The protagonist worships the heavens, with boundless mana

"Ha ha ha ha."

An Eight Tribulations Sanxian laughed wildly.

Tired of laughing, the Eight Tribulations Sanxian lay on the ground stretched all over the place, didn't resist at all, and chose to play badly.

Others are similar, since they can't resist, then enjoy death!

"Why are you not dead yet?"

A voice of astonishment attracted several people who were falling into despair.

Dai Mutian stared at Hao Ren closely, as if he wanted to see through Hao Ren with his eyes.

Hao Ren shrugged, "Aren't you happy that I survived? My ancestor."

Dai Mutian...

I am happy with a hammer!If I had a hammer, I'd have to crack open your skull and see your crazy thoughts.

"Okay, let's enjoy the life we ​​don't have much! Recall the good memories and happy moments of the past.

Then get ready to go down to the Underworld, maybe if you speed up your pace, you can catch up with the monks who died in the first catastrophe. On the way, we will talk about life and family affairs, so that we can take care of them. "

people...

"You, won't you come with us?"

Dai Mutian instantly caught the loophole in Hao Ren's words.

Hao Ren rolled his eyes, "Will the ghost go with you? Is it too early for me to go to Huangquan Road?"

"Roar."

A purple thunder dragon fell from the nine heavens, and in a sea of ​​thunder, the remaining immortals of eight or nine kalpas closed their eyes one after another and disappeared in the sea of ​​thunder.

"ended."

All the people who watched the mirror had such thoughts in their hearts.

The world-shocking catastrophe came to an end under two lightning catastrophes.

"What did the people in the Tianquan Dao Realm do to make the heavens punish them so much?"

"I heard that the Tianquan Dao Domain is causing the weirdness, so it should be caused by the weirdness."

"It's possible, the strange thing is evil."

"Wait, why hasn't the robbery cloud dispersed yet?"

"Maybe."

Many monks turned their gazes to the Thunder Tribulation.

In the sea of ​​thunder, Hao Ren lay leisurely in it.

From time to time, he still draws a trace of the power of thunder and calamity to strengthen his physical body, which is uncomfortable.

"My Great Virtuous Immortal Venerable, what is that?"

"Thunder calamity can't hurt, what kind of cultivation is this?"

"It seems that some people have seen this thunder disaster."

"Boom, roar."

Seemingly enraged by Hao Ren's casualness, the third lightning tribulation followed closely, hitting Hao Ren impartially.

Hao Ren was speechless, his clothes turned into ashes in the thunderstorm.

Fortunately, in order to prevent Lu Donghe and others from being affected by the thunder disaster, he took off the ring on his hand in advance.

Seeing the X-rated image suddenly changed in the magic mirror, the young man hastily put a layer of mosaic on Hao Ren's body.

However, within a short period of time, countless female monks blushed, embarrassing their primordial spirits.

Hao Ren was already exceptionally handsome, and his body was strengthened to make him even more predictable.

Not only men know how to appreciate art with an artistic eye, but also women.

The thunder tribulation continued, one was stronger than the other, but it was of no use.

A mosaic body, floating in the sea of ​​thunder, is not affected in the slightest.

As the last thunder tribulation fell, Heaven's Punishment dissipated reluctantly.

Standing in the scorched black, Hao Ren's body was naked, and his fair skin was in stark contrast to the surrounding environment.

"ended."

"This person's miraculous, I am afraid that he is another protagonist of destiny."

"No, maybe it's the reincarnation of Almighty."

"No, look at what that is."

In the sky above Hao Ren, there are thousands of auspicious colors, the sky is full of multi-colored lights, and the light of seven colors flows, reflecting a gorgeous and dazzling space between the heaven and the earth.

A ray of sunlight slowly fell and landed on Hao Ren impartially.

Hao Ren felt a gentle push between the sky and the earth, pushing him up into the sky, passing through the sky full of colorful clouds, and going to another world.

"This is the light of ascension."

In the outside world, countless monks exclaimed.

There are monks ascending, naturally there are monks watching the ceremony, so many monks have witnessed the ascension with their own eyes.

"No, the ascender ascends, but there is no such a big vision."

"The person who just crossed the catastrophe has a strong man who is a Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal, could it be..."

"Impossible, how could the legend be true, the Nine Tribulations of Sanxian is already the limit."

"Why can't it be true? Who spread the legend? No one has survived the Nine Tribulations and Loose Immortal Tribulation, so how can there be a legend that the Nine Tribulations and Loose Immortal can ascend to the fairy world again."

"But, he is not the Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal either!"

"However, he passed the Ninth Tribulation of Loose Immortals!"

Immediately, the cultivator who was determined that the Sanxian could not ascend could not refute.

No one knows what will happen after the Nine Tribulations of Loose Immortals, and whether they will be eligible to ascend to the Immortal Realm again.

"What, he gave up."

With an exclamation, everyone woke up from the discussion again, and looked at the mirror in the sky.

In the mirror, Hao Ren stepped out of the guiding light beam, and put on a tightly wrapped armor for himself.

However, seeing the appearance of the armor, some people immediately recognized the origin of the armor.

"Asura armor."

On the street, a young man couldn't help calling out the armor's name.

"You know that armor magic weapon."

The companion asked curiously when he heard the young man's exclamation.

"Um, I don't know, I just remembered a pair of armor I've seen before, maybe I made a mistake."

The young man casually found an excuse to prevaricate.

Once the protagonist's gold list is released, it's no secret that there are many traversers, and there seem to be quite a few of them.

The ability belonging to the Shura armor returned to the Tianquan Dao Realm again, and Hao Ren felt that the Tianqiong Dao Realm was much deserted.

If the remaining powerhouses knew what Hao Ren was thinking, they would definitely complain!

The top powerhouses in Tianquan Daoyu have been taken over by a bunch, can they not be deserted?
No matter it is the monster race, the human race, or the immortal cultivating race, they were all coerced into the tribulation team by their ancestors who took revenge on society.

None of them ran away, and the spirit of revenge that no one could think about was brought into full play.

Today, in the Tianquan Dao Domain, the one with the most complete preservation of strength is the Cangxiong Holy Land.

After all, it was his own power, Dai Mutian didn't have the nerve to do it.

Stepping on the white jade avenue of the Holy Land of Cangxiong, Hao Ren found strangely that the people of the Cangxiong Road saw him, a sinner who deceived his master and exterminated his ancestors.

He didn't even come up to trouble him, and his eyes revealed a strange look.

Hao Ren looked at himself, and now he had taken off the Shura armor, and put on a black robe that was transformed by aura. It seemed that there was nothing strange about his state.

According to the general plot trend, shouldn't a strong man jump out now, under the banner of avenging the ancestor, and destroy him?

Then, the Holy Land of Cangxiong naturally occupied the Holy Land of Cangxiong.

But what is the situation now, why do these people look at me with some fear.

Could it be that my own actions frightened these people, so these people are a little less courageous.

The Great Elder, the Black and White Elders and others flew over and bowed respectfully to Hao Ren.

"I have seen the Demon Lord."

"I have seen the young master."

"Ah."

Hao Ren nodded slightly, looked at the many monks who only dared to watch from afar, and said loudly.

"Now that the ancestor is dead, am I, the Holy Son of Cangxiong, the owner of the Cangxiong Holy Land?"

After hearing the words, many monks did not answer, and no one dared to answer Hao Ren's words.

"Since none of you have any objections, the Holy Land of Cangxiong will belong to me in the future, so everyone has no objections!"

The black and white elders looked at each other, and immediately bowed to Hao Ren and fell to the ground, shouting, "Greetings, Holy Master."

Hao Ren didn't care about the realization of the black and white elders.

He just informed these people that he wanted the land, that's all.