Wu Zhuo's move naturally caused Tianxin to boil.

Obviously it was the fourth stage of alternate Peripheral impacts, but the light of reincarnation was not seen.

There is only unmatched power, like a volcano erupting in an instant, triggering a thunderstorm of Shuoshuo, spreading out above the chaos, and preventing Wuchou from blending in.

The surviving innate gods of the present age continued to retreat, their complexions pale in reflection.

This confrontation was obviously too scarier than the previous two times, and such a huge power broke out from the beginning, as if it had come to the middle and late stages all at once.

Naturally, they knew that this was caused by the desire of shamanism to influence the evolution of heaven.

There was another boom.

Wu Zhuo was roaring loudly, and his limbs were shaking. His whole body was instantly lifted up, like a giant who opened the world, resisting the endless pressure and rushing up, the tribulations of the primitive avenue fell, and he could not stop him.

Under the guardianship of the Avenue of Life.

These tribulations, smashed on Wu Zhuo's body, only aroused crackling sounds, and did not cause substantial harm.

He finally soared for nine days.

Beside him, there are the vast Tao and the light, showing the breadth and depth of the Heavenly Tao, like an unfathomable ocean, undulating and winding around Wu Zhuo's body.

Wu Zhuo's eyes are full of divine light, and he is not afraid of it.

The divine veins in his body were decomposed into the mark of the avenue. After resisting and breaking free, he struggled to open a vacuum zone.

At the same time, he clenched his fists with both hands, pulling infinite mighty power, turning into a flood, tumbling over the ocean, setting off a huge wave.

Hum!

In an instant, the entire chaos trembled, and the endless void became bright and dark.

In the sky, a series of avenues emerged, constantly flickering, causing the dust of all domains to flick away and beginning to glow with a kind of divine light.

Obviously night is falling, and the deep winter is cold.

But there was a kind of vigorous vigor that swept through the chaos, like a pool of stagnant water, and began to flow, causing many acquired creatures to be shocked.

Their ability to perceive the avenue has even faintly recovered.

The exhausted chaotic essence is also recovering.

"Is it really possible? This is just the beginning."

"Master Wu Zhuo, it's too bad!"

The feelings of the innate gods became more and more profound, and all their eyes widened in surprise, feeling that they would return to the glorious era of prosperity.

just.

This change was quickly cut off.

Rumble!

As the high-altitude volatility burst out that smashed time and space, the avenue that emerged in the sky dimmed instantly, and the entire chaos was once again beaten back to its original shape.

Wu Zhuo confronted the reincarnation of the heavens and entered an extremely fierce moment.

His tall figure was almost knocked out into the dust, and was backlashed by the heavens, and his body was almost shattered into two pieces.

Wu Zhuo was not surprised and rejoiced, a light of excitement appeared in his eyes, and he jumped up again.

The act of talent just now was just a preliminary test, and he was excited by the result of the test.

In the following years, the audio frequency of the Heavenly Dao erupted, like muffled thunder resounding through the heavens and the world, as if two masters were colliding.

If it weren't for most of the shock waves, Wu Zhuo would have blocked the chaos.

The chaotic domains oscillated endlessly, wandering on the verge of decay and recovery, not knowing how many cycles it had cycled.

Wu Zhuo is doing his best. The main, ancestral, and respectable avenues are all displayed, showing the original appearance. He must stand on the nine heavens, resist the infinite pressure, try to change the evolution of the heavens, and make the chaotic creatures tremble.

This is not like helping sentient beings and resisting the reincarnation of the heavenly path, but as Wu Zhuo's own catastrophe.

Tens of thousands of years later.

The blazing light of heaven shrouded the vast chaos.

The various avenues that burst out of Tian's heart have reached the strongest level under the rule.

The gods flickered, thunder riots, and even Wuchou couldn't stop it. Some of the borders of the Great Forbidden Sky were completely destroyed, and Wuchou's figure was also shrouded in flames.

These firelights came from the realm of heaven, violent and cruel, resembling the red light of sin karma, eroding the witchcraft **** body.

But he was not afraid, and he brought his combat power to the peak, reshaping his body over and over again, his mighty breath was like a dam bursting across the vast land, impacting God.

The Wudao restricted area and some ancient battlefields shook again, and the remaining traces were aroused, reflecting the traces of the battle between Xiao Ye and Eternal Sky.

"Master Wu Zhuo, really has the power to dominate the battle!"

The gods who were watching were shocked and numb.

If it had been before, the strength of Wu Zhuo was only speculation.

So now, it is fully verified.

In the face of Tianxin's power and power, Wu Zhuo could persist for so many years. It was incredible, and it was an immortal myth.

But no matter how tenacious, Wuchou has become extremely difficult.

In the confrontation over and over again.

The avenue of life couldn't hold his blood and bones, and it continued to spill down from the sky, soaking many places in the chaos.

With obsession, he rushed up again and again, while Dao rushed out of the heavenly spirit cover and rushed into the boiling Tianxin, exerting influence.

After many years.

The chaotic regions have wandered between decay and recovery countless times, and finally the former has the upper hand. The spirit of chaos has been diffused, but it can't continue to explore.

Wu Zhuo's continued influence was blocked by the boiling Tianxin, and he fell into a deadlock.

The congenital gods of the present age all have a look of worry in their eyes.

Because of careful calculation, there are 100,000 years left in the fourth stage.

If Wuchou can't persist, all his previous efforts will come to naught.

Wu Zhuo obviously also knew this.

He no longer violent, began to passively defend, no longer open up, want to defend the territory.

"Wu Zhuo has tried his best..."

Seeing this, some innate gods sighed.

This level of change alone is only a drop in the bucket for the great decline of Chaos.

Innate mixed treasures still cannot be born, and their destiny has not changed.

More than ninety thousand years have passed.

Wu Zhuo's body had become riddled with blemishes, and all his flesh and blood had withered, only a pair of divine bones full of cracks remained, still suffering, and would fall down at any time.

As for the arrival of the Neogene, it was only in the morning and evening.

"Almost over."

The creatures in the chaos all smiled.

In any case, they lived to the Neoperiod somehow.

"Drive me!"

At this moment, a sharp shout suddenly resounded, overwhelming the turbulent voice.

I saw the withered witches and clumsiness, trying their best to play a shining time symbol, driving the wave of supernatural powers, and changing the rules of order.

His body is imprinted with the great road, and there are the marks of twenty main combat forces, blending together, slashing to heaven.

"It was the extreme method used to injure Taiqiong!"

This scene caused all the gods to change suddenly.

Wu Zhuo did not give up.

At this last moment, gathered strength and delivered a thunderous blow.

(First one!)