From the Perfect World

In the place of origin, a divine rainbow penetrates the river of light, across the void, across the boundless land.

"It's a ship of good fortune!"

"Sure enough, someone is fighting fiercely with the good fortune Taoist!"

"I didn't feel that someone had achieved Yang Shen or crushed the vacuum..."

When a monk achieves the Yang God or smashes the vacuum, the resulting vision is much higher than that of the Yang God series. It is the common call of the universe, and the place of origin cannot be blocked.

"Which sun sacred emperor of the ancients?"

"Time...maybe'too'."

"'Tai' didn't sit down in the years?"

The ancient strongest people in the land of good fortune all have guesses.

Among them are the emperors of all countries in the Great Thousand World, as well as the first few leaders of the Central World of Panxing.

Some of them have encountered the king of divine artifacts, the ship of good fortune, when they have been rampant in the world, so they can feel the familiar smell in the light of the sky.

Even the Sun Sacred Emperor, whose souls turned into the origin of stars in the past countless years after their deaths, was stimulated by the Qi and gradually awakened.

It was true that they had fallen back then, but in order to witness the existence of the realm of the other shore, each left behind, and they can wake up briefly in the offspring and witness the supreme realm that no one could reach back then.

"Good luck... Taoist."

"Stranger strange."

There are several stars like this kind of fluctuations.

...

Strange place.

Lin Yang didn't prohibit the actions of the Daoists of Good Fortune, he smiled lightly: "Opportunity comes and it can't be stopped, there is still the King of Divine Artifacts before leaving."

Even if the Eternal Nation was slightly damaged by him, it could not be compared to the fully restored ship of good fortune, he was not worried about losing.

"Fellow Daoist didn't ban me. It seems that he has enough confidence in himself and in the eternal nation that is also the king of divine tools."

Good luck Taoist also showed a smile.

He continued to speak slowly: "Sorry, fellow Taoists have forgotten that you are not'too', and the ship of good fortune is completely built by the old Tao. The power that can be displayed between the two cannot be compared."

Lin Yang shook his head slightly, disapproving of this.

He cultivated the way of time, and wanted to have a way to overwhelm all things with light. Naturally, it is not only the way of the universe, the way of the strong, but also the way of all artifacts.

Knives, guns, swords, halberds, etc. are common, or strange weapons, to him, they are just a kind of weapons born in the passage of time, and the method of imperial envoys will not exceed the realm of time.

"Stab!"

The void was knocked out of a big hole, dark and profound, and the ship of good fortune flew out of the big hole and fell into the hands of the Daoist of Good Fortune.

"Today, with the strength of the king of two divine tools, and the cultivation of a fellow Taoist, let the old Dao return to this prosperous world."

When the Taoist of Good Fortune spoke, the miniature boat for good fortune in his hand immediately disintegrated into 480 million extremely fine particles.

The body of the good fortune Taoist also disintegrated at this moment and merged with the 480 million particles of the good fortune ship to become one.

"This is the way of refining artifacts born in this world for tens of thousands of years. It refers to the ever-changing realm of the human immortal martial arts, and uses 480 million most basic particles to refine the artifacts, so that the ever-changing warriors can melt the artifacts into themselves. The unity of man and machine.

The ultimate goal of the weapon is only to provide people with the strength to survive the sea of ​​suffering, so only the power of the king of artifacts can be equivalent to the level of the sun god, and the normal treasures of the sun gods can only be replaced by the realm of cultivators. The level of nine thunder robberies is only. "

Lin Yang didn't prohibit all of this, his eyes flashed, watching the pinnacle skills in this realm, and turning it into his own heritage.

He didn’t search all the Yangshen books in the Great Thousand World, but he knew that there were people who could interpret all this for him in the place of origin. He could even get the last ninety-nine acupuncture points in the place of origin, without wasting time. The big world takes a lot of energy.

When I first came to this world, I just couldn’t figure out how strong Dunyi’s combat power was compared to the world of Yangshen, so I didn’t rush into the land of origin. It was not until the start of the fight with Mengshenji that Lin Yang was able to compete with his own strength. Positioning is clear.

In a few moments, the Daoist of Good Fortune reunited his figure, and his aura was suppressed to a slight tremor in the void, making him richer and stronger than before.

This is the place of origin, even a master of nine thunder tribulations can hardly shake the void with all his strength.

"Good Fortune Fist!"

The aura of the Daoists of Good Fortune shook the strange place, punching out, faintly like good fortune out of a universe, full of vitality, you can see the figure of the gods, Buddhas and demons.

"Years are impermanent!"

Lin Yang chuckled, and also fisted back with time.

...

"Boom!"

A thunderous explosion resounded through the place of origin, and the dim world seemed to flash with extreme light for a while, illuminating the place of origin that had been dim since ancient times.

The auras of the two Yangshen series continue to rise, and the river of light that envelops the place of origin is trembling slightly at this moment, as if it can no longer stop it.

"With this level of aura, is it true that the Daoists of Good Fortune are reborn?"

Above a star, the unfamous Emperor Yang's motives moved slightly. But it only stopped here. He didn't have the strength to interfere in this battle, and could only briefly restore the clarity of his life.

"Will you keep waiting for "Yi" or..."

It seems that the Emperor Immortal is standing at the end of the world, his eyes are also shining slightly, and the constant undulation of Qi makes his pressure on the bridge on the other side exposed loopholes.

The Bridge of the Other Side, the king of divine artifacts made by the sages of the sages, is constantly trembling, trying to get rid of the pressure of the eternal emperor, looking for the last ‘easy’.

"Can the new way of cultivation achieve the realm of the other side when the era is about to end? The waiting of the ages may be more than the "yi" of the masters."

Emperor Yongsheng paced slowly, stepping on the bridge of the other bank, the king of divine artifacts, just like stepping on an ordinary wooden bridge.

Soon.

Emperor Yongsheng walked to the end of the bridge on the other side, the place close to the place of origin, standing with his hand.

"When will the sea of ​​bitterness in this world be detached... the other shore."

With a sigh, Emperor Yongsheng left the bridge on the other side that had been suppressed for thousands of years and set foot in the place of origin.

At the same time, the vast starry sky beyond the land of origin.

"Is the emperor eternally calling for the monument of immortality?"

The five immortal monuments that slammed against the five great demon kings of the ancient times were also trembling, turning into a stream of light and dissipating.

There are sounds of consternation in the five places of repression ~www.ltnovel.com~, and there is no more timidity.

"Om!"

I don't know how many tens of thousands of miles, the golden light of the bridge on the other shore uttered a soft cry, seemingly joyful, like getting rid of.

The bridge on the other side slowly shrank, and eventually became a little golden light, faintly imperceptible.

The golden light crossed the river of light and left the place of origin.

...

The Great Thousand World, Yujing City.

Hong Yi, who was still thinking about how to face the ship of good fortune, couldn't help but stop. He looked at the miniature golden bridge floating in front of him, his face moved slightly.

"The King of Artifacts?"

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