Carry out obscenity to the end

This piece of ancient ruins has existed for more than [-] years, with a radius of [-] miles. It is located in the barren land on the edge of the mainland. The terrain is dangerous, and there are often violent storms that tear the sky and the earth. Except for the top-level powerhouses, ordinary people can't even think about entering.

In the few hundred years when the ruins were first born, there was a fever of exploration. Sometimes rare treasures were excavated. The ruins are completely desolate.

It has been said since ancient times that this ancient relic came from a strong man from the upper realm who broke through the void and landed on this continent, and then lost his strength in the battle, causing the continent to sink and tsunami, causing many deaths and injuries, and was finally killed by the outraged Heavenly Dao on this continent edge.

Mo Yi came to this ancient ruins naturally to fetch treasures. On the altar in the corner where he was, there was a crystal light ball, only the size of a fist, and the extremely white ball could faintly see the golden core of the ball inside. It was the color of the soul that couldn't be concealed, and many powerhouses speculated that it might be the inheritance of one of the fallen peerless powerhouses.

But the existence from a higher realm beyond people's imagination, even if it dies, the inheritance left behind is beyond the reach of the monks of this realm. The capital cannot be breached, and 1 years have passed, but it still remains alone and proudly in this ruins. [

Mo Yi, as the strongest person in the history of the Lantian Realm, even though he tried his best, he was far behind. It is conceivable how powerful this fallen strongman was during his lifetime.It is definitely not Mo Yi's character to enter Debao Mountain and return empty-handed. In the end, he turned his head on Tian Jie.

When it comes to destructive power and penetrating power, there is nothing in this world that is more ferocious than the Heavenly Tribulation.

Although the world-shattering Tribulation Thunder can't help Mo Yi, who has been tested for a long time, but for other people and things, he is an existence that absolutely needs to be looked up to.

There were nine strikes from the tribulation thunder, eight hits so far, three hits on Mo Yi, and five hits on the altar. It can be clearly seen that the color of the protective halo is fading.

The power of the ninth strike is the sum of the power of the first eight thunder strikes, and it will be a ranged attack. The area within [-] meters of the robber crossing is the disaster response area. Now, Mo Yi doesn't have to twist his particularly wretched and ugly Mo Ye One step to avoid the thunderstorm.

Mo Yi raised his eyes and looked at the sky, the wind and cloud were changing extremely fast, the sky was dark and gloomy, it seemed that an ancient beast had awakened in the thick clouds, and the roaring sound of the sky thunder pierced into Mo Yi's ears, shocking and destroying people's hearts, the thunder had not yet fallen, Head start.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up from the sky and the earth, and several tornadoes formed, sweeping over all the dust with the power to tear everything, and straight into the sky.

The world was completely dark and invisible. Under the gloomy sky, an extremely bright light shone across the entire sky. The world that people could see was abnormally bright. In the instant of light, the tribulation thunder that was ten times the size of the bucket mixed with With the blue and blue-colored edge of destroying the world, it transformed into an ancient evil dragon, opened its bloody mouth, and devoured it towards Mo Yi who dared to challenge the might of the sky.

Mo Yi carried out the Taoist scriptures extremely, turned into dust, and seemed to be a god who came down, let the world fall, floods and beasts, I walked on my own, people can stop, everywhere can stop, all the powerful are paper tigers, in the world Before the slander of the gods, it was all vain.

Mo Yi's wretched aura suddenly became as high as the sky, facing the ferocious dragon, his body exuded a faint purple light, which was a ray of supreme primordial energy born from the peerless Taoism, which was his last Strong cards.

Even the evil dragon writhes and bites, but it still can't do anything to Mo Yi in the purple light. The evil dragon launches several violent attacks one after another, making Mo Yi back again and again, but he still stands tall.

After about half a cup of tea, the evil dragon realized that there was nothing he could do to Mo Yi, and roared unwillingly, roaring the sky and the earth, causing the earth to crack, and the sand was rolled up violently, covering the sun with dust.

Here it comes, Mo Yi's eyes lit up. He knows the world-shattering tribulation thunder very well, and he is looking forward to this opportunity.

"Boom", the unwilling and angry dragon blew itself up. Like a nuclear explosion source, thunderbolt and thunder were exhausted, and the most overbearing annihilation energy turned all objects within a radius of [-] meters into nothingness.

After the power of the thunderstorm subsided, a piece of the entire ancient ruins was completely missing, and the only survivors were the pale-faced Mo Yi and the lonely altar floating in the air.

Mo Yi saw that the halo from the altar was no longer visible, and he was ecstatic. It was indeed the strength of his old friend, and he could only do so much with all his strength.

The halo of the altar has a self-healing property that is not slow. If it cannot be broken before it repairs itself, then today's thunder disaster will be considered in vain.

Will Mo Yi make himself so hard?of course not

He was struck by Jielei for nearly a kilometer, and then within a breath or two, he ran back and slapped him down. [

The Primordial Purple Qi was no longer a bodyguard, but transformed into the sharpest blade, combined with the big handprint, and suddenly struck towards the white halo that he hated so much that his teeth were itching.

There was a sound of glass shattering, and countless spider webs spread from the big handprint, and finally covered the entire halo. There was a crisp 'crash', and the mask was no longer visible.

"Make a lot of money!" Seeing the lonely spiritual ball hanging there, another obstacle appeared in front of his eyes, Mo Yi couldn't help but muttered his favorite three words.

He suddenly and quickly reached out his hand to firmly hold the spirit ball in his palm. Although it was impossible for anyone nearby to compete with him, the belief that the hand was quick and the hand was slow could not be changed.

Existing for 1 years, the soul orb of the strong man in the upper realm, which has made many extremely strong men sigh at it and tied their hands for it, was snatched by himself in this way.

"Don't let me down, God, you have to bless me!"

At this time, Mo Yi had completely forgotten his attitude towards the sky just now, and began to pray that the sky would bring him good luck.

This product, when it is useful, is an uncle.

Mo Yi slowly penetrated his spiritual power into the sphere of spiritual soul beads, and planets flew by in front of his eyes. Countless continents, countless people and beasts passed by like walking around watching lanterns. These are the experiences of a fallen strong man in his life of those memories.

Along with this long river of memory, it came to an end.

This is a strange place, still in the prehistoric and ignorant planet, where all creatures are evolving.

And what the strong man sees from the memory is that at the extreme end of this ignorant planet, one after another celestial rivers are falling, night and day meet and intertwine, and trees, mountains and rocks continue to decay into fly ash in a very short period of time. New flowers, plants and trees are constantly being born from the soil, and the alternate cycle of all life appears in front of you simultaneously.

At this extreme of the sky, there is life and death, withering and glory, yin and yang. The strong have sat here for 3000 years, watching the night and day begin to separate. It is no longer ignorance, but At the beginning, there are clear and turbid, life and death are no longer so hasty, under the influence of some kind of heaven, they are transformed in some mysterious and unpredictable way.

"Reincarnation", this is the way of heaven that this strong man has observed here for 3000 years. Death does not mean that it no longer exists. It always has an invisible track and is reborn at a certain period of time.

There is no prosperity without dryness, there is yang only when there is yin, there is reincarnation, death is life, and transcending reincarnation is eternal life.

[Reincarnation] Inherited from the incomprehensible soul, there are no words to describe it, but the scene of the evolution of the day and the perception of the strong are all passed through the soul left behind, so that the successor can accept, comprehend, and transcend.

The strong man did not die, he was merely annihilated physically, but his soul was passed on through this reincarnation, and his spirit was passed on to his successors. The reincarnation he failed to complete during his lifetime, his wish, his spirit, will follow Successors, step by step, pass on forever.

The body can be corrupted, but the spirit will never die in the world. Using my death to create the future until I transcend everything is reincarnation.

Mo Yi knelt down in front of the Qingtian figure that was gradually fading in the sea of ​​consciousness, kowtowed respectfully three times, and recognized this master.

I am not only grateful for this peerless knowledge of the way of heaven, but also moved by the spirit of the torch inheritance revealed in the reincarnation of the figure.