Chaos and restless.

All the innate gods were shocked by this vast spectacle of rebirth in the Great Forbidden Sky, and complex emotions filled my heart.

This ancestor **** was once undervalued.

Being completed and shaping, the miracle that belongs to oneself, has stepped so many small steps in a short period of time, undergoing a transformation in the realm.

The Four True Spirits, Nangong Xingyu, Celestial Sacred Emperor and others, after showing their shocked faces, calmed down instead.

They had seen too many miracles from Xiao Ye.

No matter how many changes happened to the shaman who was recognized by Xiao Ye, they would not be surprised.

"For so many years, Wu Zhuo has been suffering through the years."

"He doesn't seem to practice seriously, but he has always used his own way to perceive the origin of the ten thousand ways. The accumulation is too deep, and he is touched in the forbidden zone of no way, and finally he has accumulated a lot!"

Nandu and Fowler stared at the Wuchou who was enveloped by the avenue symbols from the air, and exclaimed.

The next moment.

They felt in their hearts and looked at an ancient battlefield together.

In recent years.

The actions of the innate gods in the chaos are deliberately avoiding that place and keeping their distance.

Because there is Taiqiong's shelter in the chaos today, shrouded by terrifying chanting sounds all the year round, and the sound of Taoism is endless.

But at the moment.

The mighty chanting sound stopped.

Taiqiong, which has a dragon body, is standing in the sky, looking at the Reincarnation Great Forbidden Sky in the distance, his expression changes, and he is silent.

Several days have passed.

The vast wonders in the reincarnation great forbidden sky slowly faded away.

Wuchou's sturdy figure emerged, like a world-class demon sitting there, surrounded by ten thousand waves, and the gods were inaccessible.

In the dark, the power of the heavens is surging, as if the witch clumsy will swarm down and drown the world as long as his mind moves.

"In the middle of the seventh revolution of Heaven!"

Carefully perceiving the Wuchou's realm aura, the ancestral gods not far away all twitched fiercely at the corners of their mouths.

A few days.

From the middle of the fourth revolution of Heaven, directly to the middle of the seventh revolution, what is this concept?

It simply violated the order and rules of the Way of Heaven, never seen before.

But now, it really happened in front of them, making them feel like they were in a dream.

No one knows.

Wu Zhuo has gained some specific gains in the Wudao restricted zone, but he knows that there are not many people in this world who can suppress the opponent.

Because of this state alone.

Wu Zhuo's ranking on the Heavenly Dao Ranking is already as high as fifty-three!

Combined with the outstanding combat power of the ancestors, this seat is definitely not the limit of shamanism.

As long as Wu Zhuo is willing to score in the top ten, I am afraid it is all right.

not to mention.

Some ancestor gods with extremely high visions clearly discovered that Wu Zhuo suppressed themselves at a critical moment, otherwise the realm could still leap forward.

This ability, this method, is already unpredictable by the gods.

If you fight with Taiqiong again, who dare to say that Wu Zhuo will not be able to win?

Such as perfect creatures who come with a pious heart, they are all worshipped.

Wu Zhuo, in a lowly posture, ascended to the summit, and now witnessing the splendor of the other party with his own eyes, is a great encouragement to them.

It seems that as long as Wuchou is still in the world, they still have hope.

Wu Zhuo ignored the cast of glances.

After reaching the middle of the seventh revolution of Heaven, he was not happy, as if this was just one, the most common thing.

At this moment, he is immersed in a special state.

He stepped into the restricted area for 200 million years. Although there was no way, lawless, and lawless, he was ignorant, feeling too much and seeing too much.

As if reversing the long river of time, I saw two stalwart figures in the distance, blending into the heaven, and being at the same level with the sky. They are constantly colliding and fighting. Each blow can span the past, the present and the future, and is full of the ultimate mystery of the heaven.

Those traces.

Like a ray of light, shining into Wu Zhuo's heart, making him greatly touched.

But I think carefully, but it seems that I haven't got anything.

This mysterious and mysterious feeling gave Wu Zhuo a special understanding.

right now.

He wants to grasp these enlightenment and transform something out of it.

Wu Zhuo couldn't sit cross-legged, and was realizing that the nearby ancestor gods naturally did not dare to bother, and spontaneously guarded them, not allowing outsiders to approach.

As time goes by.

The Daoguang on Wu Zhuo's body converged, as if after returning to nature, there was only one Dao rhyme left.

I have never felt any Tao, spreading from him, but the void in which he sits is as if it has been soaked by the principles of Tao, and it has become translucent. Under this influence, the space has broken and closed again, and is constantly reorganizing. As a result, a more stable form was formed.

A piece of flying catkin floated over.

Pulled by the suction, it revolved around Wuchou.

In the process, this piece of flying flock seemed to be buried in the fertile soil, turned into a seed, took root and sprouted, and grew into an innate sacred tree.

A stone fell at Wu Zhuo's feet, and it also took root here, baptized by the chaotic essence, as if it had life, but it was also growing and evolving into a stubborn stone.

A drop of water, in this void, also transformed into a vast ocean.

In the chaos, ordinary things, under the influence of this emptiness, all become extraordinary, like tracing the roots, evolving into the final form of life, extremely bright.

For a long time, Wu Zhuo seemed to be buried by everything in its final form, and his body was covered with vines.

"What kind of ability is this!"

The ancestral gods who have been guarding the neighborhood have their eyes widened and their faces are full of incredible colors.

The innate gods are the incarnations of the great avenues, and they have the ability to reshape the universe and change the day.

But Wu Zhuo seemed to inadvertently let ordinary things undergo the final evolution, which had nothing to do with Tao.

It seems that this side is empty.

It will become a small independent chaos because of shamanism.

of course.

Wu Zhuo is not a master, this ability is not available for the time being, but it is also amazing enough.

Because in these years of guarding the witch clumsy, Chaos has already passed through an alternate Peripheral impact.

Don't talk about the ancestors, even the perfect creatures who came from piousness have survived without any harm, without any loss.

The Taoism that permeated this void also unknowingly deeply affected the ancestral gods and perfect creatures.

Compared to the continuous rise of the witch clumsy realm, this is no different from the most exciting.

No one doubted.

In this chaos, in Dao's perception, few ancestor gods can stand alongside Wu Zhuo. Whether Cheng Wen and Cheng Yi brothers and sisters can do it is still unclear.

"Witchy."

"You deserve to be the ancestral **** recognized by Taizu."

"I finally believe it. With the words of Master, your future achievements will be unattainable!"

"You will really become my enemy in this life."

Without warning, a cold word, like rolling thunder, from far and near, suddenly blasted beside Wu Zhuo.

(First one!)