It seemed like a dazzling burst of light. In the endless starry sky, divine light shining on millions of stars suddenly appeared, and the extremely powerful force roared silently.

Infinite brilliance, infinite shock!

The entire starry sky seemed to be trapped in a cloud of muddy aura, and the endless muddy aura contained terrifying power. If it was strangled slightly, all the millions of stars in the starry sky would be destroyed.

The stars were in the mixed breath, and even the blink of an eye could not resist it. In an instant, they were divided into rolling airflows, which showed various color attributes.

The thick yellow earth element, the light green wind element...

The starry sky that enveloped millions of stars turned into a scene of chaos opening up and earth fire and phoenix surging.

This powerful power, even the Daluo Golden Immortal, has to bow his head and let it be slaughtered.

"The ninth style of Kaitian! Add the power accumulation of the previous eight styles and burst out all of them... If I had understood this magical power when I fought with Donghuang Taiyi!"

"Even if I don't have the blood of the saint, I can still be in stalemate with Taiyi without any disadvantage!"

Feng Yuan stood in the endless starry sky, looking at the chaotic scene in front of him.

The natural spear condensed by his divine power in his hand turned into ashes inch after performing the ninth posture.

The millions of stars in front of him that were destroyed by his blow were meteorites in the starry sky and planets without creatures. Feng Yuan used them to test the magical powers of moves, so he didn't have to worry about accidentally hurting the innocent.

After the power of the ninth stance of Kaitian gradually dissipated, the void where the originally chaotic aura was shrouded in the chaotic power of earth, water and fire began to recover little by little.

However, Feng Yuan looked at the starry sky where space fragments kept flying, and felt that it would take at least tens of thousands of years to fully recover this space.

I sensed my own situation.

Feng Yuan had just used the Nine Heavens Styles and burst out an attack that exceeded the limit. His divine power and soul magic power consumed huge amounts, but his recovery power was very strong.

The strongest thing about Emperor Wa's divine body is flexibility and recovery. In addition, the blessings of several worlds connected by the Chaos Thousand Mirror are just a few breaths, and the power consumed just now is restored.

"This supreme magical power is powerful and can be used as a killer weapon. However, my body and magic power can support magical powers, but my mind has to bear the backlash of magical power instinct, and I need to use it with caution!"

When Feng Yuan was about to return to Fengqi Mountain.

A red flame suddenly jumped in the void and appeared in the space fragments swept across the space ahead, like a storm-like starry sky, with flames surging.

Then a man with red hair appeared from it.

The man had two fire dragons hanging on his ears, and his hair and beard were like flames, as if it was dancing and burning.

His eyes were like two balls of blazing fire, bursting fiercely, and their aura was overwhelming.

After the red-haired man appeared, his eyes scanned the scene around him, and saw the chaotic aura that had not yet dissipated and the void that had been reborn into earth, water, fire and wind.

His eyes lit up suddenly.

"It's indeed the magical power of the ancestor god... What a powerful power! I am a descendant of the ancestor god Pangu, the god of fire Zhurong! Who are you? Where did you learn the magical power of the ancestor god from?"

This red-haired man is Zhu Rong, one of the twelve ancestor witches in the prehistoric world.

He was born with the innate fire element, and his temper was relatively straightforward and irritable. Just now, when Feng Yuan was practicing the previous moves of the magical power of the heaven, the aura of creating the world traveled through the void of billions of miles, alarming him.

So Zhu Rong directly tracked the breath and also came to the endless starry sky.

He thought that the descendants of the ancestor god were also able to use this magical power, but when he saw Feng Yuan, he could tell at a glance that although the other party was also a sacred sacred person.

But it has nothing to do with the descendants of the ancestor god.

Since he was not a descendant of the ancestor god, Zhu Rong's attitude changed immediately and he blew up and said, as if he was asking questions.

"Vulcan Zhurong?"

Feng Yuan's eyes moved, and he didn't expect that when he practiced his magical powers, he would attract the witch clan's ancestor witches!

The witch clan had not yet risen at this time. Although the fire god Zhu Rong on the opposite side had a burst of breath, it gave people a feeling of being able to burn the void.

However, this kind of scene with an apparent temperament obviously does not fully grasp its own laws of the Great Dao. According to the realm of the Immortal Dao, the Fire God Zhurong is a little worse than the top Daluo Golden Immortal.

In the prehistoric world, it is on the same level as those of great masters such as Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun Taoist, but compared to Donghuang Taiyi, it is no match for them at all.

"So it's the God of Vulcan!"

"The world of prehistoric gods evolved from the ancestor gods. All creatures are descendants of the ancestor gods. Isn't it normal for me to master the ancestor gods' magical powers?"

When Zhu Rong heard this, his brow frowned, and it was really hard to refute.

"I still have something to do, so I won't talk to you more. I'll see you again if I'm destined to do it!"

After seeing Zhu Rong's attitude, Feng Yuan immediately gave up the idea that he wanted to make friends with the witch clan and shook his head slightly, not quarrel with the other party at all.

He turned into a rainbow light and was about to escape.

Zhurong has always claimed to be authentic Pangu, believing that the twelve ancestor witches of the witch clan are the blood descendants of the ancestor gods and does not regard other creatures in the prehistoric world as similar.

For outsiders who are not the witch clan, the impulse burst in his character is undoubtedly revealed.

Seeing that Feng Yuan was about to leave without saying a few words, Zhu Rong looked anxious.

"Leave me a clear explanation!"

He screamed, grabbed his palm forward, and suddenly a sharp divine fire appeared in the starry sky. The flames condensed into a palm covering the starry sky for thousands of miles.

With the palm of the flame, the wind and fire surged in the starry sky, and countless wind and Mars spurted around it.

Although Feng Yuan's strength is still above Zhurong, it is not a big deal to be hit, no one wants to be attacked for no reason.

Swish!

The escape light stopped immediately, Feng Yuan frowned slightly, grabbed it casually, and a huge palm whistled out. This palm condensed the starlight in the starry sky, and the edge of the palm was wrapped around the fierce and fierce wind.

Boom! The palm condensed by Feng Yuan penetrated directly through the starry sky, and when he touched the palm of the flame that covered thousands of miles, he immediately burst out the palm of the flame.

The wind swung the giant claws, as if it could tear the dark starry sky in front of me in half.

This is Feng Yuan's clone Bai Changsheng, who obtained the killing magical power inherited by the White Tiger clan, and the Wind-Take Heavenly Claws.

This magical move directly tear apart all obstacles and attacked Zhu Rong.

This situation.

Zhu Rong obviously did not expect that he only felt that Feng Yuan in front of him was not weak, but he absolutely did not expect that the other party could easily crack his magical powers.

"Good come!"

Zhu Rong was originally irritable and liked to fight. Now that he met a strong enemy, he was even more excited and shouted suddenly. The small fire dragon in his ears suddenly flew up and rose in the wind.
Chapter completed!