Fantasy: Me! Create a secret building at the beginning!

"Boom!"

The thunder spear fell to the ground.

The thunder was like Wang Yang, boundless as far as the eye could see. The lightning flashed, moving the nine heavens, flooding the earth. It was extremely terrifying. The earth and rocks were scorched wherever it passed.

The traces of the original hall were completely wiped out.

If it were not for the formation. Guard, most of the entire palace will be destroyed.

With such power, let alone Bei Chenheng, an ordinary person.

Even if he is at his peak, he may not be able to block it.

For this attack, Bei Chenyong has absolute confidence, regardless of his failure. Saint, but he absorbed not only the strength of his eight sons, but also some geniuses he had collected over the years.

These people practiced Nai Yuan Shen Jue secretly. In the end, they all became his nourishment.

With the accumulation of countless people's cultivation, he It is invincible among its peers!

"it's over."

Bei Chenyong's voice was cold.

Even so, he still couldn't understand his hatred. The anger in his chest was burning, and the demonic flames all over his body were beating like an ancient ferocious beast that wanted to choose people to devour!

"It would be too easy to die if my path to sainthood is cut off.......Um?"

Bei Chenyong raised his hand and grabbed it. Among the thunder in the sky, he caught a lonely figure.

What's going on?

He frowned.

Logically speaking, Bei Chenheng should be dead. He wanted to capture his soul, but why didn't there be any reaction?

Could it be?

A guess arose in Bei Chenyong's mind.

Just now, his blow caused the opponent's soul to fly away?

This possibility is very low.

He is very clear about his own strength. No one knows better than him how powerful the spear just now is. No matter what, the soul should stay.

Something is wrong.

Bei Chenyong narrowed his eyes, piercing the sea of ​​thunder, wanting to see what happened.

Before he could see the situation clearly, a figure appeared in the sea of ​​thunder. I walked out as if taking a leisurely stroll.

"How can it be! Bei

Chenyong frowned, a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice:"You're not dead?""

"Disappointed my father."

Beichen Heng still looked old. He put his hands behind his back and climbed up the steps. When he fell down one step at a time, his body, which was originally like a dead tree, suddenly heard a sound like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.

The true energy in his body rumbled, and the flesh and blood essence , like wolf smoke, penetrated the high sky and scattered the clouds in all directions.

Centered on his position, the fate of the entire Tianyin Dynasty seemed to be pulled, gathering from all directions. From above his head, it turned into a Whirlpool, pouring down

"My son has long said that my father has held this position for five thousand years and it is time to abdicate in favor of someone worthy of his position!"

Beichen Heng is still unhurried.

With every step he takes, the aura on his body becomes stronger. The cultivation level that was originally abandoned has grown rapidly.

Body forging realm!

Yuan Qi realm!......

Celestial realm!

Holy Lord Realm! saint!......

"Boom!"

Taking the last step, Bei Chenheng came to Bei Chenyong. He looked directly at his father, with no wave in his eyes, and a terrifying aura swept out of his body. The power of the saint suppressed the heaven and the earth!

"Bang!"

A terrifying power rushed towards him.

Bei Chenyong's body trembled as if he had been hit hard. Then his face turned pale and he flew backwards. With a rumbling sound, he crashed through countless palaces and splashed smoke and dust all over the sky.

Bei Chenyong Lying on the ruins, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, he stood up tremblingly, his hair was messy on his shoulders, and he looked a little hysterical.

"impossible!"

"No! Can! able!"

"I have worked so hard and planned for thousands of years and still haven't become a saint. The techniques you practice are all incomplete and have no follow-up. How can you become a saint before me?"

"wrong.......！！"

"You have abolished your cultivation, why on earth did you become a saint!!"

Beichen Yong was on the verge of going crazy. He pursued his life-long pursuit, but in the end he was in vain. However, his son jumped out of the chessboard with a chess piece in his hand. It was just that he jumped out of the chessboard.

He even exchanged the identities of the chess players and the chess pieces..This change made him almost want to vomit blood.

"In this world, nothing is impossible."

Beichen Heng turned around.

At this moment, he was as handsome as jade, with a tall figure and a jade crown on his head. Judging from his appearance, he was only in his early twenties. Anyone who looked at him couldn't help but praise him.

What a good man in troubled times. Young Master!

Since he has reached the level of saint cultivation, his longevity has increased by tens of thousands of years out of thin air. His original appearance of a middle-aged man has completely become younger. In a sense, he has become a child again.

As long as the Tianyin Dynasty is immortal , when he stays in the Tianyin Dynasty, he can have everything that a saint should have, even longevity!

From this point, we can also see the horror of the method of becoming a saint through luck

"Something must be wrong!"

Bei Chenyong's voice was hoarse. After a moment, he suddenly raised his head, stared at Bei Chenheng with his eyes, and squeezed out a few words with difficulty.

"The method of becoming a saint through luck!"

Back then, the forbidden arts of the Dali Dynasty had a great reputation throughout the world. Naturally, the Tianyin Dynasty was also greedy for it. After destroying Dali, they spent all their efforts searching for it, but found nothing in the end.

Until

Beichen Yongdeng. He also looked for it, but unfortunately he couldn't find it.

But what he didn't expect was that today, the method of becoming a saint through luck would actually appear in the hands of his son!

"Give it to me!"

"Give me the method of becoming a saint through luck!"

"Whatever you want, I will give it to you!!!"

Beichen Yong staggered forward, with a look of longing in his eyes. After the hope of becoming a saint was shattered, a glimmer of light emerged in his heart again.

"I want......"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Bei Chenheng's mouth, and he said lightly:"Father, go and accompany some of the royal brothers!"

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