The Eternal Emperor of the Wilderness

"It doesn't matter, there should only be a few hundred people who climbed the [-] steps, but unknowingly, there are many more, and some who are not qualified at all have also entered it. I don't know if the rules here have happened. Change. Let so many practitioners enter, but there are only ten heavenly treasures, naturally we have to eliminate some first, otherwise we will also struggle."

Tang Long watched with cold eyes. Among them, the people from the heavens and the world did not have their own close friends, so Tang Long did not have any psychological burden, but was as calm as water.

"Tang Long, please remember this God Son, this God Son will definitely take his life."

""Tushita Burning Heaven Kungfu""

The God Son of the Golden Crow gave a soft drink, the blood in his body surged, and immeasurable rays of light shot up into the sky, shot into Xiao Han, and on top of his head, rounds of bright suns appeared one after another.

Every round of bright sun contains different innate flames, innate strange fires, and the flames burn violently.

"Zizzizi..."

Colliding with Frost Sword Intent, ice and flames colliding, terrifying power spreads thousands of miles around.

"This Da Luo Jinxian cannot be underestimated!"

The great powers of the Thousand Faces God Clan came sweeping with their Tian Ge in their hands, and the supreme gods and demons who destroyed Daqian seemed to be re-establishing order.

However, the dense sword light rushed into Xiaohan and fell into Jiuxiao before it was unsheathed. Countless sword intents, like tides, came to kill them continuously.

"Today's sword slaughtered all of you so-called celestial leaders, outstanding people, hung your heads on the fairy island, buried your body deep in the spiritual veins, and promoted the transformation of the spiritual veins of life."

The king of swords, holding a sword, looks down on the crowd, as if looking down on all living beings, and regards them as ants, which can be easily wiped out, ants and scum.

"Thousands of sword intents melt into one furnace, and thousands of hammers melt into one sword."

"Pingtian Sword Intent..."

"kill……"

The king of swords holds a sword, and hundreds of millions of swords gather here, just like gathering thousands of essences and thousands of creations between the whole world, gathering the spirit of heaven and earth, gathering the essence of all things, smelting a sword, cutting down the galaxy, You can question the sky.

With one sword strike, the sky can be flattened, the earth can be broken, everything is extinguished, the nine heavens are extinguished, and the light of the sword is like a waterfall, completely submerging the Golden Crow God Son, the great power of the Thousand Faces God Clan, and many leaders of the heavenly pride.

"A mere ants dare to be rampant!"

Suddenly, a beam of light from the sword intent soared into the sky, splitting the infinite sword light, and forcibly shattering the sword light.

"In this battle, he must be killed!"

Sitting cross-legged, Tang Long was absorbing the power of life between heaven and earth, his innate aura, and constantly recovering his body.

After going through hundreds of fights, he was already exhausted, but now that he had the opportunity to recover, Tang Long would naturally not let this opportunity pass.

I can only see that he is swallowing the innate spiritual energy of Xiaoqian world in a huge vortex like a big funnel gathered around him, tempering his bones, tempering himself. Within the small thousand worlds of three thousand steps, he had to temper and hone himself again.

Perfecting the Dao of one's own body, the mystery of one's own body, comprehending the Dao, but all proceeding in silence.

"I even Gao Tianwang, you are a small Daluo Jinxian, dare to shout in front of this heavenly king, you don't know how to live or die."

King Maha walked out of the ocean of sword light, stepped on the golden road, with his hands on his chest, and walked out of it, like a demon god, pushing the sun, moon, mountains and rivers across, and setting the gods of the four seasons of reincarnation.

"Push the sun and the moon!"

Maha Heavenly King stretched out his hands and pushed out his palms. The palms were crystal clear, like jade, and there were intertwined lines of Taoism in the palms, lingering with immortal energy, like a supreme god and demon. The left hand pushed the sun, and the left hand pushed the yin Yang, the two supreme ancient stars, slammed down, slammed down along the mysterious trajectory, and fell into the mountains and rivers.

This simple move is so powerful that there is simply no divine channel technique that can compete with it.

A big sun, a bright moon set, the mountains and rivers shattered, the sun and the moon turned upside down, and collided with the sword formation fiercely, how terrifying.

The earth, fire, water, and wind are reopening, the space is collapsing, and the brilliance of seven colors is constantly flowing out, competing with each other.

With one blow, he blocked all the sword lights and attacks, and he was evenly matched with the king of swords, and he was on equal footing with each other.

"Ants, you are proud enough, but you can take the blow of the king of heaven, and you can be regarded as a leader among the many ancient beasts. Be proud and happy. If you are not here, you may not even have the blow of the king of heaven. Can't stop it."

King Maha put his hands on his chest, and was not injured. Instead, the sun and the moon pushed down horizontally, breaking one after another of the innate sword fetuses and innate sword weapons, and wounded the king of swords.

"The next blow will be your death, get ready and face death!"

King Maha issued the final order to the king of swords, as if telling him that there would be no accidents in the next move, and he would face death.

"Where did you get the self-confidence? You thought you could break my sword array under the innate lifeline. You really thought that if you blocked the next blow, you could sit back and relax. You think you are the best in the world, and no one can compete with it."

The King of Swords recovered very quickly. On the innate sword embryo in his hand, drops of blood flowed down, looking a little desolate and miserable.

"Anger..."

The moment the blood dripped onto the fairy island, a dazzling white light rushed out of the fairy island. Under the white radiance, they couldn't open their eyes, and the white light spread instantly, covering the surrounding mountains and rivers for thousands of miles.

When the white light flickered, above the sky, a huge magic circle shrouded down, containing the innate dao rhyme, the rich innate life energy, the power of life, was being repaired and absorbed at the same time.

To repair the injury of the King of Swords, to absorb the power of life in all the magic circles from the gods, fairyland, emperors, royal families, and the arrogance of the world. Deprivation and intake complement each other, and they are all magic circles that nourish the fairy island.

"You think we can't kill you with this almost limitless power of life. It's so ridiculous." King Maha laughed and taunted: "A practitioner with more vitality, more vitality, and more powerful than you, This heavenly king can be killed, you think that with a small magic circle, you can absorb the vitality of this heavenly king and nourish you, it is too ridiculous."

"What kind of bullshit king, self-righteous, kill me if you have the ability, don't bluff there, first see if your vitality can be locked."

The King of Swords laughed and said involuntarily.

"This sword formation is wrong. It is the best innate life-and-death sword formation. It contains the way of life and death, and life and death are opposites. And the way of swordsmanship he practiced is also mutual restraint." Jinwu Shenzi said.