Rumble!

The energy of terror is like a volcanic eruption that has been backlogged for 10,000 years, and that breath is simply earth-shattering!

Thousands of miles of earthquakes trembling, lightning thunder.

This breath suddenly attracted the attention of many strong people, and it was not long before a strong figure rose up and set off layers of sound blasts.

However, after they arrived, they saw nothing but a large ruin, a large number of scattered clouds in the sky, and a rapidly dissipating breath of terror.

"Alas, strange things have happened recently, and it is going to change the sky..." Some strong people have heavy faces and sighed.

To the imperial realm, it seems that you can touch a sense of occultity, can vaguely feel the number of lives between heaven and earth, and all kinds of things that happen during this time are unusual.

First of all, the Jade family is strangely extinct.

There are many inexplicable breakthroughs, like springing up, successively entering the imperial pole.

Now what a strong man appears again, moving and earthy!

All this, it seems to be heralding, a stormy era, is coming.

This is an opportunity, but also a challenge, someone will rise, someone will decline, some already very powerful forces, but some panic, worried that they will be subverted...

Of course, Liu Hong does not care about this.

When the people imagined it, Liu Hong had returned to Hao Jianzong, and the eight slaves were hidden outside the clan to practice, waiting for the order at any time.

He was about to leave the cloud.

With the improvement of strength, this place seems to be gradually unable to tolerate him, although there are still very good places in the chaos, but he knows that he needs a bigger stage.

The so-called things are gathered together, people are divided into groups, and only by fighting with the real strong can they sharpen him!

And he returned to the sword, one is to say goodbye to the ancestors of the sword, and the other is to... break through the great sword tower!

Rumored that the Great Sword Tower, the back eleven floors, has the terrible pressure, oppresses itself, so that the body and the spirit can reach the limit, they can squeeze out their own potential, absorb the general trend of heaven and earth for their own use, condense the emperor's supreme intention, enter the imperial pole!

The royal realm, Liu Hong is bound!

“Boy, are you really going to leave?”Outside the tower of the sword, the ancestors of the sword looked at Liu Hong, and there was some confusion in their eyes.

"The vastness of the world is the place where the strong fly, and I'm still young, and I want to go and see."Liu Hong smiled, and his eyes seemed to have a vast world.

"Well, I hope you can get to the top..." Tiansian sword ancestor was slightly addicted, patting Liu Hong's shoulder, as if the figure was older, and then turned away.

He did not tell Liu Hong that in the past two thousand years, he had seen many young people with strong ambition to come out from the great sword and go to the vast world, but he never came back.

He did not say that when he was young, he was also ambitious, untamed, and vowed to go all over the vast land, but finally returned here, and lived through his old age with peace of mind...

The outside world is bigger, but more cruel.

But he did not stop Liu Hong, the Wu people's way, should have gone so.When I was young, who didn’t dream?This is Liu Hong's choice, no matter what the result, he will not stop... only silently blessing.

“Ostles, take care.”Liu Hong whispered in his heart, and then his eyes were firm, and Huo turned around and walked toward the Hao Jian Tower.

...

Two hours later, he came out.

The black face came out.

In the face of the surprised eyes of the elder guard tower, he did not say anything, left silently, only felt a toothache!

“Ah!”

After flying far away, a roar of anger came from above the sea of clouds, and the breath of terror swept the sky, and the mountains and rivers trembled.

In the Haojian Mountains, many cultivators raised their heads, and when they saw the figure like the sun, they felt the terrible breath, and were horrified...

They don’t know what Liu Hong’s sadness is.

He did not break.

Yes, he is still half-way king.

It's not that he doesn't want to break through, it's... it can't break through!

As soon as he stepped into the 10th floor, he felt something was wrong.

The pressure did come, but he did not feel it at all, and that pressure was almost like the breeze to his present strength.

He stepped on several layers, and the pressure increased, but for him, it was still insignificant.

Arguably, the twenty-third floor can enter the imperial pole, the twenty-sixth floor imperial pole two realms, the twenty-ninth floor, the imperial poles three realms!

However, he walked the twenty-five floors, only to vaguely feel the pressure, to the twenty-sixth floor, the pressure increased, twenty-seven layers, the pressure terror, almost did not resist.

But on the twenty-eighth floor, the eye is about to reach the limit, and the six bloodlines in his body are furious!The blood boiled at the same time, it seemed to be insulted, desperately resisted, and the incomparable breath swept out, directly blocking the force.

This time, Liu Hong was forced, and he even vaguely heard the voice of "*** blood, can not be lightly humiliated", and he was also powerful, and his heart almost burst.

Old iron, you are pitting me!

Is it time to show dignity?If you don't give up, I can't break through!

However, these six bloodlines, which are not controlled at all, seem to feel that Liu Hong is being bullied and protecting Liu Hong in general with their instinctive spirituality.

Liu Hong even felt an emotion from the bloodline, who seemed to be complacent and inviting Liu Hong.

At that time, he almost squirted out old blood, these six bloodlines, is completely the rhythm of the pit dad ah, but also so straight!

Here, he also knew that even if he boarded the 29th floor, there was no hope, and according to his calculations, if he wanted to completely suppress the six bloodlines, there must be at least thirty-five layers, that is, the pressure of the five realms of the emperor.

Not that Liu Hong's strength is so strong, but the six bloodlines are too hard, and it is the kind of character that is more than die, and they can burn themselves against pressure!

Only the terror of suppressing them in an instant, so that they have no resistance at all, can they be satisfied and stop resisting at all.

After sitting for two hours on the twenty-ninth floor, he came out and left Hao Jian Zong directly, and even said goodbye to him.

It really hurts eggs.

...

“Master, where are we going?”Outside the sword, the eight slaves gathered, and the powerful breath suppressed swept the sky, letting the clouds roll and the wind howling.

"Go to the most prosperous place."Liu Hong looked at the northwest, waved his right hand, a dark boat appeared, the wind rose, and in an instant turned into a kilometer god ship!

Oh my gosh!

The huge god ship occupies the void, the iron and blood war pervades the eight sides, the breath is not strong, but it gives people an ancient and huge sense, which makes people dare not look small.

This is the god ship of Canghuazong, which was seized by him in the sealed land, and it is said to be a battle ship from ancient times!

Although the so-called combat effectiveness of the battleship, Liu Hong did not see, but as a means of transport, it is still very good.

Sitting antique, at least not lost face.

“Get on board.”Looking at the surprised eight slaves, Liu Hong's mouth is a sharp corner, and a horse first landed on the deck of the god ship.

“Yes, Master!”The eight slaves nodded, then flew on the god boat and stood right behind Liu Hong.

The buzz!

Liu Hongshen thought a move, launched the energy system inside the god ship, millions of spiritual stones at the same time, the ancient spirit array started, countless reiki whistling, become the energy of the god ship, the dark hull shining.

Rumble!

The ship of God is across the sky, crushing the clouds, like a behemoth, the terrible momentum is crushed, and in the whistling wind, the mighty rush to the distance.