"coming!"

Canglong, who was meditating with his eyes closed on the Baiyun Cloud Platform, suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes were piercing, but his face was extremely solemn.

The next moment, the strongest man in Wuzhuang Mountain slowly stood up from the white jade cloud platform.

His white hair is flying, his robes are billowing in the clouds, and his eyes are fearless, like a determined challenger, looking proudly at the sky above his head.

At this moment, all the monks in Wuming Peak, including the masters of Twelve Transformations, Five Peaks, and other disciples, all held their breaths, and their faces became more serious than ever before.

Because they know that Heaven is about to take action!

Boom!

In the midst of everyone's vigilant gazes, a nine-colored thunderbolt appeared without warning, fell from the sky, and hit Canglong's head!

"It's begun! This is the prelude to the appearance of the way of heaven, the nine-color thunder, killing gods and souls!" Zuo Xingzhi muttered to himself.

"It's just a thunderstorm, it can't do anything to Senior Brother Canglong!" Lu Qinghe didn't look worried.

This is exactly what happened. The Canglong on the white jade cloud platform had an expressionless face, pinched a magic formula in his hand, and the green spiritual power surged out, turning into a giant vine net above his head.

The nine-color sky thunder fell and hit the giant net. I saw thunder and lightning, galloping and roaring. It looked menacing, but it could not break out of the giant net's coverage and was trapped inside!

"A mere thunder can be broken with a snap of the fingers!"

Cang Long sneered and pinched the magic formula in his hand again.

The giant cyan net quickly closed, causing the sky thunder to shrink with it. In just a few breaths, the cyan net had shrunk to the size of a pill, and the nine-color sky thunder was also wiped out!

Boom!

There was another loud noise from the top of the sky, as if something was being angered.

The next moment, the crack in the sky suddenly expanded. Everyone present looked up and saw nothingness, darkness, chaos, and disorder on the other side of the crack. Occasionally, some faint starlight appeared, and they didn't know what it was.

What is the way of heaven?

Where does the Way of Heaven exist?

Are all living beings part of the way of heaven?

Has Heaven ever looked down on someone?

Everyone is busy, is the path they are taking a path that goes against heaven?

...

Different people have different problems in their minds.

Twelve transmutation tribulations, the masters of the five peaks, although these people have advanced cultivation and can control the wind and rain in a world, and establish sects as ancestors, but when facing the way of heaven, they are all ignorant like children.

At this moment, everyone seemed to have returned to the starting point, with confusion in their eyes.

There is only one exception, and that is Cang Long.

His eyes were firm and his expression was serious. He raised his head on the white jade cloud platform and looked directly at the cracks in the sky. He didn't show any intention of flinching despite the strong wind around him.

In a sense, he has surpassed everyone present.

"Heaven... I have been hiding from you for more than eight hundred years, and now I don't want to hide anymore! Come on... let's show off today!"

The blue dragon's sleeves and robes are fluttering, and the fighting spirit is high!

As if aware of his provocation, deep in the crack, stars were shining brightly, clouds and mist were rolling, and after a moment, a big black hand poked out from it.

On the back of this big hand, countless ancient and mysterious runes are engraved, as if they come from the beginning of eternity and are the origin of all "Tao"!

At the top of Wuming Peak, everyone felt suffocated at this moment.

The monks below the Transformation Tribulation Realm did not dare to look up at the sky. The monks above the Transformation Tribulation Realm just glanced at the back of the big black hand and immediately felt dizzy and their consciousness was blurred.

"not good!"

The invited Twelve Transformations, Lu Qinghe, Zuo Xingzhi and others were all shocked!

Because they felt that the power of the laws they controlled was rapidly disintegrating, the spiritual power in their bodies was running around uncontrollably, and their Taoist hearts were in an unprecedented panic at this moment...

"This is the power of heaven!"

Everyone woke up at this moment, lowering their heads one after another, not daring to look up at the sky, let alone peeking at the runes on the back of their hands.

And as the black hand slowly stretched out from the crack, terrifying pressure also fell from the sky, like a pillar of strength, suppressing Canglong's head.

Cang Long was bent over by the pressure, his bones creaked, and his face gradually became distorted.
Chapter completed!