"How is this possible?!"

Those who are conferred a title have their own means to pick stars, but no one will be so bored that they pick the stars and stuff them into their own cave’s innocent form.

Not to mention the difficulty, it is meaningless.

These stars are naturally cave heavens.

Huh ~

The bright starlight drifts, and the large starry sky shining brightly yellow, and the broken golden starlight is like thousands of suns shining everywhere.

There seems to be no dark place in the starry sky.

"Chongtian?!"

Zhao Hongmeng's mind suddenly trembled. He held the ruler. The ancient scroll's palm tightened, and his breath leaked, shattering a large area of ​​starlight.

The breath fluctuates and blood and energy leak out!

Whether it is Zhao Hongmeng or Feng Qingcang, they were once the pride of heaven, and later took over the authority of the supreme sect in Dongzhou for thousands of years.

Naturally, his high knowledge is not comparable to ordinary monks.

But even they didn't expect that someone would have cultivated such a terrifying true form.

One side accommodates hundreds of true forms of "Cavetian".

A monk who dared and truly cultivated so many heavenly beings.

Not to mention them, even if they are the Holy Land, the Lord of the Imperial Court, and the Chief of the Dragon and Phoenix Clan, they will be disgusted when they see it, and even doubt whether they have read it wrong.

"How is it possible... so many caves, how many disasters should there be?"

The head of Li Luan's house is a middle-aged beautiful woman. She looks cold and she should not enter the world. She looks dull at this time, and her delicate and perfect face is a little white and distorted.

In the Cave Heaven, only the supreme who is truly at the top of the world can not be affected. Even if the supreme falls, it cannot resist without damage.

There is no need to say anything about any monk below him.

The catastrophe in the cave is not aimed at the cultivators, but at the cave. The number of caves in the cave determines the number of catastrophes that will be experienced.

Under normal circumstances, there will be one to three catastrophes in a hundred years. There are many stars in the sky that seem to appear dim.

But there are only more than three hundred people who truly show the atmosphere of the cave!

Doesn’t this mean that the master will experience thousands of disasters in a hundred years?!

"I....."

The voice of the Master of the Chou Dao was a little astringent: "If he really practiced so many caves, then he would have to overcome the tribulation almost every month.

Thirty years, wouldn’t it take hundreds of disasters?”

After hundreds of tribulations, he still survived such a short period of time, and achieved unity and was granted the title of marquis to the top.

Such a person...

Huh ~

In the starry sky, the head of Taiyi Sect took a step forward, his breath was like smoke, spreading a large area of ​​starry sky, and an amazing craze of blood and energy burst out from his dry body:

"What do fellow Taoist want to do, please speak frankly."

Buzz buzz ~

The starry sky was buzzing and vibrating, and large tracts of starlight were shattered with the rotation of the stars in the sky. In the flash of light, an old dragon that could not be struggling could be seen.

The starlight was like divine light, lingering around the body, and like life, it turned into a tower of unknown heights from the void.

Carrying An Qisheng high above the dome.

"Although what should be come has never come, we shouldn't neglect you."

An Qisheng lowered his eyes in the starry sky, pronounced in space, and the stars rolled to relax:

"I want to make a bet with you..."

Make a bet?

The head of Taiyi Sect frowned slightly, and the other heads who were on guard were also stunned:

"How to bet?"

Lift your eyes again.

An Qisheng looked at everyone lightly, his tone was clear:

"You have been practicing the realm of shattering the vacuum for thousands of years. You are the best at escaping the void, breaking through the sky, hiding your figures, flying across thousands of mountains and rivers, and even crossing the starry sky..."

His voice was calm, but the starry sky stretched for it, not only the heads of major sects such as Zhao Hongmeng and Feng Qingcang.

In the cave heaven of Qianshan, he was filling in the blanks to create land, combing the spiritual fields, Mo Changhai from the strange beast garden, Feng Changming and others.

The more than fourteen people sitting quietly on the top of Mount Qian, and even the old dragon who kept struggling with the stars in the sky, whistling silently.

They were all attracted by this sound involuntarily and couldn't help but look at it.

I saw it,

On a Taoist platform surrounded by stars, the white-haired Taoist slowly raised his hand, stretching his five fingers one by one, like a sword ringing:
Chapter completed!