When the white light shone, Xiang Yang's heart trembled on the city wall. Fortunately, the Dharma boat where Luo Tianxin and the others were rushed to the front and had already passed by safely. Otherwise, even those twelve supreme emperors might not be able to withstand such a strange and violent attack.

However, with the sound of thunder, a hint of joy appeared in his heart. The so-called Thunder Demon Realm is not just a demonic energy, the most terrifying thing is this kind of thunder, which is a special vision from the source, the thunder in the void.

What is the source? It is a rare treasure from the chaos, which is more precious than the Hongmeng branch and the mother source of the santhemum. If you really want to compare it, only the true Hongmeng tree of these two treasures, the earth is above them. As for the source fire, Huangquan and Haoshen Light, it is better than the best.

This is one of the greatest opportunities in the life of Duobao Immortal King. It is precisely because of his source that he had the opportunity to refine the treasure of the Hunyuan Dao Palace.

In the end, it was also because of the existence of the Source that he could safely hide the thirteen Hunyuan Gate sealed with three souls and seven spirits on the edge of the Thunder Demon Realm, because the Source is the treasure that he would be afraid of.

Originally, Xiang Yang thought it was too long and Yuan didn't know what happened, so only the demonic energy was left in the Thunder Demon Realm and the meaning of Thunder was lost. But now it seems that its power remains unabashed, which is really a blessing.

But he didn't know that tens of thousands of years ago, Yuan had indeed fallen into silence. After he stimulated the thirteen stone gates some time ago, he woke up after sensing the true spirit of the Duobao Immortal King. Then he was inspired by the three supreme laws, and then he showed his power.

This is also the first time in tens of thousands of years that the Thunder Demon Realm has had the thunder of Hunyuan in the Thunder Demon Realm.

The thunder sounded, and everyone knew it!

In the barbarian camp, the six royal altars and twelve top altars stood tall, and the eighteen strikingly sacrifice souls had already condensed into substances and were hovering in the air.

In the middle of these eighteen altars, the nine-colored strange fire was burning.

The thunder sounded, and the strange fire suddenly stopped beating. Then, the nine-petal flame rushed inward, turning into a colorful eyeball, floating in the air, looking towards the thunder demon realm in the distance.

Soon, all the priests heard strange and long sighs, which were the words of God.

"Is Yuan Duobao still alive? He is still alive?"

Inside the Sanqing Original Temple in Northern Shenzhou.

A group of extremely old priests prayed devoutly in front of a statue of a strange-shaped god, like a twisted flame.

Compared with a hundred years ago, this statue is much more majestic, with fiery red divine patterns on it, each divine pattern emits dazzling red light, covering the statue and forming a projection of a giant.

For nearly a hundred years, 70% of the offerings originally offered to the Starry Sky Gate were intercepted by this giant. The massive amount of essence, blood and wronged souls have restored him a little more. For the existence of his realm, even if it is just a little bit, it is a remarkable progress.

The giant seemed to be sleeping, his chest was still slightly undulating, and his long breathing was very regular. After three hours of inhalation, the rolling energy around him poured into his body like a dragon. After three hours of exhalation, the flame divine pattern around him would be brighter, and the projection would become more condensed as true.

The thunder sounded, and the giant snoring was awakened and slowly opened his eyes. It seemed that because he had just woken up, he could not control his breath well. Fire fog escaped from his seven orifices. Around him, dozens of priests did not hide, and without saying a word, turned into piles of small ashes.

The giant looked into the distance without caring, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the space. After a while, a rumbling sound rang out in the temple, which was also a divine word: "That guy actually provoked him? Well, it's really a troublemaker. Prepare for the divine pattern from the sky."

Outside the nine heavens, in the void where there is nowhere.

Three huge shadows enveloped everything. They were three extremely huge continents that had gathered together at this time.

But wherever they are connected, there are still cracks of time and space rising into the sky, twisting the void into layers of ripples, tearing the whole world apart.

In the air, there was the largest crack in time and space, which ran across the void. It seemed that a huge wound appeared in this world. Drops of turbid liquid dripped from it, turning into various vital energy, floating in the air.

Here, the strong wind raged, tearing everything apart. Occasionally, huge peaks were sucked up by cracks in time and space. With just one touch, the rocks that were hundreds or thousands of times harder than fine steel would disappear without a trace and turn into powder.

But in this environment, two extremely huge arms stretched out from the middle, firmly holding the continents on both sides. There were five-color halos flowing on the arms, and neither time and space cracks nor strong winds could erode them at all.

The thunder sounded, running straight through the nine heavens. The two huge arms did not move at all, but the halo on the arms trembled violently, as if they could sense something

On the central continent, a gray light shrouded a dark space, and a huge building with two-part black and white stood in the middle.

There is a space in the building, and a tall tower stands at the deepest point. Ding Shuai, Lao Bitou, Huanghou and others are sitting in front of the tower with a frown, not knowing what they are saying.

Suddenly, thunder sounded, and Ding Shuai and Lao Bitou jumped up and looked around blankly. A black halo flowed on the tower in front of him. After a while, a human form condensed, which was an old man.

He looked old-fashioned, but his face was very smooth, with long beards under his jaws mopping the floor, and the ends of each beard seemed to have fine sand. A small phantom was struggling endlessly, and he was the Soul Emperor.

He seemed to be alarmed by the thunder, and he appeared outside the Hunyuan Tower for the first time in tens of thousands of years.

The thunder came and went quickly, and soon disappeared. However, both the Soul Emperor and Ding Shuai and others were very excited. They looked at each other for a long time and were speechless.

In the city of New Abyss, the old pot lid was curled up in his back and slept soundly. Several pretty sea women knelt beside him and gently kneaded his thighs exposed outside the shell.

Suddenly, thunder sounded everywhere, and the sea water still couldn't stop it. The old pot lid suddenly jumped up like a rabbit with its tail stepped on. He looked around in a daze, and after a while he patted his shriveled chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I thought that guy came to the door. No, no, no, I'm so kind to his successor. No matter how weird that guy has, he can't vent his anger, it must be a nightmare. Hey, no, why are you so ugly? What did you hear just now?" 2k Reading Network
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