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"The Tuoyu Tianhua is indeed a divine object of heaven. In just seven days, his strength has recovered as before. It seems that he can take the next step."

Ou Chuyang smiled, but there was a bleak smile, a cold smile, a cold smile that made people laugh...

For the past seven days, Ou Chuyang has been considering the matter of heaven. The destruction of Zixiao Gate and the destruction of the Poison Lord Tower are all thanks to Jiang Bai and Ju Yunsong's disciples. Ou Chuyang believes that he has the strength to kill the Nine Emperors, but he will not proudly think that he will be Jiang Bai's opponent. He has seen Xie Shanyang, Jiang Bai, Hongjun and others take action. He knows very well what kind of strength the world master has. It is definitely not comparable to the powerful emperor. Even the most powerful high-level emperor is impossible.

Therefore, if you want to avenge blood and hate, you must reach the realm of the Realm Lord.

"Only one powerful Realm Master has been produced in a 100-year history, which is nonsense." Ou Chuyang smiled disdainfully. "Having mastered the laws of time, the laws of space and the laws of origin, it can be said that everything is in place. Now it is just a little short of the opportunity. You must become a powerful Realm Master. At that time, you dare to block my way, even if it is heaven, I will make a hole. No one can stop me, no one can do..." Ou Chuyang swears secretly.

The demise of Zixiao Sect became an eternal pain in Ou Chuyang's heart. Although Fang Zhun told those powerful emperors who had been dealt with by him that when he surrounded Tiandang Mountain, he did not find the leader of Zixiao Sect, Ou Chuyang was still worried. "Will Yao'er and the others escape? If so, where are they now?"

Sometimes, memories can remind people of some happy experiences; but sometimes, memories can also become a pain in the heart...

At present, Ou Chuyang's mood is equivalent to the latter. The more he is thinking about the life and death he has experienced with the people of Zixiao Sect, the more irresistible he feels.

The vitality in his body kept flowing, and there was a sense of robbing his body. It was not that Ou Chuyang didn't want to calm himself down, but in fact, he couldn't calm down... "Kill Wu Qian and Hou Pei, comprehend the way of heaven, and into the nine divine realms in one fell swoop, and finally the Soul Hall of Realms..." Ou Chuyang looked around for a while, looking at the nine inheritance artifacts flashing like star spots, a trace of ruthlessness flashed across the corners of his eyes. "Let's leave you for a while..." In the sphere of the spheres, Ou Chuyang's figure gradually disappeared, and the remaining voices were still coming back in this space. The voice was filled with anger and murderous intent, causing the 600 million black cyclones to tremble slightly.

The vitality in his body kept flowing, and there was a sense of robbing his body. It was not that Ou Chuyang didn't want to calm himself down, but in fact, he couldn't calm down... "Kill Wu Qian and Hou Pei, comprehend the way of heaven, and into the nine divine realms in one fell swoop, and finally the Soul Hall of Realms..." Ou Chuyang looked around for a while, looking at the nine inheritance artifacts flashing like star spots, a trace of ruthlessness flashed across the corners of his eyes. "Let's leave you for a while..." In the sphere of the spheres, Ou Chuyang's figure gradually disappeared, and the remaining voices were still coming back in this space. The voice was filled with anger and murderous intent, causing the 600 million black cyclones to tremble slightly.

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Nine Sky, the Temple of the Realm Soul.

The white clouds are covered with light breezes, and the majestic energy of heaven and earth merges into a long river of white mist. The World Soul Temple is in this cloud and mist.

The long white stone steps penetrate deep into the clouds and cannot see the end point clearly. However, almost all the strong people with certain strength know that the terminal of this white stone steps is the supreme symbol of power in this world.

The residence of the Lord of the Realm.

According to legend, the World Lord is the most powerful existence in charge of this world. Any one of them can wipe out all the warriors in the Heavenly Martial Realm with a wave of their hands. However, they do not care about the world, regardless of grudges, or life and death. As long as they do not violate the power and responsibilities they control, they will never appear. If the high-level emperor is the pillar of the entire Heavenly Martial Realm, then they are the real masters of this world. The Soul Hall of the Realm, outsiders are not allowed to break into the world...

However, today, outside the Realm Soul Hall, there is an old man with a low figure and old appearance standing under the white stone steps...

The old man raised his head, his face filled with wrinkles, and two splendors shot out from it, covering the entire Realm Soul Hall.

In the eyes of outsiders, the Realm Soul Palace is like a mirage, not entirely real; in the eyes of the old man, every brick and tile of the Realm Soul is at the control of...

The old man stood under the white stone steps and did not climb upwards. Instead, he looked straight at the magnificent hall with a tense expression and a faint look of speculation. He was obviously thinking about something.

After standing quietly for a moment, three figures floated out of the hall. The three of them stepped on the five-colored light, and each of them had superb eyes. They were powerful people at first glance.

The three of them went down the white stone steps and stood in front of the old man. One of them was Jiang Bai.

On that day, he appeared in the wilderness of the South Valley. He stopped the nine emperors from fighting with the God of Sect with the momentum of raising his hand and waving his hand. Jiang Bai, the world master with supreme power, was only standing at the lower head at this time.

He had the highest figure among the three, but he deliberately lowered his head, obviously because the difference in identity did not allow him to be presumptuous.

Beside Jiang Bai, there is a fat middle-aged man with a bloated body. His eyes are solemn and he has a sense of caution. Although he is in line with Jiang Bai, he is better than Jiang Bai in terms of temperament.

The last person was the young man who faced the old man. This person had the strongest momentum, standing in front of Jiang Bai and the fat middle-aged man, fully demonstrating his position as the leader.

As the strongest person in the world, the young man stands at the forefront, his strength is naturally the strongest.

The young man came to the old man, looked at him quietly for a moment, and suddenly said, "No sin, do you know that if you don't order the great master and leave your post without ordering him, is it a death sentence?"

The young man's eyes were cold, and he opened his mouth to rebuke, highlighting his status.

The old man is not someone else, but the steward of the tombs of the gods, and he claims to be the innocence of the corpse-manager.

Wusin is obviously not a good person. He has no fear in the face of the accusations of the young man. On the contrary, his calm expression makes people see it: "Xi Qing, I can't tolerate you from doing things. I ask to see the great master."

"Wuzui, what is your identity? The Ziming lineage and Xuanqing lineage have a palm of heavenly punishment and earth reward. Even if Wu Mie comes, he will not dare to be rude to the adults. You are the following."

Before the young man could speak, the fat middle-aged man behind the young man started to scold him.

Wujue raised his eyelids lazily and glanced at the fat middle-aged man, his eyes full of disdain. Then he looked at the young man Xi Qing without saying a word.

"No sin..."

"Min Rong, don't be rude..."

The fat middle-aged man Min Rong was still waiting to speak, but was stopped by Xi Qing.

Xi Qing stared at Wuzui and said coldly: "The Great Lord has an order. When the Zilu Tiangong selects the Lord, no one will be seen."

Wuzui stood up with a hunched body, looked at Xi Qing tightly, and said in a cold voice: "Xi Qing, why did I come here? I believe you know that this matter is important enough to affect the ancient world. Also, a few days ago, the demon trees of the tombs of my gods are gradually withering, and now they have become dead plants. This matter can be big or small, and I must meet the Great Master."

Xi Qing was not moved when he heard this. As he sneered, a sneering expression showed: "No sin, you should know that even we have to avoid the world during the war of gods. We dare not do this that affects the rules, and the great master does not want to do it. As the inheritance of the Ziming lineage, do you not even remember these?"

"You tell me the rules?" Wuzui also showed a sarcastic smile, glanced at Jiang Bai behind Xi Qing, and said with some meaning: "I don't know who violated the rules of return. I lent the Realm Horcrux to the Nine Realms and broke Fu Zhixuan's Poison King Tower. Is this also in the rules? Is this reasonable?" "Wuzui..." Jiang Bai, who had not spoken, was shocked when he heard this and immediately defended: "Luo Kong Cone is not a Realm Horcrux, but a supreme artifact. Even if I give it to Ju Yunsong, it cannot be considered a violation." "Hmm?"

As soon as this said, Xi Qing and Min Rong secretly called out terrible. Just as they were about to turn around, a ray of light flashed and quickly hit Jiang Bai.

Jiang Bai, who showed great strength in the wilderness of Nangu, was beaten by this light without any warning and vomited blood and retreated... "Hmph~" As he looked back, Min Rong's expression also changed several times. He watched Wunin's trembling veteran slowly lowering his eyes, his eyes filled with ferocious murderous intent.

A generation of world masters was attacked and normally they took revenge as soon as possible. However, after being attacked, Jiang Bo did not even say anything, and returned to Xi Qing, lowered his head and said nothing, his eyes full of awe and dark hatred. "I don't know what's wrong." Wuzui curled his lips.

Just then, a bell suddenly sounded in the sky, and the bell was roaring and a majestic voice that was irresistible was heard: "Wuzui..." This voice came, and Wuzui and others immediately put away their arrogant temperament just now, dared to bow to the ground, and shouted. "See Dazun..." Only the great master said: "The movement of heaven and earth has its own extraordinary numbers. Even if we know the changes in the sky, we cannot intervene. As for the demon tree, it has a fate, and ten Yanji is also the time for him to die. You might as well go back." "But Dazun..." "Go." Wuzui had to say something, but was stopped by the voice. In desperation, Wuzui could only turn around and sweep the clouds...

Just as Wuzui left, Xi Qing turned his head with an unhappy face and glared at Jiang Bai and said, "Junior brother, next time Ou will do such a reckless thing, you are still far from him..." Jiang Bai shivered and said, "Thank you, senior brother, for your advice."

The wind is whistling and the water is cold...

The red sky, the irritating heat, the thick fog rolls, and the wolf smoke is everywhere...

The sky is filled with mountains, fire clouds are covering the sky, countless howlings and screams in the mountains...

Outside the mountain, Ou Chuyang stood proudly between heaven and earth, standing in front of him, Fang Zhun, Heidian, Xiaodie, and the remaining team of less than a hundred people.

Everyone stood straight, with excitement and determination on their faces, and a shocking murderous aura faintly surged into the sky in the neat queue.

hatred……

The shocking hatred created endless anger. Their eyes were sharper than ferocious beasts and even more resentful than evil spirits...

Looking at the sparse team in front of him, Ou Chuyang's heart was once again shrouded in sadness. "The Zixiao Sect was established in the Earth Martial Realm. It was once magnificent enough to match the nine divine realms, but now there are only less than a hundred people left..." The indignation in his heart attacked one after another, and his blood-red eyes were frequently blooming with a slight ray. "Black Dian..." Ou Chuyang called Black Dian and asked, "Where has Lu Hao and Lu Yun's team been?"

Heidian stood up and replied loudly: "Return to the sect leader, Lu Hao and Lu Yun's team has reached three hundred miles east of the deep sea of ​​the extreme abyss. The army gathers, waiting for the sect leader to give an order." Ou Chuyang nodded and looked at Fang Zhun.

Fang Zhun hurriedly walked out, sighed, and said, "Sect Master, my subordinates have searched all over the Nine Realms, and they can no longer find the remaining Zixiao tribe. Maybe..." As he said that, Fang Zhun sighed again.

When the people behind him heard the sound, they were all sad.

Ou Chuyang did not take action these days, not only because he needed to recover his strength, but more time he ordered people to find Zixiao's remaining troops. However, no good news has been spread in recent days, and Ou Chuyang had expected this result.

Taking a deep breath, Ou Chuyang spoke in grief and said in a stern tone: "I think how brilliant I, Zixiao, used to be, is so sad that I am now as miserable as a friend. We cannot let our brothers die in vain. It is time to avenge this blood feud."

He slowly said it word by word, and the anger of the hundreds of powerful Divine Emperors below was suddenly mobilized.

"Our enemies are not only the nine divine realms, the beast realms, and the deep sea of ​​extreme abyss. Each of these people's hands is covered with the blood of our family, brothers, and friends. Although the Tongtian Hanging Pavilion and the Nine Road Heavenly Palace assisted this battle, it is also a life-and-death death. You need to know that we are now against the warriors of the entire Tianwu Realm. I want to know, do you still have to follow this sect to attack the Dragon Pond? You can answer me now, even if anyone among you doesn't want it, this sect will not blame you. Also, what I want to remind you is that this time is just the beginning, once the sharp blade of the Zixiao Sect is out, it will be possible to be pulled back forever. Unless our enemies are all dead, there will be no turning back in the iron-blooded journey."

He said passionately and wanted to die. The strong men below had no hidden worries and doubts at all. As Ou Chuyang finished speaking, Na Mangxing took the lead in raising the treasure blade, raised it high, and shouted: "We swear to follow the sect leader to the death, and we will never look back."

"Iron-blooded journey, never look back..."

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A loud voice gathered in one place. Even if there were less than a hundred people, the amazing murderous aura still rushed into the sky and rang out loud. The majestic momentum broke through the huge gap in the fire clouds in the sky and hid far away from both sides.

"Okay." Ou Chuyang's eyes widened, his face looked ferocious. He summoned him casually, and the supreme purple flame beside the chasm of the chasm made a "clang" sound, drawing a purple rainbow and jumped into Ou Chuyang's palm.

Ou Chuyang had a long sword in his hand, his chest was filled with anger, his eyes swept at the chasm, and countless cried souls in the mountains, pointing out angrily.

"These people are our enemies, and before they leave, they use their blood to sacrifice to our brothers."

“Hand it…”

After the cold words fell, the death sentence of the gods of hundreds of millions of yuan was officially sentenced to the death sentence, and they all fell into the cycle of reincarnation.

Perhaps in the torture of recent months, the madness of hundreds of Zixiao disciples at this moment is the best relief for them.

For a moment, the shouts and screams had stopped and no more shouting. The light balls were waiting for these powerful Divine Emperors to harvest their last soul life and be liberated.
Chapter completed!