World of Immortals

Xiao Chen was standing in the sky above Kyushu, when the family heirloom purple jade bracelet suddenly burst open, and the golden light suddenly appeared, rushing into the water of the Yellow River below, the Yellow River roared like a dragon dancing.

After the Yellow River rushed into the East China Sea, endless golden light condensed in the vast sea. It was the Ancestral Dragon Ball that collapsed in the sea at the beginning, gathering towards Long Island from all directions.

Up to now, giant cities, deep valleys, deserts, and beautiful mountains that have crossed borders have gradually appeared overseas, and the only Dragon Island that has not really emerged is also descending at this moment.

Ten thousand dragons roared, and Dragon Island was unsealed.

All the huge shadows that crossed the border really descended on the human world. At this moment, the human world seemed to be enlarged a lot. Many regions that had never been seen appeared overseas, and some places were even connected to Kyushu.

At this moment, the aura is overwhelming, not only in Kyushu, but also in the farther west. The previous seal is loosened at this moment, and the aura fills the world, recreating the scene of a holy place for human cultivation in ancient times.

At the same time, the nine long-burning ancient lamps in the sky gathered together quickly, and then rushed towards Yongzhou together.

A huge stone tablet appeared in the sky, standing there like a huge mountain, with clouds and mist surging, it was impossible for people on the ground to see it.

Xiao Chen came to this place as if summoned, and he recognized that it was the ancient stele of the Yellow River. He felt the vicissitudes of the years, as if thousands of years had condensed in front of his eyes, and then flew by.

Heart throbbing, words difficult to express, standing silently, staring at the stele, finally Xiao Chen saw the stele getting weaker and weaker, and then completely disappeared in the world.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a change coming from the direction of Yongzhou. The sky monument above the dead city seemed to be rising into the sky and was about to go away.

Sure enough, a moment later, a huge Hetian monument rushed to the highest point in Kyushu, standing in front of Xiao Chen, and it was about to disappear.

The strong wind blew, and it rained flowers in the sky.

A moment later, a middle-aged literati wearing a gossip map, feather fan and scarf, elegant and elegant, came on the cloud.

Xiao Chen recognized that this was the fortune teller who had met in the imperial capital.

He went straight to Xiao Chen and said, "I'm here to see you off, so go all the way well. Now go to the dead city to recruit heroic spirits, and a hundred thousand dead troops will destroy false gods."

Xiao Chen didn't say anything, but he already knew who the person in front of him was, and the only one who wore Houtian gossip was King Wen of Zhou in ancient times.

Fuxi created Xiantian Yi, also called Xiantian Bagua; Shennong created Lianshan Yi, also called Lianshan Bagua; Xuanyuan created Guizang Yi, also called Guizang Bagua.

Zhou Wen Wang Jichang summed up the experience of the predecessors and created the sixty-four hexagrams of the Zhouyi. In terms of calculation ability, except for the ancestor gods, few people in the world can compare with others.

"Is there any wish left?"

Xiao Chen shook his head and said nothing. Seeing the stele slowly disappearing in the sky, he felt a powerful force sweeping from the direction of Yongzhou, as if calling him to go.

"boom!"

In the distant East China Sea, the Zhan Clan erupted with a mighty light, and their murderous aura shot straight into the sky, as if they felt that there was a drastic change in the world. And above the dragon island, the roar of the dragon that made the vast sea berserk, the savage dragon awakened and regained its divinity, it was not the new ancestor dragon that lifted the seal of the dragon clan, but the power of the deceased ancestor dragon of the Yellow River.

In all parts of Kyushu and overseas, endless lights burst out from all over the dense land. This is the strong instinctive expression of abnormal heaven and earth. Everyone sensed a destructive atmosphere erupting in the direction of Yongzhou.

Bright red blood oozes from Xiao Chen's forehead, and the magic pattern in the center dances, and then opens up a dark space. The dead city is shrouded in black mist, showing a hazy phantom, which seems to be in front.

He stepped forward, disappeared into the sky in an instant, and the land of Kyushu trembled.

The next moment, Xiao Chen appeared on the wall of the dead city, and the world seemed to be plunged into darkness, as if a huge black sky covered everything, and he couldn't see his fingers.

The nine ancient lamps were always on, and descended from the sky, settling on the sky above the dead city, vaguely reflecting the giant city surging with black mist, looking a bit eerie.

The clouds and mist surged, and there was a riot in the dead city. All the buildings were shaking, and it seemed that there were prisoners in every room trying to escape.

As for the street, there are already dense shadows, and it seems that there are endless gods of death walking around. There are also many huge monsters walking heavy steps. Through the faint lights, one can see that the mountain-like shadow scale armor is extremely dense, and it turns out to be wild dragons and various giant beasts that have never been heard or seen before.

And the center of the dead city seems to have a terrifying demonic nature, a black light shoots straight into the sky, and there are huge waves, and the bell is ringing, the death knell is ringing.

That's where the Tianbei suppressed. Obviously, the black light came from the magic well, which is the so-called "devil abyss".

The bell rang between heaven and earth, the land of Kyushu was trembling, and all the powerful people in the world were panicked.

The sky and the earth shook, as if the ages of the ages were repeating itself in the present, and many phantoms reappeared in the world.

The giant standing between the heaven and the earth splits the lonely ignorance, and the world glows with the hope of life. He is the backbone of the earth. The ancestors struggled in the wilderness, threw their heads and sprinkled blood, continued the hope of life, cut thorns, opened up the road, stepped forward, flesh and blood immersed in the mud, like a mountain of bones, leading to the bright front...

Ancient ballads sounded in the distance, and the sad song of weeping blood resounded throughout Kyushu.

"That broken mountain is the backbone of heaven and earth,

The dry and hard yellow mud is the blood plasma of the earth,

The mountain of bones is the sadness of the ancestors.

Thousands of years later, the qin and cymbals sing harmoniously, and the silk and bamboo are melodious, praising the eternal prosperity of the holy avenue.

Who else remembers that the Suiren clan lit up the future of the human race.

How can we forget that Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs and buried his bones in a foreign land.

Does anyone else know that Nuwa wept blood to repair the sky, and used the essence of flesh and blood to continue the prosperity of our human race.

In the prosperous age of joy, the avenue is on the top, and an illusory divine comedy will bury the ancestors' achievements for thousands of years.

All living beings are like ants, the avenue is ahead, and harmony is always singing, without mentioning Yan and Huang.

Inexplicably sad.

The majestic palace, the majestic palace, the false gods in front of the column, the sadness of the ancestors, the small tablets have long been forgotten, and there is no place to put the half-foot god.

Can you remember a name called Yanhuang?

The hope of your ancestors runs in your blood.

Just talk about the avenue and harmony, and the national spirit is buried.

The blood of the sky, the spirit of the earth, the battle between yin and yang, weeping blood Xuanhuang.

Can the blood and tears of your ancestors touch your heart of stone? "

One after another pictures emerged in the world, and the ancient ballads were interrupted and continued, like heaven and earth weeping blood.

Standing on top of the dead city, Xiao Chen unconsciously burst into tears, muttering to himself: "Do you remember that there is a name named Yanhuang, the hope of your ancestors flows in your blood..."

The eight kinds of heavenly sounds in the yellow mud platform rang together, vibrating from the acupuncture point space, carrying Xiao Chen into the dead city. Nine magic lamps in the sky swooped down, surrounded him, and the bright light went straight to Xiaohan.

"Boom..."

The dead city was shaking, and the 100,000 dead army was roaring, shaking Kyushu.

In the majestic giant city, all the streets are shimmering with cold light. Although the ancient battle armor has been covered with dust, the momentum of the warrior is still there, wielding the rusty and mottled ancient bronze soldiers, and the killing spirit is condensed on all the ancient streets.

This is a real strong man who was once lost in the dead city, but at this moment he seems to have forgotten everything before and became a member of the army of the dead.

Far away, Zhou Wen Wang Ling Jichang listened to the ancient ballad, with tears streaming down his face, he said: "Endless years ago, yin and yang reversed, the real world was seriously injured, and the ancestors left their hometown sadly. The dead city reappeared, this time it will be reversed, and the dead will be illusory."

The dead city is no longer silent, as if it has been revived. Although the clouds and fog are deeply locked, the endless battle shadow can still be seen walking.

The black light rushed to the sky, and the magic well in the center of the dead city erupted. This is a bottomless abyss, which seems to have endless magic power, and a terrible spiritual song is heard.

The death knell rang across the earth, and all the half-ancestors were called to death.

"original……"

"Tongtian..."

"Sun God..."

"White Tiger..."

...

The sound of the bell shook the world. Although they didn't really make a real shout, many half-ancestors felt that they were being summoned by a voice.

At this moment, not only the world of human beings is in turmoil, but also the world of longevity and comprehension. What's more, the world seems to be torn apart.

The so-called all illusions will cease to exist, and they are far from real. Except for the human world, how many circles will be left in the end?

An irresistible force surged up from the magic well of the dead city, forcibly summoning the White Tiger Holy Emperor, the Three Infant Holy King, and the Sun God.

Yuanyuan, Tongtian, Zhunti, etc. did not resist, and they all came in response to the call, because this is their only chance. At this moment, many half-ancestors join forces to fight, and there may be hope.

The White Tiger Sacred Emperor and the Sun Sacred God were the first to rush forward, without saying a word, they shot at Xiao Chen in the sky outside the dead city.

A round of sun erupted with radiant rays and struck towards Xiao Chen, and the sky-covering mantras fell down, covering Xiao Chen.

Huangnitai's black and yellow were so angry that they blocked all the attacks, but they couldn't hurt Xiao Chen in the slightest.

Of course, this is just the beginning, the bridge of death that reaches the sky has emerged, and another half-ancestor has descended.

The huge dead bridge fell from the sky, colliding with Xiao Chen and Huangnitai. Of course it was impossible to hit it, but the real target of the ancient stone bridge was the magic well, and it crashed straight down.

"boom"

Yongzhou shook, as if the crater had exploded. The majestic energy from the magic well rushed out violently. The dead bridge that reached the sky was naturally shaken away, and endless clouds and mist were surging.

The nine ancient lamps swayed brilliantly, and Xiao Chen clearly saw a figure being shaken out of the abyss. His burly body had already stiffened, and he fell straight and straight in the open space beside the magic well.

"Youchao!"

There was a scream in the sky, and the half-ancestor recognized the identity of the corpse.

Lost in the abyss for endless years, now seeing the sun again, the ancestor god has long since fallen.

Before the illusory half-ancestor was destroyed, the real corpse of the ancestor god appeared first. This is not a sign.

Yuan Kong, King Wen of Zhou frowned and said, "How could this be? Are there still living ancestor gods? Even if they survived, are they still there?"

In a short while, more than a dozen people from the Banzu had arrived, and they all stared at Youchao's body. Then with a cry, they all rushed over, wanting to grab it.

"The dry and hard yellow mud is the blood of the earth, and the mountain of bones is the sorrow of the ancestors. Thousands of years later, the zither and the strings and bamboos are melodious, praising the eternal prosperity of the most holy road. Who else remembers..."

The ancient song sounded, and blood and tears rolled down the face of the stiff Youchao's body, and then exploded with a bang, the broken flesh and blood rushed to the yellow mud platform, condensed on it, and turned into yellow mud.

Xiao Chen has never felt so heavy like today, the unspeakable depression made him feel like crying, he murmured: "Can the blood and tears of the ancestors touch your hard-hearted heart?"

At this moment, the broken stone man in Xiao Chen's body seemed to be awakened by the ancient ballad, woke up from the cross-legged state, and stood up!

Xiao Chen's limbs made crackling sounds, and the broken stone man merged with him from the inside out, his arms and legs were completely petrified, and the four swords jumped out of the acupoint space autonomously, bursting out a soaring sword glow!