Cultivation starts from breaking through the sky

Chapter 511 The Great Thousand World, The Wind Blows
In the bitter sea, Xiao Han and Xiao Yan saw Shengbing and Shenhuo respectively.

This is their holy way.

Not only that, what they saw in the sea of ​​suffering is real.

In the boundless sea of ​​suffering, there is really a kind of holy ice and divine fire.

Holy Ice of Death.

Eternal fire.

Among them, this eternal divine fire ranks ninth in the list of divine fires in the Great Thousand World, so it can be said that it is quite a high-ranking divine fire.

Step out one step, and the flowers on the other side bloom, just like going through a baptism of the avenue.

On the other side of the sea of ​​bitterness, Xiao Han and Xiao Yan successfully refined the Holy Ice Divine Fire, climbed to the Heavenly Gate in one fell swoop, and officially stepped into the top group of practitioners in the Great Thousand World.

Today they are the real supreme powerhouses.

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Above Xueyue City, Xiao Han and Xiao Yan were spat out by the ancient Tianzun battlefield, and the two advanced to Tianzun, which is no longer tolerated by the rules of the battlefield.

"Heaven is supreme." Xiao Han and Xiao Yan smiled at each other. A few years ago, the two came to the Great Thousand World together.

"Holy Son." Xiao Han and Xiao Yan came to a tower in Xueyue City, and a group of people from the Holy Book Palace stayed here, and everyone saluted one after another.

"How long has it been?" Xiao Han asked a disciple of the Holy Palace.

"It's been a month since I returned to the Holy Son." The man responded.

Hearing this, Xiao Han and Xiao Yan were a little stunned. They just walked in the sea of ​​suffering for more than a month, not to mention that they spent a lot of time in retreat on the other side of the sea of ​​suffering to attack the Supreme Being. They didn't expect that it was only a month.

"It seems that the time rules in this ancient Tianzun battlefield have also changed." Xiao Han said, in the battlefield, all kinds of avenue rule forces are flooding, and it is understandable that the passage of time is different from the outside world.

"Has everyone else come out yet?" Xiao Han asked again.

"No, the Son of God came out of the battlefield first." The disciple of the Holy Palace said.

Xiao Han nodded and didn't ask any more questions. It seems that everyone is still looking for opportunities inside.

"I'm going to wait here for other disciples from the Holy Palace to come out. Xiao Yan, what are your plans for the future?" Xiao Han looked at Xiao Yan and asked.

"I'm going to leave. Now that I've been promoted to Heavenly Sovereign, I'm going to integrate some forces and establish a sect in the Great Thousand World." Xiao Yan said. After all these years of experience in the Great Thousand World, he naturally didn't gain nothing. Some forces need to be integrated.

"Well." Xiao Han nodded, then smiled and said: "Since you have established a sect, you have to make your reputation bigger, otherwise I will be ashamed to report your name when I do things in the future."

"That's natural." Xiao Yan said with a smile.

"By the way, I'm going to open up the plane channel connecting Dou Qi Continent, and it's time to take them over." Xiao Han said again.

"Well, I've also considered this matter. After I combine forces, I will also open up a plane passage." Xiao Yan nodded and said: "Okay, I'll go first."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yan didn't stay any longer, stepped out, and his figure disappeared in place strangely.

"The Emperor's Pavilion should also be established." Xiao Han raised his head, looked at the gorgeous sky above, and muttered in his mouth.

After the two of Xiao Han came out of the battlefield, people came out of it one after another. Although not all of them got great chances, they were the luckiest to get out of it alive. The battlefield is full of dangers, especially the sea of ​​bitterness. I don't know how many people died in it, and I don't know whether Mahatian, Lin Xiyan and others in the sea of ​​suffering have the ability to successfully get out.

After waiting for five days, the people from the Holy Book Palace finally came out.

At the entrance of the battlefield, a huge ice-blue giant kun quickly swept out of it.

Soon, Taigu Pengkun swept over the tower where Xiao Han was. On the back of the fat fish were all disciples of the Holy Palace, but compared to before, the number of people decreased. What this means is self-evident. Those people will always be on the battlefield.

Fortunately, a group of top disciples from the Holy Palace were all there. Tang Shiya, Chu Chenyu, Shangguan Wan'er, Bai Ye and others survived, and their strengths all faintly improved.

It's just that at this moment, Tang Shiya and the others on Fat Yu's back looked a little ugly, especially Bai Ye, whose face was cold and terrifying, but there was an unconcealable sadness in those eyes.

"What happened?" Xiao Han asked with a slight frown when he saw that everyone looked strange.

Fat Fish rolled a pair of huge eyes, and it, who was always talkative, kept silent at this moment, flapping its wings lightly, and its huge body slowly landed.

"Holy Son, Junior Sister Qiu Ling... was killed." Tang Shiya looked at Xiao Han with beautiful eyes, and spoke first.

After finishing speaking, Tang Shiya and others retreated automatically, and an ice coffin came into Xiao Han's eyes behind him, and there was a woman's body lying in the coffin, it was Bai Qiuling.

Xiao Han walked over, looking at the familiar figure in the ice coffin who was no longer breathing, his face gradually turned cold, "Who did it?"

"The ancient Maha clan, Mahaxue." Bai Ye said coldly, Mahaxue did not choose to enter the sea of ​​suffering, but looked for another opportunity.

Tang Shiya added: "In an ancient site before, Bai Qiuling obtained a powerful inheritance, and Mohaxue also took a fancy to it, so she killed and seized the inheritance. Clan powerhouses follow, we are not right..."

At this point, Xiao Han waved his hand and interrupted Tang Shiya's words. He looked at the ice coffin in front of him and said indifferently: "I'll wait here for her to come out."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Han stopped talking, walked over and patted Bai Ye on the shoulder, and then went straight to the corner of the tower, looking at the sky with extremely sharp eyes.

Seeing Xiao Han's appearance, everyone didn't dare to say much, they were all silent, and the atmosphere seemed particularly depressing.

However, listening to what the Holy Son said just now, everyone faintly felt a sense of tension that the mountain is about to come and the wind is overwhelming. Facing the Maha Ancient Clan, one of the five ancient tribes in the Great Thousand World, what does the Holy Son intend to do?

"It feels like something is going to happen..." The disciples of the Holy Palace had this kind of premonition, and they knew too well about this Holy Son who had always acted frivolously.

Xueyue City is about to usher in a big storm.

The time passed slowly in tension and depression, and another ten days passed in a blink of an eye.

During this period, eight people including Mo Hetian, Mo Yi, Xuan Hao, Qing Tianming, Huang Yunxiao, Hei Hao, Lin Xiyan, and Yu Xuanji stepped out of the sea of ​​suffering one after another, and all of them stepped into the position of Supreme Being.

Most of the rest of the people who entered the sea of ​​suffering died.

Tu Feng from Rentu Hall had a deep relationship with the ancient Futu clan, and the two were buried in the sea of ​​bitterness and became a pair of desperate mandarin ducks.

After they came out, Mahatian and the others never left, they were naturally waiting for people from their respective clans. Apart from the sea of ​​bitterness, the ancient Tianzun battlefield was huge and there were countless opportunities. Someone can find a good opportunity.

Everyone is waiting, but what is waiting is different.

Among all those waiting, the disciples of the Holy Palace were the most disturbed, because they knew that what they were waiting for was a storm.

Half a month later, the entrance to the ancient Tianzun battlefield was about to be closed, and Mohexue and his party finally walked out of the battlefield.

It's just that no one expected that the moment Mahaxue stepped out of the battlefield.

With a sword out, the world is cold, and the sky is stained with blood.

Maha Xue fell down.

In the great world, the wind is blowing.

(End of this chapter)