They all want to get that top-of-the-encounter, to prove the road!

But the proof is too difficult, and there are only nine Taoists in the whole apocalyptic continent, and all come from the ancient three ethnic groups.

It is necessary to know that the ancient three ethnic groups are blessed with the race of heaven and earth, the earliest beings in this world, and then there are the creatures of the beasts, spirits and beasts, demons, and human beings.

It can also be seen from this that the proof is difficult and difficult to go to the sky.

The appearance of the cemetery of the gods, let everyone see a ray of life, just like the number of the 50th of the road, to go to one, the remaining 49, one of which is to go, is the line of the road.

All Saints are seeking this hope.

The saints who enter the cemeteries of the gods go deep.

Li Fengyang took the ridal disease, traveled through the deep forest, crossed the river, over the mountains, and killed many murderous beasts, all of them used to feed the ant colony.

After a year of doing this, Li Fengyang finally entered the core area of the cemetery of the gods.

Everywhere there was a scene of desolation, dilapidation, and withering, not a tree, a grass, a river, even the peaks were devastated, as if they had been attacked by a devastating attack.

The air is also much darker, and this area seems to have an indelible force.

The dry ancient trees stand, into pieces, but there is no green leaf, there is no vitality, but because of growth, rooted in the ground, has not yet fallen.

The palace was broken, the red wall fell off, and there was a nearly rotten smell.

The river dried up, and the bones of fish creatures could be seen from it.

When Li Fengyang walked in, it was like an outsider, and the dilapidated scene around him was out of step.

Li Fengyang slightly frowned, a closer look, found that the air filled with a strong Holy Spirit breath, as well as traces of holy lines, as many as dozens, hundreds of species, that is to say, here is likely to fall nearly a hundred holy people.

Lee is a bit of a horrendous.

It is a panic to know that there are not only more than a hundred holy people in the whole apocalyptic continent today, and there have been so many fall here.

Is this heaven?

Heaven wants all beings to die, and they will not let the people live.

Heaven is irreversible!

Through this dilapidated, barren, and ancient land, one mountain appeared in the sight of Li Fengyang and the rivulet.

However, the peaks here are not high, a closer look, Li Fengyang estimated no more or less, is forty-nine feet, not a single point, not a lot of points, but these standing in the vast land of the peaks, but give him a magnificent, atmospheric extraordinary feeling.

The radiant of the Holy Way, the qi of the Holy Way, comes from a mountain.

Li Fengyang was slightly stunned, gathered a strong spiritual force, and his eyes were swept from one mountain, no more than one or no less, forty-nine.

Suddenly, Li Feng Yang waved a noise, and there was a discovery that these 49 peaks seemed to stand on the ground, but there was another sequence inside, and the class was in the nine palaces.

Li Fengsheng doubted and chose the road between the two peaks to go in.

The mountain road is not rugged, but it is not easy to go, because the ground is full of the bones of the monks, most of which have decayed, and Li Fengyang walked in, bringing up an angry, all turned into flying ash.

There are too many bones, more than Li Fengyang saw before the bone mountain.

Inside the mountain, people opened up the ladder, and many bones sat on top of it, and they did not move to death, which has been maintained to this day.

But there is no imposter here, but there is a holy rhyme, because there are various kinds of holy breaths that eliminate the gloom here, and it seems that these monks are willing to die here.

From the corpses of these monks swept one by one, Li Fengyang found a law, a group of 49,000 monks, led by a forty-nine superior to the immortal, and above them, is a saint.

Every area is like this, on both sides of the mountain, no exception, there is a saint's body, after countless years, from the previous life left, there is still light.

Li Feng's heart has a sense of shock, and there is a guess in his heart that this may be the place where the previous life of life worked together to fight against the Heavenly Way.

They used to live as a place of burial.

Sadly, they still failed.

After walking for dozens of miles, there have been some prohibitions between the two mountains, most of which have collapsed, and only some have been retained, although they are mutilated, they still contain no small strength.

Because these laws are forbidden to be holy, when they are complete, they can kill the saints, severely damage the Great Saint, and compete with the Taoist saint.

Before the corpses of these monks were born, they were forbidden by the running method, evolved the power of the Holy Father, fought against the Heavenly Tao, and wanted to reverse the way and change their lives.

Suddenly, the worm shouted Li Fengyang, and his eyes looked forward: "Daughter, you see, what is written above is a magic?"

Li Fengyang looked at it extremely, and on the steep mountainside, there was a tall stone monument on the side, which was filled with words, and what did he seem to be describing?

Looking closely, Li Fengyang found that these words were suddenly one-style sanctifications; Li Fengyang guessed that the saints of the previous life did not know whether they could survive this catastrophe, so they completely recorded what they had learned in their lives, expecting someone to pass it on.

Unfortunately, only one person survived in the previous life, that is, the war ancestor, and only one hand.

In the face of heaven, no one can survive.

“Call!”

Li Fengyang stretched out his right hand and grabbed the stone stone.

He wanted to put the stone up and pass it on.

“Rumble!”

But at this time, a golden palm came out from the other end of the mountain, and the target was also this stone monument.

Li Fengyang was surprised, and the other side was surprised and hit it.

With a bang, Li Fengyang was repelled by the other party.

“The Saint?”

Lee’s face changed.

“Is that you, Lee?”

At the same time, from the front of a slightly fat middle-class man, wearing a gold robe, wearing a gold crown, wearing a gold boot, staring at Li Fengyang, eyeing the golden light, showing extraordinary weather.

“Tian Zhou?”Li Fengyang did not expect to be able to meet this guy here, the face is not different, but the heart is a sinking, it seems that a big war is inevitable.

Tian Zhouha laughed, looked a little surprised and happy, said: "Li Fengyang, really stepping on the iron shoes without looking for a place, it has to come to no effort, it seems that God wants to kill you here."

"You're too early to be happy."Li Fengyang said.

He is calm, and in such a situation, he must be calm.

With Kong Xuan World War, Li Fengyang also knew his general strength, not the opponent of Tao San, but do not forget that it is Kong Xuan, and even let him be afraid of the Kong propaganda.

Therefore, even if Li Fengyang is not Tian Zhou's opponent, he should have a fighting force, at least, not as disabled as the last time.

"Don't be a big word, Li Fengyang, in the outside world, if not chaotic people, this seat has already killed you, I did not expect you now to see no one, well, today this seat will be you behead here."

Tian Zhou grunted lightly, sleeves out, the momentum was magnificent, the power of the road spread out, forming a roar, the mountain road shook, but the mountain did not move, as if there was a terrible force.

“The cloud!”

Tian Zhou is one of the ancient immortals, strong strength, the meaning of Li Fengyang must kill, a shot, there is no mercilessness, palms out, white clouds fluttering, overlapping together, rushing to Li Fengyang.

The clouds are colorful, gathering bright and colorful, as if a wonderful world, covering the head of Li Fengyang.

The entire mountain is illuminated.

The wind fell from the sky, and Li Fengyang's long, dark hair, looked cold, emitted a long whistling, the blood swept, and the blood-filled blood-shearing sword flew into the sky.

However, the blood sword cut to the colorful clouds, but issued a riveting sound, as if it was not a cloud, but a diamond stone, hard, suppressed, and gulled.

Li Fengyang was surprised and looked up, and the colorful clouds had fallen down, and the momentum was fierce, causing a powerful storm, and the bones of the monks who stood on the steps were all destroyed.

Li Fengyang shouted and cast a stamp of battle, but did not want to be directly suppressed by the cloud.

Tian shot on Monday without reservation, and now he can't pay attention to people, step by step, drink in his mouth: "Strike!"

It's a bastard!

The mixed stick is not large, nor long, full of glazed radiance, from the sky, led a shimmer, the road followed, there is the earth-opening trend, the face of the cracked head fell.

Li Feng stepped back, but the mixed stick has already called, the speed is fast, has been unable to retreat.

With a heavy face, Li Fengyang shouted low: “Give me a fix!”

The body-set art swept out, rushed to the high altitude, to the mixed stick carrying the roll over, but the mixed stick is the upper sacramental, Tian Zhou's sacred weapon, and blessing the road force, very terrible, the fixation only slightly stopped it, it fell down, like a thunder.

“Shit!”

Li Fengyang hated, knowing that Tian Zhou was thinking about putting himself to death, immediately waved his big sleeves, wrapped in the blood jacket of the people, dragged out a golden flame, and hit the mixed stick together.

“Hang!”

The two gods collided, and the sound was shocking, if the sky crumbled, it felt deafening, and the powerful forces rushed to the four sides, shaking the two mountains, and Li Fengyang retreated hundreds of steps.

Tian Zhou was also affected a little, but only a few steps.

The gap between Li Fengyang and him is clear at a glance.

But Tian Zhou showed his surprise and said, “Your strength has become stronger?”How is it possible?”

You know, Li Fengyang has been building a great saint for hundreds of years, how can the strength be improved?

As we all know, the monks of the holy land are difficult to improve their strength, little by little, need to pay ten times, a hundred times the strength of the previous, how did Li Fengyang do it?

Tian Zhou stared at Li Fengyang, and his heart was more prosperous, because he always felt that Li Fengyang was an ancient Xian, a big problem in the heart of the three clans, not to mention Li Fengyang let the Tian family face, so he must die.

“Kill!”

Tian Zhou's golden pupil oozes out of the killing idea, the richness is unopened, the power of the avenue pours out, transformed into a golden world on one side, hitting the two mountains, and hitting Li Fengyang with a rumbling sound.

Then, Tian Zhou hands raised, holding the mixed stick in his hand, the body of the Holy Force poured into it, the glazed stick immediately appeared out of the sacred lines, dots bloom, strong power.

“Call!”

Then, the whole person of Tian Zhou will jump up, jump up and raise, into the golden world, carrying a volume of gold, if the gods fall, want to kill Li Fengyang.

It is true that Tao San, the strength of the horror, so that Li Fengyang felt a huge crisis, he almost did not even consider the slightest consideration, the nine series of forces and seventeen humanoid shadow out.

However, even if this magic trick is in contact with the golden world, it is like a piece of paper, it is all broken, the mixed stick falls, and the sacred lines follow, like a river.

Power of Terror!

Li Feng changed his color, hurriedly exerted the body of King Kong, stimulated supreme power, and then exercised his body to restrain the golden world and the falling mixed stick.

However, this is just an appearance, Li Fengyang really exerted is soul-stelling.