At this time.

There were at least two or three thousand warriors gathered on the broken battlefield, and there were many masters, but no one noticed that in the void above them, I don't know when there were several more mysterious and unpredictable, illusory qi machines, entering and exiting the green underworld, shuttling through the nine places, and the vast telekinesis like the heavenly river reached, and the hundred miles of battlefield were seen at a glance in an instant.

These several qi machines were intertwined in the void, and their thoughts were transmitted, as if they were exchanging something, and then they retreated one after another.

The void fell silent slightly.

After more than a dozen breaths, there was a subtle sound of "poo", like a water splash cracking, and without warning, a ripple appeared, and a vertical eye flew out of it.

This vertical eye was only the size of a fingernail, but as soon as it was contaminated with the void qi, it immediately expanded and became larger, and in an instant, it was as big as a full moon, hanging high in the middle of the sky, like a round of hanging heavenly treasure mirrors, illuminating the universe in all directions.

The 'Treasure Mirror' bloomed with wisps of brilliance, enveloping the heavens and the earth below, sweeping over the ruined battlefield and the bodies of the warriors, but those warriors were unaware.

And in that 'treasure mirror', a misty and golden light surrounded by the majestic sacred mountain is reflected, a big Buddha is entrenched on the sacred mountain, the eyes are lowered, the expression is ancient without waves, there is no sorrow and no joy.

Bursts of Sanskrit holy singing, the song of praise of heaven and earth lingered around the Buddha, sounding out of thin air.

The Big Buddha lifted his eyes slightly, glanced at the void on the left, and then shook his head, and the 'treasure mirror' shrunk suddenly, returning to a vertical eye and disappearing.

Crash!

The void where the Buddha was gazing suddenly sounded the sound of flowing water, and an almost formless and qualitative shadow slowly emerged, and his deep eyes looked at the place where the 'treasure mirror' disappeared thoughtfully.

"The Great Brahma Sumeru Holy Buddha? An era has reached the most turbulent moment, and even this old Buddha can't sit still? The shadow of the hermit leader whispered to himself.

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Whirlpool!

Big and small, endless whirlpools, big whirlpools with small whirlpools!

At this time, Wang Dong was being pulled by this countless whirlpool, his body continued to settle and fall, and scenes of bizarre and illusory and magical illusions appeared in the vortex bubbles, as if there was a nightmare that devoured everything.

This scene did not take place in reality, but in some unknown spiritual world.

After the battle with Yu Xiaoqin, he raised the initial question - the purpose of the Heavenly Palace.

Yu Xiaoqin still didn't answer, just smiled, and then used her own mental power as a guide to drag him into this spiritual whirlpool.

Wang Dong did not resist, and let his mind be swallowed up by the vortex.

Bang!

I don't know how long it took, Wang Dong's ears sounded a roar that tore through the heavens and the earth, like the first angry thunder at the beginning of the opening of the world, followed by lightning like a swimming dragon, across the entire sky.

He looked around and found himself in a large city.

Walking on the long bluestone street, this street that should be prosperous and noisy, is now in sight, everywhere is in a hurry, panic fleeing crowds.

Whether it was an ordinary person, or a grandmaster who was proficient in martial arts, a great grandmaster, or even a celestial master, they all looked shocked and fled in embarrassment.

There is a hurricane rolling up on the ground, there is an angry thunder falling from the sky, and immediately I see the house destroying the house and the city burning!

Wang Dong looked up.

There were three figures standing on the sky, and it was they who caused all these disasters.

In the center is a peerless woman, whose aura is as noble as a goddess, and there is an awe-inspiring aura between her eyebrows, but her eyes seem to contain the sun, moon and stars, full of unfathomable majesty, as if a female emperor who is in charge of the world and slaughters all souls was born, overlooking the sky.

On the left is a young man in white, dressed in a white robe fluttering like a cloud, but his face always has a misty cloud, making it impossible to really see his face.

On the right is a Mai Laosuo, whose qi is also unfathomable, penetrating the universe and channeling the void qi out, but the whole person is like a vast ocean, engulfing the void vitality endlessly.

Before they could fight, the prelude to the exuberance of qi alone had already caused the clouds and water to roar and the wind and clouds to shake, as if they were about to destroy and overthrow a big city.

"Seventy years ago, the Feather Immortal teamed up with the South China Sea Whale Riders to fight against the Dream Heavenly Emperor?!"

Wang Dong was thoughtful.

"Not bad!"

A crisp voice sounded beside him, and three figures appeared silently, it was the three god generals of Yu Xiaoqin, Shi Qi, and the King of People.

Of course, it is not a real shell that appears here, but is manifested by the power of the mind.

"The Mengtian Emperor who shocked the world and made the world's martial artists feel frightened is actually a woman, do you feel a little surprised?" Yu Xiaoqin said lightly.

Wang Dong shook his head slowly.

He once sensed the Dream Heavenly Emperor and saw a little girl who called herself 'Lin Xi' in his dream, and he already had some guesses in his heart.

The three peerless masters of the Mengtian Emperor, the Feather Immortal, and the Whale Rider have already handed it over!

Unlike the battle between Wang Dong and Yu Xiaoqin, although they made their previous moves, they also had no reservations, and they burst out ten percent of their combat power, but they did not have the intention of dying in their hearts.

If the immortal and demon powerhouse has the idea of dying, he can exert more than ten percent of his combat power, and he will completely surpass his own limit, and until the end, no one can measure where the end is.

In less than half an hour, this large city inhabited by millions of people was beaten into ruins by the wreaking power of the three immortal and demon powerhouses, and countless casualties were inflicted.

Heaven and earth were distorted at this moment, and the city was dragged into a huge whirlpool, and in the blink of an eye, only Wang Dong, Yu Xiaoqin, Shi Qi, and the king of people were left.

The scene changed rapidly, and this time Wang Dong found himself standing in front of an abyss that was unknown how many miles long and bottomless.

The Mengtian Emperor, the Feather Immortal, and the Whale Rider don't know how long they have been fighting, how far they have penetrated, and they are fighting fiercely above this abyss at this moment.

In a solo competition, no matter how feathered immortals, the cultivation and realm of the whale riders are inferior to the Mengtian Emperor, but with the two joining forces, they have now suppressed the Mengtian Emperor at a disadvantage.

At this moment, space seems to freeze and time stops flowing.

"Heaven Cry - Void Dream!"

Emperor Mengtian played the final killer move.

Even if the feathered immortals, the whale riders are all masters of the immortal and demon level, the mood is impeccable, and all laws are inviolable, and the moment when the Dream Heavenly Emperor cries in the sky, it also changes color.

Immediately—

"Heaven Cry - One Feather in the Sky!"

"Heaven cries - all streams return to ruins!"

Heavenly Cry is the strongest and most powerful force in the world, and it is also a blow of the extreme sublimation of the immortal and demon powerhouses, and it is the ultimate embodiment of the peak of martial arts.

For hundreds of thousands of years, every collision of heavenly cries has brought only endless destruction and death.

The cry of heaven is the cry of ten.

As soon as the sky cries, the heavens, the earth, people, gods, ghosts, demons, demons, immortals, Buddhas, and saints all cry!

This is the most terrifying ominous thing in the world, no one or thing can resist, only the cry of heaven can be resisted.

Maybe the Feather Immortals, the whale riders still have a trace of reluctance in their hearts, but under the cry of the Mengtian Emperor, they can only use this supreme divine power that even the immortal and demon level powerhouses can only use once in their lives.

Under the 'Void Dream', the whole world seems to have become illusory and empty, like an unreal phantom journey, from an unknown place, an unknown space, an unknown hand reached out to pull the world into a nightmare that can never be broken.

Heaven and earth are infinitely stretched and stretched, gradually turning from a lofty and vast space into a plane, as if pressed into a picture, a dotted line, a small dot that is easily swallowed up by nightmares.

As soon as this blow came out, everything in heaven and earth seemed to disappear, the universe was empty, the eternal clouds, the mountains and rivers in the sea were all gone, only a feather was suspended in the sky, as if absorbing the weight of all things, showing the monstrous power of crushing the sky and crushing the sun and the moon.

And under the whale rider's 'Ten Thousand Streams Return to Ruins', the Dharma and Tao between heaven and earth, all tangible and intangible qualities, and all the evil qi and vitality have all poured into the whale rider's body, and his body is like an ocean, which can contain endless power, and can also burst out all this power in an instant.

Immediately after, Wang Dong saw the most brilliant collision in the world!

The next moment, everything was in chaos.

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When he opened his eyes again, Wang Dong found himself standing on a suspended piece of land.

This land soared into the void, and in his spiritual sense, the land was not too big, only two or three hundred miles deep, and there were three cities on this land, which were each other's horns.

He stood at the edge of the land, and everywhere he saw was a dead and silent void, and the land plates were collapsing and collapsing, swallowed up by the void endlessly.

Wang Dong observed everything, with a deep expression on his face, and asked, "What was the result of that battle?" ”

Yu Xiaoqin's figure appeared without warning, and said softly: "There is no result, no one wins, no one loses, or rather, they all lose." ”

"The power of the Heavenly Cry is beyond people's imagination, especially in the case of the three immortal and demon level masters launching the Heavenly Cry together, under this blow, the flesh shells of the Dream Heavenly Emperor, the Feather Immortal, and the Whale Rider directly collapsed, leaving only the mutilated divine soul to ......linger and breathe."

A mocking smile appeared at the corner of Yu Xiaoqin's mouth: "The Heavenly Palace has made a comeback, everyone thinks that the Mengtian Emperor is not dead, after seventy years of precipitation, the supernatural powers will only be greater, and a few people know that the so-called Heavenly Palace, there is no Mengtian Emperor for a long time, and some are just a remnant soul ......." ”

Wang Dong said: "Remnant soul? ”

"Yes." Yu Xiaoqin nodded slowly, stretched out her white palm to touch the dead void, and said quietly: "Originally, the Dream Heavenly Emperor, the Feather Immortal, and the Whale Rider should all be doomed together, but the Heavenly Cry is worthy of being a miracle of the combination of the power of immortals and demons and the way ......of creation, and it can create a miracle in the impossible. ”

Yu Xiaoqin turned to look at the three cities and said, "It is with this dream world that the remnant souls of the Dream Heavenly Emperor, the Feather Immortal, and the Whale Rider can continue, they are now living in three cities, except for the three of them, each city has more than a million inhabitants. ”

Yu Xiaoqin paused, shook her head again, and said, "To be exact, they can't be said to be human anymore, they are just the manifestation of their minds." At that time, the collision of the three heavenly weepings not only destroyed the flesh shells of the three Mengtian Emperors, but also dragged the spirits of millions of people into this dream world at the same time, for outsiders, they are dead, but they themselves do not know this, they will still marry wives and have children, seek fame and fortune, and experience birth, old age, sickness and death ...... in this illusory dream. ”

Wang Dong was a little moved.

Only then did he understand the truth of this dream world, which was based on the Dream Heavenly Emperor's 'Void Dream', combined with the power of the two heavenly cries of 'Hongtian One Feather' and 'Ten Thousand Streams Return to Ruins', and this dream world was born.

But this kind of dream is fragile, but with the support of millions of people's thoughts, plus the remnants of the three immortal and demon powerhouses, this dream world has lasted for seventy years.

In an instant, the spirits of millions of people fell into the dream world, and it was naturally impossible to rely on pure force, after all, under the blow of the immortal and demon powerhouse, the actual palm power was difficult to reach a hundred feet.

But the cry of heaven is the combination of the mind and the opportunity of heaven and earth, the power alone cannot break through the limitations of time and space, but the mind can be far-reaching, omnipotent, and it is not difficult for the immortal and demon powerhouse to reach millions of miles away in an instant.

Perhaps the collision of the three heavenly cries really caused a real devastating blow was only a few miles away, but the scattered thoughts under their collision were like a tide, spreading in all directions, and the spiritual thoughts of millions of living beings fell into the dream realm with a snap of their fingers.

The truth is clear, but the arrogance of the heavenly cry still teaches Wang to be a little frightened.

"But this dream world can't last forever, after seventy years, even in this dream world, the spirit of mortals decays slowly, and there will come an end one day."

Yu Xiaoqin watched the land plate shatter, and the void swallowed inch by inch, but her tone was very calm: "The collapse process here is getting faster and faster, maybe in a few years, this dream world will completely collapse, and then whether it is a mortal or an immortal demon remnant, there is only one way to go." ”