Chaoge City stands between the vast land, crossing north and south like a mountain range, overlooking the east and west.

It is as straight as a giant dragon, overlooking the eight hundred vassal states.

The twenty-nine human emperors of the Great Shang Dynasty suppressed the world for millions of years, and had gathered ninety-five percent of human fortunes in one world. The power of the world is over, and no one dared not to follow.

In a mountain range tens of thousands of miles away outside Chaoge City.

Chu Xuan, with a cold expression, stood on a lonely peak, looking out of the endless sea of ​​clouds, and stood like a super singing city like a sky.

"team leader......"

A figure broke through the air and fell behind Chu Xuan.

The person who came carried a longbow was Zhang Heng.

"Wang Zhongchao wants to see you."

Zhang Heng bowed slightly, with a respectful and cautious expression.

In his senses, under their captain's thin body, there is power that is even brighter than the sun and moon and vaster than time and space.

Make him feel awe.

"King Zhongchao..."

Chu Xuan looked at Chaoge, and deep in his eyes, endless data was flowing continuously.

In an instant, Wang Zhongchao's purpose, his purpose, the meaning behind it, as well as the possibility of success and failure.

It all emerged in the heart.

"Let him go back, I agree to this."

Chu Xuan raised his head slightly, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose reflected a cold curve.

Zhang Heng just looked up and saw the endless stream of data flowing in the cold arc, and his heart felt a little cold.

"yes."

Zhang Heng bowed and retreated.

Whenever he was in front of this captain, he always felt an inexplicable fear, as if he had no secret in front of him, and his whole body seemed transparent.

Even though he had advanced to the thirteenth level and had been in Dayi's sun shooting dungeon, his archery technique was recognized by Dayi, and he had an arrow and fell to the sun.

Nothing changed at all.

Zhang Heng retreated, and Chu Xuan's expression did not change at all.

If someone can watch it up close, you can see that under Chu Xuan's sight, there is no color, no creature or any substance...

The sight in the eyes of all acquired spirits and innate gods and demons is different.

In his eyes, there is only data.

Layer, entangled and intertwined, like infinite data streams.

That is the entire world of prehistoric world, the void of the constant sand dimension, twelve trillion chapters, and three thousand chapters, ranging from dust particles to sand, to sun, moon, stars, and traces of all spirits and all things.

"Small trends are reversible, but the big trends cannot be changed..."

Chu Xuan's eyes were calm, and under absolute rationality, a trace of human nature shone.

Under absolute reason, he preserves a thread of human nature that he has nurtured with infinite data.

He can care about the outcome and the outcome, but he can also ignore it.

"I hope you don't let me down."

Chu Xuan pushed his glasses. If Gu Shaoshu was the heaven of the prehistoric world, he (Hongshu) was similar to the spokesperson of the way of heaven.

What is the general trend?

It's him.

"As for the Master of Fist..."

Chu Xuan lowered his eyes, endless data flowed, and arranged different ways of dying for him.

Rejected one by one.

If you can't die so quickly, you won't be able to attract more Hunyuan if you die too quickly.

Still have to wait.

As he was thinking, Chu Xuan called Zheng Zha and others and arranged for them to contact countless players who entered the chapter of the Gods.

............

Huhu~~~

Between the clouds and the sky, the master of fist overlooks the boundless earth.

The world of the Gods is vast and vast, and seems to be not much different from the real Gods universe.

He is Hunyuan, and his Tao runs through all worlds, naturally also includes the Great Universe of the Gods, so he naturally knows the appearance of the Great Universe of the Gods.

And other big chapters are naturally not that bad.

This prehistoric world is already a creation that amazed him.

"If I really let him become..."

The Master of Fist looked at it and a chill broke out in his heart.

It was enough to defeat the Demon King before, and it could shake the fist with just one blow. If he succeeded...

In a flash, he gave up the idea.

With steps, you will cross the boundless starry sky, the Taixu Heaven, the Shihuatian, the Moon Wheel Heaven... and climb to the thirty-third heaven of Yuyutian.

Here, the difference between it and the external world of the God-Fengshi is revealed.

In the endless and infinite multiverse universe, the strength of the three pure ones is an eternal topic.

Yuanshi Tianzun is the original origin, the cause of all fruits, the god king of all gods, the ancestor of Taiqing Taoism, the foundation for the evolution and existence of all things, the lord of all things, the lord of all things, the lord of all things, the lord of all things, the lord of all things, the lord of all spirits and immortals, and the lord of all things ending everything, the killing of all heavens, and the lord of all spirits and worlds returning to the ruins.

Some say that Yuanshi is the most respected, some say that Taiqing is the last, and there are also saying that Lingbao is the most powerful, and there are various statements, and there are even more contradictory points, which can be said to be confused.

But the Master of Fist knows that the statements about the three pure Taoist ancestors in the world and heaven are all correct and wrong.

Opposition, reversal, and refutation, in such an existence, it can exist at the same time or it can not exist at the same time.

The comparison of strength and weakness is meaningless.

As he knew, in Journey to the West, the thirty-three heavens were the highest in the Great Red Heaven, and in the Great Gods, the thirty-three heavens were the highest in the Great Yutian.

At this time, the thirty-three heavens in this chapter of the God Chapter were not Yu Yutian, nor Qingweitian, nor Da Chitian.

Thirty-three heavens are the highest, and it is a completely unfamiliar sky for him!

"Zixiaotian..."

The master of boxing moved his heart and remembered that someone had once suppressed the Three Qingshou.

Don’t you think this world has reflected all this?

That Martial Ancestor is really bold.

Although the Three Pure Dao Ancestors may not have the will to come to this prehistoric world.

Huh ~

The Master of Fist took one step and came outside Yu Yutian.

Before he could climb Yu Yutian, he saw the clouds and mists of Yutian disperse, and the numerous buildings of the Immortal Palace inside appeared and a young Taoist walked out.

"The overseas scattered cultivator Yue Ping's life, so he asked to meet the leader of the Puritans."

The master of the boxing Tao spoke softly, and the sound waves were neither far nor near, just as he arrived at Yu Yutian.

"The Supreme Immortal is polite. My master knows that the Supreme Immortal is here and is waiting."

As soon as the young Taoist swept the dust, the clouds and mist in Yu Yutian were completely opened, and a great road surrounded by four spirits hung down from the sky and fell in front of the Master of Fist.

"I dare not have the labor camp leader waiting."

The Master of Fist chuckled and stepped into Yu Yutian.

As he stepped on, his three feet tall body fell back and turned into an ordinary young man.

"Please, Immortal."

The young Taoist looked at the Master of Fist and felt that although the young immortal aura was extremely restrained, it still emitted a worldly atmosphere that swept across the Wuji and dominated the world.

I couldn't help but feel shocked.

This is no longer Da Luo.

If it’s not Da Luo, it’s the saint!

This young man who claims to be a scattered immortal overseas is actually a saint?

I couldn't help but feel respectful.
To be continued...