I woke up after 300 million years

Killing the four great beasts with one sword, everyone couldn't believe it and stared at the sky with their mouths agape.

The pressure exuded by the four divine beasts just now definitely exceeded the peak of Kaitian. It may be a half-step immortal state, or it may be a true immortal state. Even so, even Mo Qingwu couldn't stop it with a knife!

Jin Yiwei, who was supporting the golden light diagram of the immortal weapon, was in a daze for a second, then sighed and said:

"We have lost an immortal with unparalleled fighting power."

This sentence somewhat reveals bitterness and helplessness.

Kong Shu stood in front of the disciples of Shusheng Academy and snorted coldly, "Strength is strength, character is character. If she is strong, she can betray the Taoist Alliance, collude with extraordinary people, and recognize the thief as her father. Then this Being powerful is only a threat to the Dao Alliance!"

"Today she dares to kill the Extraordinary with her sword, and tomorrow she dares to destroy the Dao Alliance!"

The rest of the Kaitian Powers were silent.

Although Mo Qingwu was saving them, some concepts would not change just because of one thing.

At this time, the blood sacrifice intensified, and the ritual pattern on the night sky glowed with dark red light. After absorbing a large amount of blood, the ritual became more terrifying, and the blood evaporation rate doubled.

The Saint King Realm frowned and began to be seriously affected.

Yan Ruyu coaxed the child, looked at the sky, and prayed silently, "Jianhe, nothing will happen to you!"

With the sword in his hand and a lunge, he took advantage of Madara's brief shock and punched through the heart.

Madara's figure faded, and his body walked out of the void not far away with a calm expression.

"You can't kill me. It should be said that I can't kill myself. My existence is higher than all living things. I stood in the sky when I was born, overlooking all living beings. I only need one thought to change the world. For example, this... ....”

In one thought, the Valley of the Gods disappeared, the sea water turned into magma, and everyone was suspended in the air.

"This! This is impossible!" The Demon King was shocked and his tone was trembling.

After hanging in the air for a second, those monks without flying magic weapons or with low cultivation levels fell at high speed.

"Ah! Master, save me!"

"It's so hot! My clothes are on fire!"

"Damn it, what kind of enemy are we facing?"

Monks with supernatural powers can control objects and fly, while monks with holy king cultivation can stand in the void.

The monks from the other side's cultivation level immediately mobilized to rescue those monks from the soul-burning realm.

On the Extraordinary side, there are very few people who can fly or have abilities that can be used in vain. More than 100 people fell directly into the magma without any screams, and turned into magma.

Madara's dark red suit swayed, his eyes arrogant:

"A visionary. One thought. Changes the world."

"This monster!" Mo Qingwu broke out in a hot sweat. The Valley of Gods used to be a small country. In the blink of an eye, the land and surrounding sea areas disappeared, and the magma was not extinguished by the sea water. It was simply extraordinary.

Madara raised his hand, and the magma condensed into two huge arms. With a snap, his palms closed together!

With a flash of sword light, Mo Qingwu cut off his arm, rushed towards Madara in the air, and cut off the opponent's left leg with one knife.

Unexpectedly, Madara smiled contemptuously, and his left leg grew again. He held the void, and the magma continued to condense and compress, forming a three-meter-long death scythe, which was red all over and emitted flames.

"Three Demon-Sealing Swords!" Jianhe made a sudden attack on his left side, using his hand as a sword to execute the sealing sword move.

Madara wielded the death scythe to melt the sword energy. Immediately, the muscles of his arms bulged and he swung out with a blow. Magma and flames filled the sky. The sword and abdomen were hit, and he was thrown back a thousand meters. His clothes were dyed with flames, and his skin turned dark brown and was roasted. part of it.

"Ice is falling!" Mo Qingwu fell from the sky, with a knife that exploded with endless cold energy. The magma within [-] meters was frozen, temporarily suppressing the scorching heat.

"This guy's class is not as high as Tuberose, but his combat power is much stronger than Tuberose. Every move he makes is a killing move comparable to a 'natural disaster'."

Mo Qingwu held her breath and stared at the man in the ice, not daring to be careless.

"The odds of winning alone are not high, so you and I join forces..."

Jian He approached, and before he finished speaking, he saw Mo Qingwu shaking her head, "You go back and nurse your child. I am enough for this monster. You may still be where you are, but I have improved a lot in one year."

promote?

Jianhe was shocked, and then thought of Yan Fan, feeling that everything could be explained. Although he could no longer improve his strength through practice, it did not mean that Yan Fan had nothing to do. It seemed natural that Mo Qingwu could break the boundaries of immortals by following Yan Fan.

"Between you and him..." Jianhe couldn't help but ask.

Mo Qingwu didn't bother to answer, and went straight to the man in the dark red suit, choosing the close combat that he was good at. The Tang knife and the sickle drew beautiful arcs in the air. There was not much difference in the strength, speed, and reaction power between the two, and they could keep up with each other's movements. In terms of close combat, Evenly matched.

Jian He opened his mouth to ask for trouble, but stopped talking. He sighed, did not show off, and quickly returned to the Dao Alliance camp to rescue and protect more people.

To the north, four figures were fighting fiercely.

Yan Fan was miserable, with no skin left on his body. Even if the flames suppressed the germs, Granny Hua could be said to be a body of all kinds of poisons. All kinds of incredible viruses gathered together and could not be completely resisted in the early days of the opening of the world. Some limbs and organs were petrified, resulting in slow movement. .

The leader is even crazier. In the Holy Light Awakening form, he is an invincible little strongman. His spells and recovery power are so powerful that he is a monster among the same monsters.

The Lord is good at sneak attacks and likes to blend into the trees and catch them by surprise.

"Boy, go to hell!" The leader's white clothes were stained with blood and roared, "Spell punch, Galaxy!"

He clenched his hands together and punched from a high altitude. Ripples appeared in the space, and the irresistible impact swept through the magma sea!

Yan Fan's bones creaked as he endured the shock wave and endured the heavy punch.

"Huh..." The leader gasped, his strength wasted too much, and his white hair turned back to black.

Suddenly, four figures entered the battlefield.

The leader of the Mother Goddess Church shook his head and said, "Captain, you are so miserable. This is the first time I see you in such a mess."

The director of the White Guild smiled and said, "This person is quite special. I want to transform him into the strongest puppet."

Nine Eyes of the Sky Eye Organization scorned, "Speciality is also made of flesh and blood and cannot withstand the torture."

The master of the secret sect shrugged, "You can't kill this person for a long time, Madara is a little angry."

The group leader, the lord, and Granny Hua looked at each other, unable to express their sorrow.

The opponent appears to be in the early stage of opening the world, but their combat power and body are so strong that they can't win even if they use their trump cards. Many times, they clearly think that they can be solved with one more blow, but who knows that the opponent's vitality is tenacious and crumbling, but they will not die. It made the three of them depressed.

"No need to say more, let's kill him together!"

Seven people surrounded the scarred Yan Fan and attacked together without saying a word.

"Hahaha......"

Yan Fan looked up to the sky and laughed, "Come on!"

In a face-to-face encounter, he was knocked into the magma sea by Mr. Men.

"Seven subjects of scholar. Physics. Light encounter!"

The index finger of the dean's right hand condensed the light element, and a slender light penetrated into the magma sea. It was as sharp as a lightsaber, cutting everything, and an arm flew up.

Not only that, seven people stood at seven points, sacrificed a drop of blood, and carved the ceremony together.

"Yan Ling, Zero!"

The ritual broke out, the small-scale magma sea turned into nothingness, and everything returned to zero.

"Huh..." The leader couldn't hold it anymore, he transformed into a floating stone, sat down, his chest heaved violently, "Finally killed this bastard, forced me to this point, and it was just In the early stage of Kaitian, just thinking about it makes me feel aggrieved."

"An opponent worth remembering." Granny Hua said expressionlessly.

The dean looked away and said in a magnetic voice:

"Okay, it's just a Kaitian, it's not worth wasting time. Next, we will take action to blood sacrifice the Dao Alliance's Kaitian realm. Maybe we can call out the devil in advance and reduce the casualties of our own people."

"Seconded!"

When the seven were about to return to another battlefield, the magma sea below rolled, and the sound of thick and powerful heartbeats echoed throughout the place.

Pfft!Pfft!

The seven people were stunned for a moment, looking at a certain location with unprecedented solemn expressions.

Ta Ta!

Yan Fan walked out of the magma, his breath rising rapidly.

In one step, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered into a sea, opening the middle stage of heaven.

Two steps later, golden flames covered the sky and blocked out the sun, opening the sky to the late stage.

In three steps, the magma and ice and snow turned into land, reaching the peak of the sky.

The road to Taoism is one step at a time.

Yan Fan, who had made a breakthrough in cultivation, was recovering from his injuries. His broken left arm was squirming, and a brand new arm was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He held his neck and moved it twice, with a half-smile on his lips, "It hurts. Sure enough... It was too hard to face the seven near gods in the early days of the opening of the sky. It's much better now."

"Don't be surprised, it's just a breakthrough, just for us to fight more happily."

"Next, the second half begins!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Fan appeared in front of the dean, pinched the other person's cheek with one hand, ignited a flame, and flew out with a blow, hitting the head of the group.

"Where are you looking?"

He teleported behind Granny Hua, broke off her opponent's arm, and kicked her in the waist!

In just three seconds, the seven near gods were knocked into the created land.

The arrogant Madara glanced out of the corner of his eye and felt curious:

"Create land with one thought? Do monks have this power?"

"Three steps to reach the peak of Kaitian, defeating the seven near gods. Is this a human being?"

Based on Madara's understanding of human beings, it is impossible for humans to do such a thing.

The problem is that facts speak louder than words, and he suddenly became very interested in Yan Fan.

"Broken Bee!" Mo Qingwu gathered strength from a distance, flashed past, and appeared behind Madara.

The wind blew, and Madara's body was cut into pieces!

"Woman, are you provoking me? You said you can't kill me, but you still do useless things again and again, which annoys me!" Madara's body appeared high in the sky, and the death scythe left his hand and transformed into a hundred-meter sword. The huge magma dragon roared like a volcano erupting.

The night was hazy.

The two major forces have already stopped and are trying their best to resist the blood sacrifice.

Time passed by minute by second, and the weak man fell to the ground. After the blood evaporated, he stood motionless and could only wait quietly for death.

Jianhe returned to the battlefield from the coast, looked at the child, and shook his head at everyone:

"If you can't get out, the isolation caused by the black fog will still exist."

"Leader, what should we do? Is it possible that we are just waiting to die like this?" Tie Zhen, a burly man, asked.

Jianhe is helpless, he is not afraid of the blood sacrifice ceremony, but as the ceremony intensifies, the other side realm is also being affected. Maybe even the Kaitian realm can't stop it in the end. He is now helpless. Most of the immortal energy has been given to the baby, otherwise the child will instantly die.

After pondering for a moment, Jianhe rushed towards Su Yue in the dark corner, clasping his hands into fists.

"senior."

Su Yue has a calm face, wearing a white windbreaker and a white soft hat, looking fashionable and elegant.

After a stalemate for five seconds, Jian He asked with a wry smile, "Senior, I have seen Yan Fan's strength. This kind of crisis can be eliminated with a wave of his hand."

"So?" Su Yue asked without answering.

Jianhe said nothing, not knowing how to speak.

People from the Dao League died one after another, and many extraordinary people also died. Su Yue folded her hands and took two steps forward, "We just happened to pass by, happened to meet a group of near gods, and happened to witness your battle, and finally happened to Leave safely and you can treat us like air. After all, you are also air in my eyes. I have no reason to save people who don’t matter."

"Or do you think I am kind-hearted and willing to help others?"

Su Yue glanced in shock, with a look that contained a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, her red lips slightly raised, and she smiled gently, "I have killed hundreds of millions of creatures, if you think of me as a good person."

"Then all I can say is...boy, you are so naive!"