Gao Wu: Traveling through the heavens in dreams, a professional rebel!

Chapter 199: Countries were destroyed like waves, tribes were slaughtered and races were exterminated, and another alien race in the dream world was wiped out.

Young people are like burning flames, full of passion and vitality.

Whether in the wild or in a quiet courtyard, they are agile and quick in movements, punching and kicking, creating gusts of breeze.

After a long time, sweat was glistening on his forehead.

In addition, the lovely children, like a group of lively elves, carefully explored the mysteries of the Star Power Body Training Technique under the warm gaze of their parents.

Their eyes are bright and clear, full of curiosity about the unknown.

The little fists were clenched tightly, trying hard to imitate the adults' actions.

In the school, the sound of reading and the atmosphere of cultivation are intertwined.

The children sat at their desks, listening attentively to the teacher's teachings.

Sometimes frowning in thought, sometimes smiling, swimming in the ocean of knowledge and power, weaving splendid dreams for the future.

The market is bustling with activity.

In the midst of their busy schedules, the vendors would not forget to find a quiet corner, sit cross-legged, and practice in silence.

Every face is filled with hope for life, as if they can find inner peace and strength through this practice.
The items were neatly arranged on the stalls, and the mind gradually became stronger through practice.

In the fields, farmers lie on the green grass after hard work.

Look up at the blue sky and white clouds, feel the breath of nature, and slowly practice the Star Power Body Training Technique.

The breeze blows, and the wheat waves rise and fall.

The entire Wu Dynasty was immersed in the craze of practicing the Star Power and Body Training Technique.

Like a raging torrent, it swept through every corner, allowing everyone to find their own position and value in this feast of power.

At the same moment, the foreign races abroad seemed to be trapped in an endless dark abyss, living in dire straits.

It was a heartbreaking and tragic picture, with despair looming everywhere.

As time went by, one alien nation after another was crushed to destruction under the cruel fate.

It was as if the bright stars were falling one by one, leaving behind only endless sadness and desolation.

The once prosperous capital is now reduced to ruins, with the broken walls and ruins telling of its past glory and present desolation.

Countless corpses of alien races, like dead leaves swept by the autumn wind, are scattered all over the world in the dreamland.

Some lie in the desolate wilderness, some are buried under the ruined city walls, and some drift away along the river.

The pale face and stiff limbs all indicate the fragility of life and the cruelty of fate.

The wind was howling, as if weeping for these innocent lives.

The earth is silent, yet it carries this heavy sorrow.

Every place where corpses are piled up seems like a silent monument, recording the suffering and destruction experienced by the alien races.

Their souls drift in the wind, searching for a place of peace that can never be reached.

Amidst the endless suffering and bloodshed, a large number of alien races died, which also created people in the sect, and strong people emerged like mushrooms after rain.

Nebula realms abound, and figures shine like bright stars in this turbulent sky.

Once upon a time, the Nebula Realm was a martial arts grandmaster that countless people looked up to.

But now, they are as dense as stars, spreading to the point where they are everywhere and are worse than dogs.

The Galaxy Realm, or the state of unity between man and nature in martial arts, was reached by only three people in the past.

Now, it is erupting like a torrent.

The appearance of forty or fifty powerful Galaxy Realm warriors was like a legend coming to the world.

Just a gesture or movement can change the world.

The aura is as vast as the stars, exuding an irresistible sense of oppression at all times.

Moreover, more and more people are making breakthroughs, and their cultivation speed is getting faster and faster.

It was as if there was a mysterious force pushing them forward.

At this moment, the cultivation craze was like a surging wave, sweeping across the entire dream world. However, even so, the people in these sects did not dare to act rashly or challenge Lin Yaozu in advance.

They want to break through to become stronger and more confident before they start to act.

After all, a year and a half ago, outside the imperial palace, the Divine Nun of Cihang Tian Gate was also in the celestial realm.

But at that time, he couldn't even make a move and was killed with a single finger.

Therefore, it is obvious that Lin Yaozu is definitely above the realm of heaven and man. In their view, only by reaching the legendary realm of broken void can there be a chance to eliminate this great demon for the world.

Thus, with an unspoken understanding, in order to seek a higher level, forty or fifty people in the celestial realm all headed towards the west.

In the following period of time, one foreign country after another suddenly fell into unprecedented terror and despair.

The sky seemed to be shrouded in darkness, and those martial arts masters in the heavenly realm and grand masters descended like demons.

Their figures, like unshakable mountains, exude a terrifying pressure.

Everyone's eyes were cold and ruthless, emitting a faint bloodthirsty light.

In a certain western city, there was a powerful celestial being, wearing a black robe, with long hair fluttering in the wind.

He looked at the panicked foreigners below with an expressionless face, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

He slowly raised his hand and shouted softly.

"Ba Quan! Tu Tian!"

In a breath, a terrifying black fist shadow descended and instantly covered the area.

In a flash, countless blond-haired and blue-eyed foreigners screamed in horror.

But in a moment, the sound was drowned out.

The fist shadow disappeared, leaving only corpses on the ground and blood dyeing the earth red.

Another Western city.

A famous grandmaster stood on a high tower, overlooking the entire city.

His eyes were full of disdain and arrogance.

In a flash, he jumped down, swung his sword, and began to kill indiscriminately.

The houses collapsed instantly under the attack, and the foreigners who had no time to dodge were torn into two pieces in an instant.

On an unknown street, a group of foreigners were running desperately, but they didn't know where to escape.

Some young foreigners held their wives and children tightly, their eyes full of fear.

"Oh my god! What should we do? God, save us!"

He cried out in despair.

Not far away, the wife was in tears, hugging her child tightly, her body shaking as she cried and wailed.

"Ahhh! We can't escape! We can't escape! Those are demons! This is the end of the world."

An old foreigner was sitting on the side of the road, looking at the tragic scene before him, his eyes filled with helplessness and sadness, muttering to himself.

"Is this fate? Oh God! Why do you treat us like this?"

"How can there be such an unscientific existence in the world?"

However, the foreigners' despair did not bring any mercy.

Those martial arts masters from the sects continued to slaughter them mercilessly, as if the lives of these aliens were not worth mentioning.

The entire foreign country was plunged into a sea of ​​blood, and the atmosphere of despair filled every corner.

One month... two months... three months... half a year later...

Western countries collapsed one after another, and countless foreigners died.

Under the sect's crazy hunting, it took only about two and a half years before all the alien countries were destroyed one after another.

In fact, 95% of the foreigners were killed completely.

(End of this chapter)