Luo Yuan no longer held back and activated his full force. The power of the extreme yang burst out like illuminating the heavens and burning the world. That burning heat, just like the meaning of which two ancient characters represent, could burn the sky.

Two ancient characters exuded vicissitudes and obscure fluctuations. The characters twisted in the eyes of sentient beings, and then turned into fire in the sky, burning all things in the world, and burning all spirits of sentient beings. Within three thousand miles, they all turned into vacuum. All orders, rules, and magic powers seemed pale and powerless under this magical power, and were small and weak. The endless sea of ​​fire seemed to be able to evaporate the galaxy and head towards the eight-armed Moro who walked out of chaos.

The Eight-Armed Mora seemed like a demon god, so she was so amazing that she could open a world with her palms. However, under the Burning Heaven, she was unable to match her strength. Even if she was like a god and demon, she could open up chaos with infinite magic power. However, the Eight-Armed Mora at this moment was just a phantom after all. Even with the support of countless disciples and the blood of tens of thousands of creatures as sacrifices, it was still difficult to resist under the burning of the Art of Burning Heaven.

"Roar!" The eight-armed Moro shouted anger, and the sound waves shaking the sea water exploded, the sea of ​​fire surging, and the mountains and rivers trembled and shattered. However, the fire of the burning sky was still unaffected and covered it.

Even though this is just a phantom, the methods of gods and demons are unpredictable. The mystery is even more profound and unpredictable. It has the real ability to penetrate the sky and the earth. The eight-armed Moro has his own consciousness, and his eyes emit a faint light, and a little anger is in the coldness. In his opinion, Luo Yuan is just a bug. If it were not for the constraints of the fire of the burning sky, he would have already slapped to death with one palm.

The eight-armed Moro's eight big hands kept dancing. Even though they were in the endless sea, they could easily intercept the power of the great way of heaven from the heavens, earth, mountains and rivers to condense the power of creation! But there was a ball of light in each of the eight palms, namely red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, purple, and black. Each ball of light had a earth-shaking power, exuding a terrifying fluctuation that made the Supreme God-turning God heart palpitations.

"No, the god of Moro is angry. I will retreat quickly and cannot stay within a radius of thousands of miles!" The Supreme Emperor of the Extreme Palace in the middle stage of the God Transformation immediately showed a look of horror in his eyes. He spoke in a lost voice, then his body shook, trying to move away.

"What a method this is? I have been practicing for thousands of years and have read many ancient scriptures. But even if I have never seen such method in the records!" The old man hurriedly retreated and did not dare to stop and frantically.

"War as long as you want, and as long as you want, how can you let me go?" Luo Yuan's eyes were cold and his hands were used to drive a few wisps of burning sky fire to the three god-transforming monks in the Jiming Palace. Among them, the power of the Sun shines brightly, and roars away with the power to burn everything.

Seeing Luo Yuan's 8-armed Moro dared to be so distracted when he was fighting against the enemy, and he was not angry or shocked, and even regretted it. They really did not expect that Luo Yuan's methods were endless, and every move and every move was a famous master of magic. Just one thing could shock the world and be called the same level. However, he was able to use such great magical powers to compete with the shadow of gods and demons, and he was distracted to kill them.

If they had known that the other party was so terrifying, how could they provoke it and cause fire to get on their bodies? The Wuji Demon Lord was so dying that he was not in the Jiming Palace. Otherwise, Luo Yuan would pour out all his anger on the Wuji Demon Lord, and what does everything have to do with them? To put it bluntly, it is nothing more than a dead fellow Taoist who will not die. What does Wuji Demon Lord's life and death have to do with them. At this moment, facing the fierce and powerful technique of burning the sky, they would wish to cut the Wuji Demon Lord into pieces.

"Ah!" Several wailings came to a sea of ​​fire within a radius of thousands of miles. Luo Yuan carried his back with one hand, stepped on the surrounding area of ​​the sea of ​​fire, silently watching the shadow of the eight-armed Moro in the center of the sea of ​​fire. It was not that he did not want to use any means to completely erase the enemies, but that he was consuming a lot at this time and could not use any means. The Burning Heaven Technique was so great. In order to promote the display of this magical power, he had to remove all the magic powers of the deity and clones.

In the middle of the endless sea of ​​fire, the two characters Burning Heaven manifested, turning into two ancient characters that were thousands of feet tall, slowly pressing towards the shadow of the Eight-Armed Moro from above.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Several loud noises came one after another, and the eight-armed Moro stirred the infinite wind and clouds. Under his dancing, it seemed that the entire endless sea was surging and stirring. Accompanied by the loud noises, the order divine chain that was difficult for the naked eye to see clearly. The colorful order divine chain burst out with all kinds of divine lights, blocking the sky and the earth like a spider web, blocking the shadow of the eight-armed Moro inside.

At the same time, the space was broken, and a void crack of hundreds of feet in the radius was blown up in the center. The space barriers were melted and they could not bear the power of Burning Heaven. In the void, there was a collision between the void turbulent flow. The void turbulent flow carried the power of the boundless void, and the Supreme God Transformation would be injured if it was accidentally touched. Such things were extremely powerful, but the Eight-Armed Moro Shadow waved his arm and easily penetrated it to dissipate. Its terrifying strength can be seen.

Eight light balls gathered and exploded suddenly. Luo Yuan was shocked and immediately retreated and left at a speed by shrinking the ground into an inch. Three thousand miles away, Luo Yuan looked at the Jiming Palace in the distance, and did not care about his excessive consumption, bit the tip of his tongue, spit out a mouthful of essence and blood, and then left again by shrinking the ground into an inch. Seven thousand miles away, even if it was extremely far away from Jiming Palace, he could still feel the destructive fluctuations in the distance.

With the place where the Eight-Armed Mora stands as the center, countless laws are shaken, the divine chain of order is broken and flying, and fragments of space are scattered all over the world. The boundless void is revealed, and countless monks burst out and die in this fluctuation. The Eight-Armed Mora's shadow gradually becomes transparent, and the indestructible statue is gradually burned under the burning fire of the sky.

With the burning of the statue, the image of the Eight-Armed Moro suffered severe damage and became vaguely illusory. Its aura gradually weakened and no longer became strong, falling into the range of the God Transformation. After a few more breaths, the Eight-Armed Moro Shadow roared to the sky, with endless anger and unwillingness, and finally burst into pieces and turned into a dark light. Under the "burning of the sky", there were very few god-forming monks who could resist surviving.

Luo Yuan looked at the direction of the Jiming Palace in the distance, and at this moment he no longer saw the magnificence he had seen when he first came. The floating island of the mountains, the hanging spring sculptures, and the main hall of the mountain gate, countless monks no longer saw each other, as if they were evaporated. He did not hurry forward, but took out a pill from the storage bag and swallowed it down. Then he sat cross-legged in the sea water, letting the sea water wash and squeeze his body, and ignored it, and began to sit cross-legged with his eyes closed, and his luck recovered.

For some reason, Luo Yuan seemed to feel a warm and gentle feeling from the bottom of his heart for this endless sea water. It was like a woman embracing him gently. Every drop of sea water made him feel unstable. It seemed that there was endless thoughts of longing. He could vaguely hear the long-lasting whisper. It was a woman's voice, containing endless love and longing, spanning endless years and the world, and appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Oh, you no longer know your concubine..."

Luo Yuan suddenly woke up, but after looking around, he didn't notice it. The sound made him feel familiar, heartache, and even more bitter and crazy. It was like a part of his life that should have belonged to him, but was cut off by life. The sea water up and down the four directions had no force to squeeze, but gently stroked Luo Yuan's face like a palm.

Luo Yuan frowned slightly. He had already let Mo Liu's body enter the body of the deity. Because Mo Liu's body is a pure sword intent, cold and ruthless, and can truly achieve a cold iron, without any emotional fluctuations. Feeling the strange feeling of his face, Luo Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and rubbed his face with his right hand, but felt warm. Although it was melted into the sea water, it was not like sea water. Instead, it was more like the tears he shed, which made him shake his head and feel unbelievable.

The sea water seemed to have spirits, and it condensed into a water dragon surrounding Luo Yuan's body, and then slowly reflected into Luo Yuan's body, absorbed like the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Luo Yuan's eyes were slightly condensed, but it was not stopped. Because he could not feel anything wrong, he had a sense of comfort, which was different from the joy of clouds and rain. Instead, it seemed to make up for one of his own shortcomings and shortcomings, thus achieving a certain kind of perfection.

After some thought, Luo Yuan looked inside, but found that his five elements body water attributes had been greatly improved, he had no other discovery. He fell into deep thought again, remembering that when he was building the foundation, he just heard a sigh, and then burst into tears, whistling to the sky, leaving wildly. At the same time, he felt a pain in his heart, which was a pain imprinted in his bone marrow, heartbroken, and indescribable, and it was unforgettable for him to forget in his life.

But now, he heard a sentence. Although he hadn't heard many of them, he could start to speculate from it.

"You don't know me anymore? Shouldn't I know the master of this voice? But this is too strange. A being able to possess such supernatural powers must be an immortal. How could I have any entanglement with the immortal? So, who am I? Or, who was my previous life, how could I get involved in such great cause and effect?" Mo Liu dispersed the body of the god murmured, guessing all possibilities. If it really involves his past and present life, and there is even cause and effect among the immortals, then every step would not allow him to be careless.

After a while, Luo Yuan shook his head, and his consciousness regained his dominance. After several considerations, he finally felt powerless and he simply didn't think about it. There were too many mystery and secrets, and with his cultivation and knowledge at this moment, it was far from enough to explore the truth. This involved cause and effect, and reincarnation. Even the Great Master of Refining Void dared not easily get involved. The Supreme Master of Transformation of God was only called in the world. Compared with the true immortal who was above the nine heavens, he was like an ant.
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