From the innate gong to traverse the heavens

Chapter 912

When Fang Han devoured the three heavenly monarchs, Xu Lang was still fighting the gods.

With two flicks of the fingers, the two heavenly monarchs of the God Race were killed by Xu Lang, and the scattered divine power and other laws were naturally absorbed by the World Tree, and this increased power made the magic weapon in Fang Han's body buzz continuously Ming.

"Xu Lang!"

From the deepest part of the God Realm, there was a cry. This voice was like a whisper before the creation of the world. It surpassed all languages, but it could be understood and understood by everyone, and it struck from the depths of the soul. Generate worship.

Amidst such voices, a gigantic figure with no borders walked over from the void.

The void is evaporating, the air flow is overflowing, and the distracting thoughts in the minds of many protoss are immediately absorbed, surrendered, and the endless blessings become the praise of the gods, surrounding the ancestor of the protoss, the holy king.

Xu Lang didn't flinch in the face of the Protoss, and finally let the Protoss use the ultimate means, let the ancestors of the Holy King take action.

"You are challenging the supreme overlord!"

When the ancestor holy king stared, he had already launched an attack. Tens of billions of trillions of space were destroyed, and became a gear in the void. The moment his gaze was fixed, Xu Lang was subjected to the attack of tens of billions of trillions. .

Endless time and space are being destroyed.

Infinite time and space are being created.

The endless time and space are spreading the praises of the ancestor sage king.

After the appearance of the ancestor saint king, everything in the world is based on the ancestor saint king. Time is like a progress bar in the player, and space is like origami. Everything is manipulated according to the ancestor saint king's will.

But the void where Xu Lang stopped was an existence that could not be manipulated by the ancestor saint king.

"Tian Yuan strikes!"

"Myth Blow!"

"A Strike of Fortune!"

"Origin Strike!"

"A Strike of Truth!"

Facing the ancestor saint king, Xu Lang bombarded him with five moves in a row. These five moves were the Tianyuan Strike of the Taoist Hongmeng, and the mythical old man's unique knowledge, origin, truth, and the ultimate supernatural power of the three immortal kings. While performing the five moves, five doors appeared behind Xu Lang, covering everything about the ancestor saint king.

Black hole and white hole, thousands of life and death.

At this moment, Xu Lang and the ancestor saint king are colliding, and there is really the momentum of the two supreme beings fighting to the edge of the universe and obliterating the Dao.

A long river appeared behind the ancestor saint king.

After seeing this scene, the heavenly monarchs and even the most immortals among the gods jumped into it one after another, merged into the long river, and contributed all their own power to the ancestor saint king.

The ancestor saint king looked at Xu Lang in front of him, let Xu Lang's punch pass through his body, and then stepped into the long river of time, fleeing towards the past.

"Fate is reversed, and I am in charge, reversing time, reversing the cause and effect of chaos!"

The First Ancestor Saint King came to the Yuhua Gate of the Xuanhuang Great World while taking steps, and also came to the past of the current timeline.

In this past, the Ancestral Saint King made a sudden move and crushed Xu Lang who was squatting to report in the Yuhua Gate. At this moment, the Ancestor Saint King reversed time and space with the help of his own power, and wanted to kill him. When Xu Lang was at his weakest.

"This method is the rest of my game."

Xu Lang in the Feathering Gate was originally supposed to be a person who had not even set foot in the mystical realm of the physical body. He raised his head and had a conversation with the ancestor saint king. At the same time, in this past, Xu Lang stretched out his hand.

"Tian Yuan strikes!"

Xu Lang's move was used.

The Hongmeng Taoist back then relied on this trick to beat the ancestor saint king and healed his wounds for countless years. Now the Yuan Ling of the ancestor saint king faced this trick again, and the strength displayed by Xu Lang was like He was the Hongmeng Taoist back then.

"boom!"

The galaxy is flowing backwards, everything is turning around, the ancestor saint king is in shock, and the whole person has returned to the current time node, that is, the moment when Xu Lang's palm just passed through the ancestor saint king.

"A Strike of Fortune!"

Xu Lang himself turned around and slammed a hammer at the ancestor saint king who had already penetrated.

In the front was the bombardment of Tianyuan's blow, and in the back was Xu Lang's sudden hammer. At this moment, the ancestor sage king was nostalgic for the glorious years of the past.

"It is indeed a figure in the realm of the fairy king."

After being hit twice, the ancestor saint king looked at Xu Lang and said in astonishment: "Which fairy king are you? Why didn't you go inside the gate of eternal life?"

This kind of power that transcends cause and effect and transcends time is the strength of the Immortal King Realm.

"It turns out that Xu Lang himself is also an immortal king..."

Seeing this, many heavenly kings of the Protoss finally understood that the existence of the Immortal King is indeed not something they can touch.

Even though there are more than 40 heavenly monarchs on the side of the gods, they are still no match for an immortal king. In the whole world, the only heavenly monarch who can really touch the realm of an immortal king is the Heavenly Mother of Lightning who has won the favor of fate, but even if it is The Heavenly Lord of Lightning Mother, in the battle with the King of Good Fortune, also ended with her own reincarnation.

"Immortal King..."

"The catastrophe this time should be over."

A wise man from the protoss said: "Xu Lang and the ancestor saint king are all fairy kings. To them, the world is just a small muddy land, but Xu Lang and the ancestor saint king bow their heads and see each other. , but don’t care too much.”

"The Immortal King will discuss it."

The Protoss relaxed a lot and watched Xu Lang negotiate with the ancestor saint king.

"Why do you want to enter the gate of eternal life?"

Xu Lang said with a smile: "I said a long time ago that inside the Gate of Eternal Life are the dead bones in the tomb. When you go inside the Gate of Eternal Life, even if you get the Qi of Immortality, how about it? When you come back, the world will have changed! "

"No matter what the world looks like, it's also the narrative of the Immortal King. If the Immortal King wants to change, the world will change accordingly."

The ancestor saint king said coldly, he has traversed countless epochs, and he is very clear about the rules of this world. As long as a new era opens, he will still be the ancestor saint king among the gods.

"boom!"

Xu Lang struck the ancestor saint king's body with one palm, scattered the primordial spirit of the ancestor saint king, and hung the ancestor saint king on the tree of the world.

"It is indeed a narrative of the fairy king. If the fairy king wants to hang you on the tree of the world, you must be on the tree of the world."

Xu Lang said indifferently.

Di Shitian opened his eyes on the World Tree, and felt that the pressure had eased a lot. When he saw it, he saw that his ancestors, the Holy Kings, were all hung on the World Tree.

"Holy King, it turns out that you came to relieve my pressure."

Di Shitian gave a wry smile, feeling that the God Realm was lost, after all, the incarnations of the first ancestor, the Holy King, were all captured.

"The cosmic genius battle is about to begin."

Xu Lang looked at the ancestor sage king and said, "You can also take a good look at the world tree!"

The pressure suddenly came to the ancestor saint king.

"escape!"

Concubine Wumo and others fled, but Xu Lang urged the World Tree, and with a sweep, like an autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, he hung all the gods on the World Tree, and disappeared suddenly.

The God Realm was left alone.

(End of this chapter)