"What's going on? Is the storm coming?"

"What a depressing feeling, the sky is thundering, and the natural force is shaking, which is a sign of great danger."

"Don't stand stupidly. It might be that the bird king is coming. Hide in the basement..."

The celestial phenomena changed and the rumbling thunder alarmed the residents of the town.

Many people walked to the street and looked up at the sky. They saw the sea of ​​clouds shaking in the sky, hurricanes howling, and thousands of torrents of force hang like silver snakes and thunder, forming the shape of an inverted pyramid, gathering a little above the town.

Such an amazing vision made everyone shudder.

Ordinary residents had no idea what was going on, and they were afraid and trembling.

The extraordinary people in the town were not much better. They felt the terrifying aura like the doomsday disaster that enveloped the town, and they were a little panicked.

When a saint is strong enough, his every move can resonate with the Force and cause a large-scale celestial change.

However, usually only a king-level strongman can have such a momentum comparable to the power of heaven.

The residents of the town have never seen such a scene, and they regard it as a terrible evil thing, a sign of the devil's birth, and are very scared.

Whoosh!

The human-headed dog Hal was surrounded by a green force gust, and it flew into the town like a flash, with a ghost shadow next to him.

Hal stood on an eaves, looking up at the sky, and said with a serious expression:

"Is there really someone who wants to be promoted to a king? No, it's a little wrong, it feels a bit bad."

Compared with the amazing momentum caused by Vice President Kirk when he was promoted to king twenty years ago, the mysterious strong man in Mara Town was a little less powerful.

Next to him, a shadow condensed into Chris's appearance. His baby's face was a little surprised and said:

"It's not right. It has the resonance of the Force of Heaven and Earth, but there is no domain phantom or holy body totem projection to cover the sky, and it feels like... half-baked."

If it was the half-step monarch, the mysterious strong man in the town was a little too strong again.

None of the old median saints at the association headquarters have such power. Even the vice president "White Death" Kirk was not as powerful as the mysterious strongman in the town before his breakthrough.

Hal scratched his head, puzzled and muttered:

"There is no special vision, it's not that someone is promoted to a king, nor that there is no battle... Could it be that some powerful king is deliberately showing off here?"

Chris: "…"

(゜中゜)

Not so.

This is like a billionaire running to the countryside to show off his wealth, and it hurts so much.

Hal looked at the tavern on the side of the town and asked, "Do we want to go over and take a look?"

That location is the center of the mutation.

The huge natural force free from the sky formed a shining stream of light like tens of millions of threads, densely packed, gathering into a huge silver waterfall that rushes down, flooding and obscuring that area.

"It's better not to get close to you."

Chris's baby face had a tense expression and hesitant tone, "This person is too strong. If you were misunderstood, you want to interfere with him, that would be dangerous."

If someone is holding some kind of promotion ceremony, it is a taboo to walk over like this.

If they accidentally interfere with others, they may be killed immediately.

As the top genius of the young generation of the Witch Hunter Association, he and Hal were given special care and had no shortage of life-saving cards. They could escape safely even in the face of the attack of the Prince of Darkness.

But encountering a king-level strongman is still very dangerous.

Faced with such strong people, they may be killed instantly without reacting, or it is useless to take out their trump card.

Hal wanted to say something else, the compass in his hand trembled, and the dark golden pointer pointed to the side of the town, directly above the tavern.

He suddenly widened his eyes and said in a daze:

"That person seems to be from our association! It's not...Ren?"

“…”

Chris looked confused.

The mysterious powerful man who is suspected to be a king is actually Renne?

"This... he probably isn't that strong yet. Maybe it's an old senior." Chris said uncertainly.

The compass pointed at that point, indicating that the other party had a high-level token from the Witch Hunter Association.

But it remains to be seen who it is.

"I don't think it's possible."

Hal calmed down and nodded, "Well, it should be some low-key and hidden senior demon hunter."

Renn defeated Arrest Jr., but based on the information collected, he won't be easy. Among the median saints, it is a medium-sized level, not even a half-step monarch.

Even if he harvested a large amount of resources in the secret realm, he could reach the level of Thunder Sword Saint at most...

Hal was thinking this way, suddenly his eyes widened and his chin almost fell to the ground.

"He...it's him!!"

Above the tavern, the torrent of the Force was rushing and falling, like countless silver raindrops intertwined. Suddenly, accompanied by a sound of space shock, the surging Force light flow spread to both sides. A young man with black hair and blue eyes sat cross-legged in the air, sucking and spitting the force of the void in a crazy way.

Many people have read the face of this young man in the newspaper.

"Hey, look, isn't that Faroland Sword Saint!"

"It turns out that he is the unknown evil thing that causes the celestial phenomena to change... Wow, it is the sword saint who is practicing. Look at you, you guess what you are randomly guessing, it is rare and weird." A superb man quickly changed his words when he was halfway through his words.

Judging from the momentum of this person's cultivation, he can't afford to offend him.

Everyone: "..."

Just now, you said it was a sign of great danger.

"It turns out that he is hiding here. Many people are looking for him recently." Someone muttered.

The Farrowland Sword Saint has become famous recently. As a survivor of the blood sacrifice incident in the Hundred Flowers Secret Realm, the holder of the famous gun, and the owner of the ancient corpse, I don’t know how many people are looking for him.

Even the Feuerbach family of the Imperial royal family posted a search notice.

Anyone who can provide clues can receive generous rewards.

Unfortunately, the Faroland Sword Saint himself jumped out now, and no one could get the reward.

Ren ignored the comments below, sat cross-legged at a height of 100 meters, and used all his strength to activate the Demon-Slaying Technique, pulling the huge flow of force that rushed down into his body. Sixty or seventy thousand acupoints in his body suddenly shone and vibrated.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The acupoints are like vortexes of the galaxy abyss, swallowing and spitting out the chaotic and violent natural force, constantly shaking and crushing away the impurities in it, and finally turning into wisps of pure energy and blending into the body, intertwining with the blood and energy in the body, penetrated into cells, and strengthening his immortal golden body bit by bit.

And in his domain space, the world tree planted in the wilderness had grown to ten meters high.

During this period, it absorbed too much nutrients, almost every day.

The ten-meter-high world tree has left its juvenile stage and has revealed more magical features.

Its branches are crystal green and a little dreamy, as if they extend directly into the spatial structure. The leaves have many brilliances such as green, red, blue, yellow, black, and white intertwined, and the forces are mixed and sublimated, just like the fusion of light and darkness and the four elements, and finally formed thousands of chaotic force mist.

The World Tree is bathed in the chaotic force and stands in the wilderness, just like the pillars supporting the sky. It is not particularly tall, but has a strong sense of existence.

The next moment, its branches danced, and the Chaos Force swept through the wilderness filled with weapons like a hurricane, penetrated the space and poured into the sea of ​​stars below.

Feedback has begun.

Renn groaned and began to meditate on swordsmanship, suppressing the comforting feeling that seemed to come from the depths of his soul and from the roots of his bloodline.

That's right, it's so cool.

The evolution of life, the transformation and sublimation of the soul, and the pleasure brought by it is simply indescribable.

Absorbing the origin of chaos released by the World Tree, many acupoints in his body emitted a burst sound, and the lights like star grains shone brightly, expanding and rotating like a galaxy abyss, evolving and expanding, and finally forming a vast human universe.

The thousands of galaxies in the small universe of Star Sea are surging and intertwined, expanding several times.

The field "Sea of ​​Stars" began to advance and expand, from level 27 to level 28 to level 29, and finally slowly reached level 30.

Renn was bathed in divine light, closed his eyes and looked inside, and saw the stars rushing in his limbs and bones, as if there were star maps changing in the flesh and blood cells, mysterious and abnormal.

The scrubbing of the Chaos Force soaks every inch of flesh and blood and every cell.

The bones in his body turned golden, and the red in his blood gradually faded away, turning golden, and finally almost completely turned into magical golden blood, with only traces of blood red remaining.

The golden holy blood flowed between the blood vessels of the limbs and bones, making a tsunami-like sound. The blood and energy swam like countless golden dragons, making Renne's skin shine with golden light...

The Holy Body is strengthened again, from level 30 to peak at level 30.

After half an hour, it's over.

Ren opened his eyes, his blue eyes as clear as the sky, his body was spotless, and his power breath was restrained.

The vision in the sky disappeared and everything returned to normal.

He landed on the roof, stretched lazily, smiling. Although his strength has improved, there is no pressure or momentum on his body, but instead gives people a soft feeling like spring breeze.

This is probably a return to nature to some extent.
To be continued...