Realm of the northern star field. Every moment, an army rushes out of the cracks and rushes to the Holy Land Continent. These armies have already killed all the guards outside the Holy Land. At this moment, all the armies that can enter the Holy Land have only the core area of ​​the Holy Land as their goal.

In the core area of ​​the Holy Land, the Cangwu Ancient Tree is still majestic, but there are many wounds on the surface of the ancient tree. The ancient tree will not bleed, but milky white liquid keeps coming out of those wounds.

Around the ancient tree, it is also a mess at this time, gathering the millions of people left in the Cangwu Holy Land. Almost none of these millions of people are intact, and everyone has injuries. They gather around the ancient tree, seeking the protection of the ancient tree, and making their last struggle.

At a further distance, you can see the encirclement formed by the Yuanchen Realm army, which has surrounded the ancient tree layer by layer. There are still many people in the Cangwu Holy Land who are resisting the closing of the encirclement, but they are obviously at a disadvantage. In the impact of the Yuanchen Realm army, people continue to die.

And the more the Cangwu army dies, the faster the encirclement closes, and it keeps approaching the Cangwu Ancient Tree. The situation is getting more and more unfavorable.

Below the Cangwu Ancient Tree, this is the only quiet place in the entire Cangwu Holy Land. A woman in a blue skirt has her eyes closed, sitting cross-legged, with a delicate head and eyebrows. Looking at her body, there is no injury at all.

Around her, there are four old men with haggard faces and a dilapidated aura sitting upright. The aura emanating from the four people is all at the level of the third reincarnation realm, firmly protecting the woman.

This woman in blue is Lan Ruoyun!

She was able to appear here safely not because of any privilege, but because when the war started hundreds of years ago, she tried her best to kill the three triple reincarnation masters of Yuanchen Realm, which caused her to be seriously injured. It was not until now that she recovered.

She spent most of the hundreds of years here recovering from her injuries, and only left Cangwu Holy Land for a small part of the time. It was also for this reason that her cultivation remained intact and she became the person in charge of Cangwu Holy Land.

As for the four elders beside her, they were also elders with high cultivation in the Holy Land, and they were responsible for protecting her. However, after hundreds of years of war, these four elders were all seriously injured and dying.

"Four elders, you don't have to protect me anymore, help other disciples quickly." Lan Ruoyun opened her eyes while meditating, and her beautiful eyes were full of helplessness. Cangwu Holy Land has come to this point, even the Holy Lord is powerless to save the situation, let alone her.

Looking at the devastated holy land, her fighting spirit and pride had long been shattered, and what was left was only a sense of helplessness.

"Saint, you are the last hope of our holy land. The four of us old guys only have our last breath left. Even if we take action, we can't change anything. Just give up. We will carry out the orders of the Holy Lord."

An elder with a broken chest said coldly at this moment, and his voice also made Lan Ruoyun pale.