Supreme Conquering System

"boom!"

With a light fist, Qin Yi could feel countless surging strength, rolling in his body.

Golden blood, like the Yangtze River, rushes through the limbs and hundreds of skeletons.

The real dragon and fairy body, blooming with golden glory!

"Om!"

In the endless divine glory, towering heavenly palaces emerge.

A deity sits in it, chanting prayers.

Acupoint deity!

Qin Yi stood in it, as if put on the nine chapters of the true dragon emperor's robe, and twelve rows of colored glaze crowns fell down.

Suddenly, if the supreme ruler of all worlds!

"Roar!"

The low roar of countless Tianlong also sounded in the body.

This voice was extremely loud, if it were not for the cover of the formation, even Ou could shake the entire Tianyao continent!

"Crack!"

Qin Yi moved his wrist slightly, as if shattering the void.

Given the rigidity of the Tianyao Continent at this moment, it could not withstand Qin Yi's strength.

"Although I haven't been able to break through the three extreme realms of the dead, my goal of this retreat has also been achieved!"

Qin Yi smiled lightly, with an extremely bright smile.

In a hundred years, this progress has been appalling!

You know, a hundred years ago, Qin Yi's cultivation was also in the triple realm of a saint, and within a hundred years he had crossed six small realms and stepped into Zhundi.

At the same time, he broke into the extreme realm of the physical body!

If you let others know, I am afraid you will jump up!

Hundreds of years, for the average sage, it is a time of ordinary retreat, and it cannot break through one's own cultivation.

Not to mention, from the sage triple to the quasi emperor.

This speed is enough to describe the evildoer.

In the Eastern Frontier, Cang Yunzi, who was boasted by the Taoist Sect as a nine-day banished immortal, took tens of thousands of years from the three-fold cultivation of the saint to the emperor.

In this way, it is called the Nine Heavens Banxian!

It is common for cultivators to enter the realm of saints, if there is no chance, to lock a realm for thousands of years.

Qin Yi has crossed six realms in a hundred years, what is it if he is not an evildoer?

"After all, it is the ultimate state of the three cultivation, unable to compete with the emperor.

If you want to contend against the emperor, unless you turn into the body of a real dragon, you will only have a miserable defeat in the face of an emperor. "

Qin Yi's eyes were faint.

He has a deep understanding of his own strength.

Over the past hundred years, it seems that his cultivation base has advanced by leaps and bounds, but in fact, his upper limit of strength has not increased much.

A hundred years ago, he could compete against the emperor.

A hundred years later, if he wants to compete against the supreme of the emperor, he still needs to transform into a real dragon.

"Weili belongs to oneself, is the supreme!

The gap between the emperor and the emperor is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. "

Qin Yi himself has a avatar of Heaven, and once fought against the ‘Cavages of Heaven’, and he was far more familiar with the strength of the emperor’s supreme.

The emperor pushes the invincible of the world.

This is not a joke!

Don't look at it, there are four emperors who died directly or indirectly in Qin Yi's hands.

But this does not mean that the emperor is not strong.

The emperor lives high in the sky.

The original world is cast in the body, and with gestures, the laws and powers of the heavens and the world can be aroused!

With a single blow, it can exert its power to destroy the world.

A quasi emperor does not cultivate into the three extreme realms. It is not a descendant of the top races of the gods and beasts, but in front of the emperor, it is almost like an ant!

"However, the improvement of the cultivation level is not without benefit to me."

Qin Yi smiled.

The realm of the deity's cultivation is the foundation of oneself.

Turning into a dragon, mighty power is terrifying, but after all, it is an external force.

With the power that came out of thin air, Qin Yi reluctantly relied on the realm of the saint.

Compared with the power from hard work, it runs smoothly!