Chu Tian looked up.

Luo'er looked up.

Mr. Mouse looked up.

Chu Jie, Zi Tianzun looked up.

Chu Ye, who was tangled with the sea of ​​blood, was driving the puppets to kill wildly, Chu Feng looked up.

He was leading a large group of monks to dig the earth, and frantically extracting spiritual veins, the Dragon King, the Old Fox, the Dad of the Tiger, and countless brothers from the Three Prefectures looked up.

The Seven Old Yangs, countless powerful monks and tribe members of the seven major clans raised their heads and looked at the crack that appeared out of thin air out of thin air, like a crack in the shape of an eye.

On the entire continent, all the creatures who heard this cheering and shouting, even those birds, beasts, fish, shrimps, crabs, etc., which had not yet grown up, were inexplicably driven by a force and looked up at the crack.

A huge, golden barefoot girl stepped out of the crack. Her feet were hundreds of miles long and hundreds of miles long. This shows how powerful the owner of this foot was.

A huge figure squeezed out of the crack, and couldn't wait to squeeze out with a hint of eagerness. Gradually, the entire figure of this huge figure was a huge cyclops like a mountain range. The chains of the laws of heaven and earth condensed into substance beside him, and countless chains were neatly arranged, turning into a huge wheel of light beside him, jumping and flashing.

Countless spiritual lights were pounding in Wuliang Baoji. Chu Tian looked at the huge golden cyclops and said in a deep voice: "The ancient Wuliangtian once discovered the wreckage in some ancient ruins... the Cyclops clan!"

The golden cyclops landed heavily from the air. He stepped on a mountain towering into the clouds, waving his fists like an excited orangutan and smashed them into his chest, making loud "boom" sounds.

Behind him, raindrop-like giants kept falling.

Silver skin, bronze skin, black iron skin, and big bodies from dozens of miles tall to hundreds of feet in size. They all had ferocious faces. A single eye that occupied most of the face in the middle of their foreheads shone brightly, and the divine light stirred the void.

There were countless cyclops in the cracks falling like rain. A cruel and irritable voice suddenly sounded: "Get out...get home...get home...I'm home...I'm still here?"

A blood-colored wing, made of twisted flesh and scales, suddenly poked out from the crack, beating a large group of cyclops, rolling around in the sky, and shouting and scolding for a while.

A huge dragon head protruded out of the crack, and hundreds of sharp black dragon horns grew densely on the blood-colored dragon head. The dragon head struggled hard, and finally squeezed half of its body out of the crack.

The giant dragon was dozens of times larger than the golden cyclops, so although he knocked away some petite giants with one wing, the golden cyclops still didn't dare to say anything. He just glared at him in disappointment, and then took a large group of giants to take big steps towards the peak that towered into the starry sky in the middle of the continent.

The blood-colored dragon struggled hard, and he kept making sharp roars. After a long time, he finally struggled out of the cracks.

The blood-colored dragon with a ferocious shape, like a big lizard, suddenly spread its wings. A hundred pairs of huge blood-colored flesh wings behind him spread out over the sky, covering the void that radiates across a million miles like dark clouds.

The dragon's wings waved down fiercely, and suddenly a large area of ​​mountains and creatures in the mountains turned into ashes, leaving a huge round pit on the spot. The blood-colored dragon laughed wildly, flapping its wings and flew towards the peak where the "Sky" was.

Countless blood-colored dragons fell in the cracks. These giant dragons, which had been thousands of miles to several miles, roared to the sky, constantly spitting bloody breaths to the ground, and then followed the dragon happily to the sky.

Wuliang Baoji flashed rapidly, and Chu Tian hummed softly.

Another ancient tribe group that has disappeared in the age of the Wuliangtian, but has only found a trace of existence in some ruins - the Hundred-winged Demon Dragon!

The powerful, terrifying, and bloodthirsty Hundred-winged Demon Dragon is not a good thing to deal with.

Straws of black flames continued to spurt out from the cracks in the sky. With a low laugh, a big hand made of black flames suddenly poked out from the cracks. The big hand of black flames suddenly punched out from the cracks, and fire suddenly splashed on the ground, and magma gushed. The volume of the large pit just blasted out by the blood-colored dragon suddenly expanded dozens of times.

A fire man, who was only a hundred feet tall and black as black as fire, slowly drifted from the cracks. Behind him, countless black fire men fell rapidly. They brought fire lights to fly and circled on the ground, and the mountains wherever they passed were burned to ashes.

"Another legendary clan...the Black Flame Shura clan...even in the ancient Wuliangtian, it only guessed that it had such a clan from the mural records. Haha, it's really a group of demons!" Chu Tian couldn't help but stand up and stared at these black fire people.

The leader of the Black Fire Shura did not rush to the peak where the "Tian" was immediately located, but turned around and looked at Chu Tian.

Then dozens of black fire lines cut through the void, and dozens of masters from the Black Fire Asura clan came through the air, swung their fists and violently bombarded Chu Jie, Zi Tianzun and others on the jade platform.

Chu Tian snorted coldly, and his fingers bounced, and it had expanded to billions of miles in length. The green dragon sword, which was gray and chaotic, sounded a light sound. The bodies of these masters of the Black Fire Asura clan suddenly stumbled, and the flames on the surface suddenly spread out, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into wisps of black flames and dissipated.

With one sword, they completely killed their souls, but they didn't even know how Chu Tian took action or how they were attacked.

The power of the great dream cultivated in "The Great Dream" kills people in the confusion and ethereality. Today, the slightest test of the magnificent swords, dozens of extremely powerful ancient alien races were completely wiped out silently.

The leader of the Black Fire Shura clan was stunned and looked at Chu Tian deeply, then flew towards the direction where "Heaven" was located with countless people.

The cracks in the air gradually opened, and the cracks became longer and wider. Various strange groups continued to fall from the cracks. Many groups did not even record them on Wuliang Baoji. Obviously, the powerful powers of Wuliangtian in the ancient times were unable to dig out any information about these groups from ancient history.

Billions of alien races fell from space cracks like heavy rain.

One year...ten years...a hundred years...
Chapter completed!