It was a supreme and righteous light, extremely bright, coming from the thread of destiny, just like the light at the beginning of the birth of the universe.

Only at the moment Zhou Yi was moved.

This ray of light entered Zhou Yi's universe.

boom!

What appeared was a middle-aged man in white, wielding a knife and a fist sword. Each move gathered the power of millions of universes and could easily destroy the infinite world.

The moment his momentum came forward, the universe inside Zhou Yi's body experienced a terrible collapse.

Earth-shattering sounds, tidal waves in the universe, and storms...

Many worlds are dying.

The wave of destruction flooded many great realms.

Zhou Yi reacted quickly and attacked instinctively.

The fist seal suddenly appeared.

Domineering killing!

boom!

The huge fist intention came forward to meet the attack.

In just a short moment, the two of them had fought each other a trillion times, fighting each other with fists and feet.

The boundless void around them, squeezed by the terrifying fists of the two, is exploding and reborn.

"kill!"

The middle-aged man in white shouted with authority.

The fist with infinite power covered the endless time and space in front of him, rolling like an ocean, and struck towards Zhou Yi.

Not to be outdone, Zhou Yi has not lost any of his experience in physical combat even though he has now entered the multiverse level.

Click!

Bang!

The two fought quickly, and their bodies collided, making a sound like a drum.

Terrifying fluctuations have affected many times and spaces.

I don't know how many of Zhou Yi's empty bodies were shattered into wind and sand under the constant fighting.

Everything ushered in a big chaos.

And the middle-aged man's eyes were strange. He didn't expect that this self's ability to fight back was so outstanding.

"At the first level of multidimensionality, you are indeed considered a Taiyi with extraordinary combat power, but in front of me, Taicang, all the bodies under the Taoist Ancestor are all my fishing fish!"

The middle-aged man shouted coldly, and his attack was extremely fast, beyond the concept of time and space.

The two of them were beaten out of Zhou Yi's inner universe.

Zhou Yi felt the pressure from the other person who was slightly higher than him in cultivation and realm, but he didn't even frown and responded coldly: "Then it depends on whether you have this ability."

He was not indignant at the sudden death of his other self, Tai Cang.

This is just a Taiyi who is similar to myself.

For more than 10 million years, he has been doing the same thing as Tai Cang, fishing for endless selves in the vast nothingness, trying to harvest the direction of the Taoist ancestors from those selves, and take away the possibility of being born.

Use your strength to make yourself go further.

These people are all themselves.

If you take it for yourself, you won't even feel the slightest sense of guilt.

These incarnations of them are destined to have one person break through the half-step mystery of the Supreme Being and restrain the many selves. Therefore, they do not have to bear any burden at all for everything they do.

Each of these multitudes is a competitor.

They are all objects that can only exist once and cannot coexist.

Therefore, Zhou Yi had already prepared for the arrival of Tai Cang.

He guessed that when he was five to six million years old, he might encounter other people in the same realm who committed suicide. Now that they had come more than ten million years ago, it was already too late.

The two of them collided constantly, swinging a thousand heavy fists. Their bodies made a sound like thunder, and red threads appeared at the corners of their mouths.

It was obvious that Tai Cang's power and realm were superior to Zhou Yi's, overwhelming Zhou Yi by half.

Tai Cang quickly approached Zhou Yi, a weapon appeared in his palm, and his eyes were cold: "There is something comparable to mine in your fist intention. If I can catch your projection and return it to me, I will definitely

It can take a big step forward in the direction of being promoted to Dao Ancestor."

What he was talking about was the prototype of the power of existence and non-existence in Zhou Yi.

The power of faith that can change your destiny.

But Zhou Yi has the same idea. Over the years, he has been fishing for the self that has not been able to understand and evolve the power of destiny. He has made progress in his cultivation for more than 10 million years, but the time is really slow.

If we could snatch away the embryonic form of power created out of thin air from Tai Cang in front of him, it would also save him nearly 100 million years of practicing alone.

"Emperor Ruyi!"

Zhou Yi stepped forward, like an ancient Taoist ancestor going out on a patrol, throwing out the accompanying weapon that intersects with his heart and gathers all his beliefs.

Emperor Ruyi exudes a mysterious temperament, filled with reality and reality, and surrounded by ancient energy, making people feel a kind of "nothing is missing" energy.

It seems that as long as it is thrown out, it will definitely hit the enemy.

This is already a fateful concept.

It is the prototype of the existence or non-existence of Taozu, and it imposes an absolute concept on weapons.

A sure hit!

Although Zhou Yi's Dao Ancestor power is still in its infancy, the terrifying ability displayed at this moment has already defeated so many existences in multiple lifeless realms. This is what he has learned over the past ten million years.

However, Tai Cang was not afraid at all, but showed even more enthusiastic joy at that moment.

The more extraordinary Zhou Yi understood the power of the Dao Ancestor, the more determined he became. He must catch this projected self and turn it into a part of himself.

In this struggle of existence, time has no concept and years have lost their meaning.

The moment when Zhou Yi throws Emperor Ruyi may be short, but in some circumstances, it is also eternal.

But neither eternity nor an instant could stop that blow from hitting Tai Cang so hard.

At that moment, Tai Cang did not retreat but advanced. There was a large seal on the top of his head, like the supreme emperor's authority, with strands of golden ancient energy entwining around it, evolving the creation of many universes, and the birth of thousands of small worlds.

Tai Cang Yin!

Every Zhonghua Taiyi is not an ordinary person. They are all born with the seeds of Taoist ancestors. Therefore, when they are in the same realm, who will be worse than the other?

Zhou Yi condensed the "must win" Emperor Ruyi, and Tai Cang also had his own treasure "Taicang Seal".

Sonorous!

Sparks flew everywhere.

Two multiverse-level treasures collided, and the sparks that exploded transformed into a world of billions of fires, and were then submerged in nothingness.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Zhou Yi's eyes were cold and he kept swinging at Di Ruyi towards Tai Cang.

Tai Cang Seal is like a turtle shell, protecting Tai Cang firmly, so that even if Di Ruyi is sure to hit, he cannot hurt Tai Cang.

Instead, in this continuous extreme collision.

"Click".

All the ultimate weapons of the two had cracks.

Since practicing, Zhou Yi's weapons have never been cracked.

This is the first time.

Too pale.

Another self.

One of the many bodies of Taiyi.

Not losing to himself in everything made Zhou Yi recall the difficulty of fighting Wushuang.

He can condescendingly catch many weak selves, but facing himself with dysmenorrhea, he has the same fate and the same talent.

The real thing is yourself in the mirror.

Just another self.

There are more and more cracks on the two weapons.
To be continued...