"You, these, the cheap ones!" Pan Yu grabbed a black spine and was assembling his body. Suddenly, he felt countless rapid and powerful auras.

Not only is it powerful, but it also has a kind of escape, a kind of separation, and an uncontrollable one.

These Yu tribe saints from the colonial world realized that what they merged was not the original way of Panyu world, nor the supreme road represented by the three-day and nine-day split from Panyu's body, but the avenues of other worlds they conquered.

The aura of the Tao in the other world was like a tide, washing away the bodies and souls of these Yu nobles over and over again, and gradually washing away the imprints left by Pan Yu in their bloodlines to become dim and weak. Gradually, many of them had their eyes shattered with their eyebrows and eyes, and their appearance had undergone some strange changes at the same time.

For example, Yu Hu, he comes from the Pan-Wan world, a world where metal creatures have an absolute advantage. After Yu Hu's eyes dissipated, his connection with the local Pan-Wan suddenly disappeared. His skin gradually covered with a layer of metallic cold light, and his internal organs began to gradually metalize, and his physical strength was rapidly increasing.

An unprecedented sense of ease and pleasure arises in the hearts of Yu Hu and others. Their realm and strength are rapidly increasing. With the help of the prayer and altar, the process of their breakthrough in the holy realm is the process of their complete integration with the colonial worlds.

If Panyu World is a tank of black and dirty ink, those colonial worlds are springs of different colors. Yu Hu and the others are drops of black ink from Panyu World. No matter where they are, their breath is connected to Panyu World.

At this moment, their breath was changing rapidly, and they merged into the spring water. They gradually changed from dark and dirty ink to various spring waters that were just like those colonial worlds.

"Interesting cunts!" Pan Yu smiled 'hehe'. He put the spine in his hand back into his body indifferently, and then pinched his fingers to calculate: "There is still a piece of leg bone that has not been taken back? Well, it's not a big problem. It's just that it consumes some of the origin of the world and grows back."

"The origin of Pan Yu World is not much left, but the origin of this world is so powerful and so full of vitality." Pan Yu grinned, and the cold light flashed in his eyes, staring at Qi and the altar tense across billions of miles away.

With a "click", the void beside Pan Yu suddenly cracked countless extremely thin cracks. His huge body shook forward slightly, and he stepped forward millions of miles towards Puyang. Wherever his body passed, the void was torn a huge human-shaped corridor. His movements were like a bug sealed in amber suddenly moved, causing huge damage to the amber body.

Another step was taken, and a huge crack was pulled out of the void again. Tens of thousands of floating mountains of all sizes along the way were located on this crack. All the floating peaks disappeared and were swallowed by Pan Yu's body.

"Every stone in this world contains such a powerful origin. Compared with the Panyu world, that broken world cannot be squeezed out at all, and he should have been destroyed long ago."

Pan Yu murmured in a low voice, approaching Puyang step by step, towards the colonial saints who were rapidly breaking through on the altar.

"You are from me, and you should return to me after all. You recite the name of the three-day and nine-month month, but they cannot help you." A twelve-colored light ball lit up in Pan Yu's chest. Three big suns, nine full moons spin rapidly in his chest. The light of the three-day and nine-month month shines, but all the light and heat were completely swallowed by Pan Yu's body.

"In order not to wake me up, they put shackles on you, and that vertical eye allows you to return to their bodies after death... They don't want me to return a little bit of power!" Pan Yu smiled strangely: "But all scheming is useless. You come from me, and nothing about you has to say to me... How can you escape my palm?"

Two slender arms stretched out, and a large area of ​​black mist rose on the black arms. Pan Yu shook his palms in the direction of Puyang, and then he heard the loud "crack" sounds endlessly. The void around Puyang was surging, and an invisible, outrageously powerful force crushed Puyang.

The plains around Puyang were cracked one by one, stretching billions of miles, and the unfathomable rift valley was ripped apart by invisible huge force, trying to uproot the entire Puyang from the ground and then knead it into a mud ball.

"It's time for us to take action!" Fuxi emitted a bright golden light throughout his body. He smiled and said, "I have been worshipped by the human race for countless years, and have obtained the infinite merits of the human race. I have achieved the human race saints through the way of prayer. Now it's time for us to take action!"

"In this world, the human race will never be a chess piece that can be controlled by others!" Shennong rushed out with a simple giant four-sided tripod, and a brilliant golden light also gushed out of his body: "Maybe it was...but it will not be in the future!"

"Why do you think it's so complicated?" Xuanyuan Holy Emperor let out a long roar. A vast army spirit surged out from behind him, and an endless sword light soared into the sky: "In a word, no one will think of riding on the heads of our human race in the future... The sky cannot do it, the earth cannot do it, all the ghosts and gods in the world cannot do it! Whoever does not accept it, kill it!"

Dozens of human genocides with golden light rolling across the body rushed into the sky. They lined up in a row, looking at Pan Yu step by step with graceful expressions. The golden light beside them swelled up, suppressing the void, forcibly healing the rift valleys on the plains around Puyang one by one.

"Si Wenming!" Fuxi turned around and shouted at Si Wenming.

"Yes!" Si Wenming pressed his left hand on the hilt of the Xuanyuan Sword at his waist, and walked up to the stairs of the altar step by step, step by step to the top of the five-color altar. He bowed his hands solemnly, then raised his chest and shouted loudly: "From now on, there will be no clans in the human race, and the tribes will be divided into one... The human race will eventually be one, and its name is... "Xia"!"

With the exit of the word "Xia", a long wind blew up over the Pangumu Continent.

The sacrificial fires on the altars of the clans' ancestral temples suddenly rushed dozens of feet high, and the ancestral temples of those big clans soared into the sky like a volcano eruption. Around the Puyang altar, countless clans and tribe leaders bowed their heads and knelt down to the altar, so the sacrificial fires on the altars of the clans' ancestral temples became more and more fierce and brilliant.

The invisible power of luck, originally scattered soldiers and brave men separated from the major clans of the human race, and the power of luck of the major tribes quickly gathered towards Puyang, quickly gathered on the altar of Qibing, and gathered on Si Wenming.

In the end, a grand fortune that stretched for billions of miles and entangled the entire Pangumu Continent for three circles soared into the sky, shattering countless gusts of wind and clouds, sank into the prehistoric starry sky, shaking the entire starry sky, and countless stars rolled violently.
Chapter completed!