aircannonsinc Chapter 232: After a hundred years, the battle power of the Immortal King!
Chapter 232: After a hundred years, the battle power of the Immortal King!
Major disputes, at the click of a finger, a hundred years have passed.
One by one, outstanding talents were born, budding, brilliant, and famous throughout the world.
Showing unparalleled talent and talent, fighting in the world, writing brilliantly, and being favored by many immortal forces.
Many of them were originally not famous, but their own qualifications could not be concealed.
In the splendid golden age, it blooms with its own splendid brilliance and shocks the world.
In the 100,000-strong mountain, the demon clan was also born in accordance with the trend of the times.
The major tribes have come out with many extremely powerful geniuses, who are amazingly talented, and they have broken through giants at a young age, and their combat power is unparalleled.
They are very belligerent, and they have had a great showdown with many geniuses, suppressing many descendants of the great forces.
But they still lost to the most dazzling twin stars in the golden age.
It seems that they are not on the same channel as these people, sitting alone on the top of the mountain.
He has crushed countless famous enchanting geniuses, and he has the arrogance of being the only one in the world.
It seems to be regarded as a peak on the road of cultivation, which cannot be surpassed.
But no matter how the wind and clouds change, a towering immortal palace hanging high in the sky is always independent of the world, and it is extremely aloof.
It seems to be the residence of the true immortals, with 18 thousand rays of light falling, phoenixes hovering, unicorns reclining, the supreme Dao pattern law is flowing, swaying boundless light rain.
There are also layers of vast cosmic phantoms appearing, lingering in the chaotic atmosphere, overlooking the East Wilderness, and the general situation is changing.
That is the most unfathomable place in the Eastern Desolate Sky Territory, there is no one.
A hundred years ago, in the first year of the emperor's calendar, a mighty immortal palace appeared out of thin air, like the most dazzling stars hanging on the top of the Eastern Desolate Heaven, overlooking all living beings.
The world knows that it is the residence of the supreme emperor, and regards it as the supreme place, calling it the temple.
Countless pilgrims worshiped under the shrine day and night, praising the emperor's great deeds.
Be devout like a Buddhist Buddha, and pay homage to the Supreme Emperor!
Inside the temple is a vast and boundless chaotic fairyland, filled with traces of the Great Dao.
Dao Dao Xiaguang is thin, like a colorful peacock spreading its wings, exuding a peaceful atmosphere.
Immortal mist curled up, lingering around Huaguang, and the dense fairy mist filled every inch of space.
The ancient trees are evergreen, the immortals are in clusters, and the clusters of immortals are bright and bright, turning into dense ups and downs.
The heaven and earth are presented here, clearly interwoven like chains, expounding the most fundamental laws and principles.
A golden sacred ancient tree is rooted in the fairyland, the fruit is dazzling like the sun and hangs on the branch, and there is a divine bird bathing in the fire standing on it.
A unicorn and a white tiger perched under the tree, all exuding imperial coercion.
This tree is a sycamore fairy tree, a seven-star immortal tree of immortality. It ripens once in a hundred years, has a short cycle, and bears nine fruits at one time.
A single fruit can make a person achieve the status of Emperor Dao, which is one of the top gods Jiang Feng has ever obtained.
Next to a mouthful of Xianquan, the spring was crystal clear, surrounded by Shen Xi, and a true dragon with purple-gold horns on its head, wrapped in a blood-colored arc, coiled in it.
In the distance, a golden ox wagging its tail, pulling a purple-gold chariot back and forth in Xiantian to reclaim the land, scattering seeds one by one.
It seems that he is planting elixir, his expression is very leisurely, and he enjoys this kind of life very much.
The breath he exudes is stronger, flowing with the charm of immortality and immortality, standing in the ninth realm.
Even compared to the ancestor who once pulled Anlan's car, he was not too much to give up. Of course, he chose the weakest version.
If it is placed in more perfect derivative worlds, it is not necessarily, and it may be a calf.
The sound of Dao is constantly reverberating in the void, as if rippling from a long time, carrying some kind of powerful will, which lasts for a long time.
"Hundred years have passed by..."
In the depths of the palace, the stars are dotted, the purple-gold mist is rolling, and there is a grand voice.
Just like the door to the immortal realm is opened, every word and syllable contains infinite Dao accumulation, and it seems like a fairy in the daytime!
There is a light of infinite beginnings lingering around, the purple sun hangs high behind his head, and the supreme being with the universe spread out like a picture scroll slowly opens his eyes, and everything is chaotic in his eyes.
For a hundred years, he has been sitting in the fairy hall, like a recluse in the years, overlooking the world that ushered in the development of Fengbo.
He was comprehending the world, incarnated and walked the world many times, and witnessed the prosperous world.
To continuously strengthen the body with the power of faith every day is not idle.
The accumulation of a hundred years has also allowed his deity to step into the limit of the ninth realm of the true god's peak, and half of his feet have stepped into the illusory level of the eternal god!
The wheel of the universe, the three hundred and sixty-five universes are ever-changing, giving rise to a smaller prototype of the universe.
At his level, he can no longer look at the inherent concept of the heavenly world.
Every Heavenly Palace has evolved into a real universe, accommodating endlessness, carrying endless heaviness, and is constantly splitting and transforming.
Just like one life, two, two, three, and three, all things, it goes round and round, constantly expanding the universe and increasing the size of one's own body.
On the basis of three hundred and sixty-five, new universes are continuously derived, endless, and it has been split like this, without end.
Now, he can be called a ten evil-level powerhouse!
And for a hundred years, the incarnations in the real sea of suffering are not standing still.
For many monks, a hundred years is no more than the blink of an eye. Even a monk in the realm of heaven and earth can live for tens of thousands of years. A hundred years is really nothing.
For those top-level monsters at the giant level, it may take more than a hundred years to retreat at random once.
But for Jiang Feng, one year is enough to change the world, let alone a hundred years?
The cultivation environment of the cave world opened up is unimaginable, and the whole world is assisting and cooperating with you.
The progress of the cultivation base is the same as the day-to-day soaring, one day's effort is worth the thousand years of the evildoer!
The first supreme incarnation ascended to the quasi-king realm in one fell swoop, opening up the infinite sixth secret realm avenue!
Your body is the Dao, your body is the source, and what you respect is also your own body, the body is the Dao, and it stands for eternity and transcends all worlds!
Many seven-star tyrannical physiques have been deduced to perfection, and the power of the source has been perfectly blended, creating a complete monster.
Even if the 580 is based on the quasi-king realm, it can also attack the fairy king like the ten villains, and be in an invincible position, even more powerful!
After refining the original drop of Diguang Xianwang's true blood, Jiang Feng's background is undoubtedly more solid.
His own bloodline is at the level of Diguang Anlan, which is much stronger than the ordinary Immortal King's direct son!
"Many physical potentials are exhausted, and now there are not many things that can continue to exert their residual heat."
Jiang Feng sighed slightly, even if he sits for a hundred years and rests his mind, the speed of his cultivation is still too fast to describe in words.
The six-star physique and the seven-star physique potential that had been extracted have all been squeezed out.
If this progress continues, he will not be so strong after entering the realm of the Immortal King, and he can only compete with the territory.
However, the ultimate version of Nine Yang Divine Art only stayed at the third stage, and after condensing the power of two purple suns, it was not inferior to the quasi-king level.
It is on the same level as the deity's combat power, the increase is not as exaggerated as before, and it can only double the combat power.
But this situation is only temporary, because he has been sitting for a hundred years and rarely hunts and kills powerful creatures.
There is no doubt about the potential of the ultimate version of Jiuyang Shengong, and Jiang Feng has deep doubts about its nine-star grade.
When Zi Ri's body is complete, he will at least be an eternal god, but Jiang Feng predicts that it is much more than that, and he can be respected even among the eternal gods.
With this trend, at the fourth stage, it is estimated to be comparable to the quasi-immortal emperor. The fifth stage
The key is that this thing can still be upgraded, and this is the outrageous place.