Vast and imposing, turbid world devouring the heavens!

Locking with causality, and then using the Qiankun Sleeve inside, and the Xuanhei Turbid World outside, almost in an instant, he has already integrated his own authority, Taoism, supernatural powers, and magic weapons into one, and displayed the ultimate horror.

With one move, the turbid world's earth reached out and grabbed a soldier crystal. But he found that there was no spirituality inside. Immediately, he was pulled towards Wei Yuan.

Countless causes and effects entangled, as if seeing that sleeve robe getting bigger and bigger, and the heavens and the earth covered by the Xuanhei flag becoming more and more majestic, extremely terrifying, or rather, this represents that the old man himself, whether it is his divine soul, true spirit, or his body, is shrinking! Flying straight towards the sleeve robe. Then it was hooded head-on. Directly into the sleeve robe! The wide sleeve robe immediately calmed down, the Taoist's expression was calm, and there was not even a single wrinkle on the Taoist robe, clean and tidy, just like the beginning. Wei Yuan frowned slightly, his face changed slightly, in the space of the Qiankun Sleeve, coupled with the characteristics of the Xuanhei Turbid World Flag, it is a chaotic domain where up and down are reversed, and there is no left or right.

Even if a god is caught in it, his soul will be scattered and his flesh and blood will be annihilated. In the end, not even a pool of blood will be left.

However, the old man burst out with extremely terrifying power. The authority of the earth instantly unfolded, forcibly separating the upper and lower sides in that space. Therefore, earth, water, wind, and fire came into being. The characteristics of the Xuanhei Turbid World Flag that blocked the secrets of heaven and cause and effect were forcibly propped open by him, forcibly propping up a safe space. The Taoist's sleeve robe shook violently. Then it exploded with a bang, turning into countless fragments, and a mass of black light flew out, already transforming into the old man's appearance, his white hair scattered, his face mad, and he roared: "You, you are Fu Xi? You are Fu Xi! You can't fool me! Hahahaha, can't fool me! Can't fool me!" His right foot stomped heavily on the ground.

The entire Kunlun Ruins trembled violently. The terrifying aura instantly unfolded, the earth transformed into turbidity, devouring the death of all things, transforming into the vitality of all things, rotating endlessly, and in an instant, there was a spirit of swallowing everything. A stream of light flew out from the center of the Taoist's eyebrows. The fragments of the pure Qi of the sky collected from the Nine Nether Regions turned into a light covering Wei Yuan. Even so, he still felt the terror of that great destruction and great vitality, as well as the ferocity and distortion in this change of life and death, the primitive style of natural wilderness, not a rotation in the conventional sense, but I devour your flesh and blood, tear your bones, swallow your soul! Use your death! Exchange for my life! The old man roared, his authority unfolded. If this were not the Kunlun Ruins, it would have already spread wildly to the outside, causing one world after another to collapse and annihilate, and all living beings would die, turning into vitality. The black hair at the Taoist's temples fluttered slightly, and his brows furrowed.

Finally, he understood what kind of enemy Houtu was facing six thousand years ago. Before, he was using his own sword technique realm to guide the power of Houtu's explosion. This is the first time that Wei Yuan's own body has confronted one of the top ten peaks. The old man clenched his right hand and roared, "Die!" Wei Yuan's surroundings seemed to transform into the boundary between life and death in an instant, with vitality and death constantly flowing and changing, suddenly unfolding, and countless streams of light gently brushed towards the Taoist, as if they were the most beautiful and pure things in the world. Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, reflecting cause and effect. He saw the segments of history in these streamers, which came from the turbidity of the earth in different worlds. There were earthquakes that swallowed all life, and there were also the earth and water merging, pulling all existence into a swamp-like death. On the dry earth, countless people knelt and prayed, flames rising, and the kneeling people prostrated on the earth with their arms spread out in such a posture.

Then, accompanied by fine sounds. Silently and unhurriedly shattered, collapsed, and turned into fine and dead quicksand, flowing down. This is the earth killing all living beings in countless worlds! This is the earth devouring life in countless worlds! This is, [Death]! Even if a god is contaminated with a trace, he will be contaminated with the origin, and will die like the worlds reflected in these streamers. Wei Yuan did not dare to neglect, the Xuanhei Turbid World Flag in his right hand shook, his own skills unfolded, and cause and effect flowed and changed. Then his expression was calm, and he stepped forward step by step. Countless forces representing life and death brushed past, but they always【missed】just right. As if among countless possibilities, there was not a single possibility that they hit this Taoist.

The old man of the Turbid World's Earth solidified his expression. Cause and effect! He constantly displayed incomparably powerful magical powers, either causing the earth to rise into the sky, or manipulating the power of the earth to attack, or unfolding with countless records of death.

Using the deaths recorded, witnessed, and even dominated by the [Earth] of countless worlds, it transformed into a roulette of life and death. However, no matter what kind of move it was, the Taoist could avoid it with ease. Even if he could not avoid it slightly, the authority of cause and effect was forcibly suppressed. Life and death entangled his feet, and the earth prevented his actions. The resentment of countless lives before death eroded, roared, millions, tens of millions, and even the sorrow and pain of hundreds of millions of living beings. However, the Taoist still held a divine weapon in his right hand that belonged to the top tier in both the clear and turbid worlds. With a shake of the Xuanhei Turbid World Flag, it could be resisted.

The old man was unwilling. The foundation of the sleeve was damaged, and he was suppressed for more than six thousand years. Most importantly, he didn't even have a usable item in his hand. All of them, all of them were sealed by that Taoist! This young Taoist, why is his style exactly the same as that of Fu Xi! A sentence suddenly flashed through her mind, flashed through the words that the Taoist had said with a smile before, and then looked at the Taoist facing any moves, he would choose to manipulate cause and effect to avoid them, or rather, reverse the cause and effect to make those existences collapse, even if he really couldn't avoid them, he would only rely on the Xuanhei Turbid World Flag, this incomparably powerful divine weapon, to resist.

This demeanor, this demeanor! The old man's eyes lit up, and he muttered to himself, "Quite weak." "Not good at conquest!" "Quite weak! Weak!" "Not good at conquest!" "Found it!" He laughed loudly, his eyes bright, and with a sweep of his sleeve robe, streams of light overflowed. These were the countless deaths recorded by the earth in different worlds throughout the ages. Not only were there resentments, but also unwillingness, pain, and regrets. These resentful thoughts instantly rushed towards the Taoist in front of him. There was a child who died because of an earthquake. There was a man who died because of drought, leaving the water to his family but dying of thirst. There was a mother who subconsciously propped up her arms and tried to resist the power of heaven and earth when the mountain collapsed. The last regrets and pain of countless people emerged. This was not just one or two, but tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and even millions or tens of millions.

The old man laughed loudly. "You thought, this seat would fight you in close combat?!" "You guessed right, but you also guessed wrong! Who do you think I am? I have fought Fu Xi for a full six thousand years! Your routine is almost exactly the same as his. The words you say are all fake, true and false, this old man, this seat has already seen through it." "Moreover, you can't do it!" The old man sneered. He had seen it just now, and he had already tested it out. The Taoist who claimed to be a demon was especially weak when facing those creatures who died on the earth. Even if it was just a wave of his hand that could crush and annihilate them, making their souls fly away, the other party would choose to avoid them. Even when he saw a five-year-old child being buried alive as a sacrifice, a trace of expression still flashed in his eyes. That expression was called pity, called compassion, called, weakness!

The old man's body swayed, and the earth condensed life and death, turning into a long spear. It used the corpses of all things as the spear shaft, the sorrowful roar of souls as the spear tassel, but the death of the most innocent was used as the blade. Whether it was joy, sorrow, good, or evil, all were contained under the earth. Death is not the end, decay is. The long spear emitting a terrifying turbid aura was about to stab out. "Do it, your power only needs one move to kill all these souls!" "Hahaha, the top ten of the Clear World, come on, kill them again!" The old man laughed loudly, interfering with the Taoist's spirit, and then instantly transformed into a shadow. The earth locked onto the enemy, and then, in an instant, when the spear in his hand was thrust out, the earth simultaneously presented a twisted and inclusive feeling.

This spear is just an illusory object. The true spear sharpness is the concept of the earth. When the spear in the old man's hand pierced Wei Yuan, it meant that the concept of the earth also transformed into a weapon at the same time to kill the Taoist. This is a conceptual level attack.

Pierce! Pierce him! In the next moment, the next moment will be enough to taste the blood of the top ten! The next spear blade stagnated in front of the Taoist.

"Fu Xi sent you here." "You're wrong." The Taoist smiled for once, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, gently and calmly saying: "It wasn't Fu Xi who sent me here." "But I sent Fu Xi to accompany you."

The old man's expression froze. Then he suddenly roared and roared, struggling to get up, but in the end, his eyes were sealed by the power of Yi Wood, and the innate eight trigrams around his body were incomplete. He fell to the ground with a thud, grief-stricken, and only a miserable laugh remained: "You can't escape either, you can only kill those many Yin souls! No one in the world can bear so much resentment!" "Killing them will break your Dao heart!" "Or, you will bear them yourself, suffer the curse, and your strength will decline." "Hahaha, I fell for the trick, but you can't think of having a good time either!" The Taoist said, "You're wrong again." "However, you can say that I do not have the state of mind to bear so much resentment."

Wei Yuan listened to the sorrow of those who died unjustly, put away the Xuanhei Turbid World Flag in his hand, and then gently tapped his finger on the center of his eyebrows, pursed his lips, and suddenly the corners of his mouth forced to curl up, with a hint of gentleness and ease, as if he didn't want to be full of sadness when he mentioned that person, humming a song-like language: "Stranger, ah, stranger, I am here to ask for directions." "Stranger, ah, stranger," The center of his eyebrows flowed. Golden and clear Buddha light flowed out, warm as ever. “Do you ever heard of a monk from Great Tang?”