"Very good, the next one is 3,200 years old. After all, I like to study various methods by then."
The shortcomings of various methods were heard again. Although Yuan was very moved, he also wanted to curse.
I was touched because Li Changsheng seemed to be so determined to help me survive the tribulation that he was willing to reveal all his secrets. I wanted to curse him because he was too strong, even the virtual shadow of heaven and earth was so abnormal.
How powerful is this master?
Another day of endless fighting.
Yuan's right arm was broken and his body was covered in blood. After using up the last bit of his magic power, he defeated Li Changsheng once again.
But that’s where it ends.
The eighth heavenly tribulation has arrived, and endless thunder and lightning are brewing within it.
The dazzling lightning illuminated the sky and earth in a sapphire blue. Yuan looked up and felt that the mages were all standing upright because of the thunder.
After the catastrophe of He Dao, there will be the catastrophe of Cheng Dao.
And he was no longer able to cope with it.
“Is this the general trend?”
He couldn't help but recall the Taoist divination.
The trend of heaven and earth is irreversible.
The general trend lies in reincarnation, not me.
Yuan looked at the chess in his hand, as if he had made some kind of decision. He immersed himself in it, and subtle fluctuations began to appear between heaven and earth.
The thunder in the sky suddenly became gentle.
Follow the will of heaven and the road will be smooth and long.
This is why Huang Quan wants to fight for the position of King Mingling. Without Guo Weiyuan, he will most likely die.
The powerful beings from all sides between heaven and earth also noticed this subtle change, and they all sighed, blaming the bad weather.
Only the He Dao remains.
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Ho Kyung.
Li Yi tapped lightly on the chessboard under the banyan tree, his eyes dim, as if he was thinking about something.
Wei Xi and Qiong Yu stood within three steps of him, looking at the chessboard with curiosity. The spiritual light on it was arranged in a star-like pattern, as if it was the operation of the laws of heaven and earth.
Further away, the elegant and graceful Prince Lan, who had transformed into a human figure and was dressed in palace clothes, stood there nervously, but did not dare to get too close.
With her strength and status in this old neighborhood, she doesn't even have the qualifications to get close. The security guard stands closer to Li Yi than she does.
Qiong Yu, who had received the benefit, could not help but remind him: "Senior Immortal, it seems that King Yuan Sheng is not doing well."
"Normally, you won't die."
Li Yi looked indifferent; he believed in his own judgment.
Yuan has a very deep foundation and has defeated his 3,000-year-old self several times in a row, and they were even in a series of rounds.
He is worthy of being one of the top Saint Kings. If I had met him in Huangquan back then, I would definitely not have been able to defeat him.
There is a high probability that he will have to escape with his arm cut off.
"But the Sage King Yuan has already exhausted his magical power. Does he have any other means?"
Qiong Yu can see the situation during the heavenly tribulation through the chessboard.
"No." Li Yi shook his head, and then explained without leaving any mystery: "Someone played a dirty trick. Maybe my phantom shouldn't have appeared, at least it wouldn't be so strong."
There is nothing wrong with the shadow of the Lord of the Killing Sword, and his practice can leave some traces in the world.
But the problem is that the phantom is too real, just like one's own clone.
There was also the Taoist shadow that flashed by, most likely Pan Daozun.
"Is it Pan Dao Zun?" Qiong Yu guessed.
"Yeah." Li Yi nodded slightly, and then he pinched a wisp of mist in his hand.
"This is a trace of his aura that I just caught. Unfortunately, it has been processed. I can only get a glimpse of what method he used from it."
"Then there is no hope for Saint King Yuan?"
Qiong Yu's words made King Lan turn pale. He opened his lips slightly, wanting to beg but not knowing how to say it.
No relatives or friends, no benefit or harm.
To have achieved this point is already the utmost that can be done.
Unless Huang Quan can offer some benefits that will make the other party excited, but they obviously don’t have such a treasure.
"No need to worry so much, Yuan will not die. He is not that weak, but he may need to merge with the Dao."
Li Yi said this to King Lan. The sudden comfort made the other party feel flattered.
King Lan bowed and said, "Thank you for the fruit position, it's not bad for Yuan to be able to merge with the Dao."
At least ten thousand years left.
Li Yi emphasized: "I am talking about normal circumstances. Now I don't think Yuan needs to merge with the Dao."
"Um?"
Lan looked puzzled, obviously not understanding what Li Yi meant.
"I am a dull person, please enlighten me, Senior."
"Because I don't think it's necessary to be in harmony with the Tao."
Li Yi repeated it again, Lan was still extremely confused, but the next second the other party used actual actions to make him understand the meaning of this sentence.
The ordinary young man in front of him suddenly brightened his eyes, raised his arm, and then lightly tapped the chessboard.
A transparent white piece appeared and fell onto the chessboard.
The heaven and earth trembled, and the vast universe was turned upside down.
The heavenly tribulation solidified and the tribulation stopped.
"If you can use it, I can use it too. Let's call it Xiao Dingtian Fa."
Lan stared at Li Yi blankly, his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to the ground.
Because he felt it was unnecessary, the heavenly tribulation stopped?
Kill Li Changsheng, watch quickly.
Changan Heavy Industry, Luoyang Iron Armor, National Defense Mechanical God, Kyushu Holy Soldiers!
Steam and machinery, all monks are evil!
The road to heaven is made of white bones. Do immortals fear death?
The Queen of Heaven is in power, the Mother of Taoism is saving the world, the fairies are bowing their heads, and the saint is in the dust.
Who can seize the destiny and go backward for nine thousand years!
I must obey the will of heaven and kill the immortal!
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