Chronicles of Heaven Chapter 1127: Yongchang
The day when Wu Tie gave up his life and suppressed the gods, Yumu Continent was regarded as the first day of the first year of the "Magic Falling Calendar".
In the first year of the Falling Magic Era, Chi You worshipped and entered the Martial State.
Ji Hongde, who led the powerful saints under his command, brazenly took refuge in the gods.
The shepherd leads the army, and Ji Hongde is the commander. The high level of the gods is in chaos, and the wisdom gods hides the deep ancient sacred surprise, and unifies the gods with tyrannical strength. The shepherd's army and the army of the gods joined forces to fight with the human race in blood.
The human race is divided into two parts. Above the Mu Continent, the Wu Kingdom administers 70% of the territory, and battles continue with the allied forces of the gods and human races belonging to Ji Hongde.
The fall of the magic calendar is 18,000 years, and the white pheasant enters the mixed element.
After three thousand years, Pei Feng and Crested Ibis broke into Hunyuan.
For another six thousand years, witch gold, witch silver, witch bronze, and even witch wars, wamu, and 98 elders of the witch clan broke into the mixed element.
The human race counterattacked, and Ji Hongde led the alliance of the gods to retreat.
Most of the Terran warriors under Ji Hongde's command, anyway, only a group of stubbornly close to the gods, with Ji Hongde and the allied forces of the gods
The descending demonic calendar is 27,000 years, the human race is unified, and all the people of the Wu Kingdom.
Pei Feng decreed that the human bloodline was named ‘Yanhuang’, the clan’s name was ‘Hua Xia’, the emperors Xi and Wa were the ancestors, and the three emperors and five emperors were the sage emperors of the human race.
During this period, Mu Continent swallowed the Chaos tide of the Great Meng as much as possible. Every 100 years, Mu Continent doubled in size!
For more than 20,000 years, the size of Mu Continent has swelled to an incredible degree!
The Mu Continent has grown wildly, and the foundation of the world has become extremely rich.
The vast ocean can conceive the dragon.
So, in June 49,793 of the Falling Demonic Calendar, Pei Feng worshipped the heaven and the earth, won the blessings of the heaven and the earth, won the prayers of hundreds of thousands of people, broke through the heavens in one step, and realized the magic of the derivation of the road. Immortal.
For another three years, the silver pheasant entered immortality.
For another six years, under the scolding of Pei Feng and the white phoenix, the drunk crested ibis fished for the moon on the lake surface, causing the volatility of the heaven and earth avenue, and in the strangest state ever, it was confused and broken into immortality.
Forty-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years in the Falling Magic Calendar.
In the old Xigu land, the eighteen immortals of the human race lined up and stood high in the sky.
Pei Feng, White Pheasant, Crested Ibis.
Witch War, Wam, Witch Gold, Witch Silver, Witch Bronze.
Lao Tie, Xiahou Wuming, Chi You.
Wudashan, Wudahai, Wudahe, and the other four children of Wutie.
Eighteen immortals, shining with the light of the faint avenue, stood quietly in the sky. They are either Wu Tie's wife or son, or his parents, brothers, or people who have deep friendship with him like Lao Tie and Xiahou Wuming.
There is only one Chi You, who represents the Jiuli Tribe, and represents the high-level people of the human race in the past.
The world is not fair?
Or it's fair!
Wu Tie, with his own harmony, reversed the decline in desperate situation, and forced the human race and Mu Continent out of the abyss that was completely occupied. These results should be something that should be taken for granted and should be a natural response to others.
Eighteen immortals.
Three thousand eight hundred mixed yuan.
More than one hundred thousand saints.
There are countless other quasi-sages and powerful masters.
All kinds of Lingbao hovered high in the sky, and a terrifying large array shrouded the world.
Pei Feng had a black suit and black armor, holding a long spear surrounded by demon flames, and blasted a heavy shot against the surface of the aura-filled sea.
Void shaking.
Countless purple and golden chains criss-crossed, quietly appearing in the sky.
In the place where the purple and gold chains intertwined, a number of void shrines, which were taller than they were nearly 50,000 years ago, appeared quietly. A great avatar condensed by Wutie sits quietly in the huge shrine, silent and silent, like a zombie.
"Wake up!" Pei Feng yelled.
The white pheasant and the crested ibis clenched their hands together, and an incredible force of good fortune rose to the sky, quickly covering the entire continent of Mu.
The will of the world in Mu Continent has moved.
The ocean has set off a huge wave, and a terrifying breath rushes out from the depths of the earth.
Wu Tie's consciousness scattered between heaven and earth, like faint fireflies, gently gushing out from all directions.
In every drop of water, every grain of sand, every piece of soil, every leaf, every branch, and every cloud in Mu Continent, there is a very slight gloomy light rippling out. Wutie's breath filled the world.
Weak, but everywhere.
Every little light is so weak that the wind can blow it out.
But countless points of this kind of dark light fill the world, the total amount is comparable to the sands of the Ganges. When countless such lights gather together, the total energy they possess is far more than that of nearly 50,000 years ago when Wu Tie dispersed his body and merged with spirits and souls. The innate soul of the time was a thousand times stronger, ten thousand times stronger.
The Mu Continent is growing, and the bit of Wutie's innate soul that merges with the Mu Continent is also growing crazily.
Countless dots of faint light floated quietly in the void.
Wu Tie's subtle voice turned into wisps of gentle wind, which rang in the ears of everyone in the entire Mu Continent.
"How long has it been?"
Pei Feng, White Pheasant, and Crested Ibis trembled.
Before others could say anything, Wamu cried out with a ‘wow’: "It’s been a long time, a long time, Xiaotie... it’s been fifty thousand years..."
Fifty thousand years...For the patriarchs and elders of the human race people, especially those old monsters who have reincarnated time and time again, fifty thousand years may be just a time for them to take a nap.
But for the Wutie family...when Wutie joined the Dao, he was not a hundred years old.
Fifty thousand years is too long for the Wutie family.
Especially in these fifty thousand years, most of the time was wars and blood on the ground. In the long fifty thousand years, everyone has been desperately working for fifty thousand years!
The eighteen immortals of the human race today are unwilling to look back for fifty thousand years.
"Oh, it's been fifty thousand years! I can always feel you...but, confused, unexpectedly, it's fifty thousand years." Wu Tie's voice was very soft, but full of inexplicable pressure.
It feels like the whole world immerses you in it at the same time.
It's as if you are a little ant, gently pinched at your fingertips by a giant with a height of one trillion li.
Even if you know that he won't hurt you, but you just can't help feeling fear, feeling scared, and then the body and soul, and at the same time bear the incredible and unreasonable tremendous pressure.
That is the crushing from the life level.
Countless weak lights began to converge over the original Xigu continent.
"I feel it, very good. Eighteen immortals, so many Hunyuan... Then, they should also be punished." Wu Tie's laughter came from afar: "But, the world of Mu Continent In the universe, when there is a country, the government will always sort out the affairs of heaven and earth."
"Just like the erection of the heaven on that day, when the heavenly deity, the emperor, the heavenly king, the heavenly officials, and the gods of the heavens govern the avenue and maintain the operation of the heaven and earth."
"In this void, every shrine is a god."
"The Hall of Officials of the State of Martial Arts, Hall of Rite, a quick count of the merits and demerits of the Manchu dynasty's civil and martial arts over the years, according to the amount of merit, the gods, and the right position!"
In all directions of Mu Continent, a stream of incomparably pure chaotic air whizzed out, and the terrifying tidal fluctuations shook the Mu Continent trembling slightly. Above everyone's head, a huge and incomparable chaotic body was rapidly condensing, and countless extremely slight gloomy lights gathered from all directions and quickly merged into this huge chaotic body almost the size of a half-million continent.
The former Celestial Battle Star slowly rose from below the surface of the sea.
Four fierce sword lights that were more than ten thousand times more powerful roared out, spinning rapidly around the Celestial Battle Star.
In the Celestial Battle Star, the weak voice of the ancestor of the earth came: "King Wu, we can talk...We think we should talk carefully!"
"Tan? Tan-you-old-mother!" Lao Tie's eyes lighted up, his hands were rubbed together, and chaotic air currents rushed in, and quickly condensed into a white, miserable, shiny tiger in his hand. Head spear.
He roared: "Brothers, kill!"
……
In the void, the avenue trembles, and immeasurable blood is pouring down like a torrential rain.
The gods who were suppressed by Wu Tie sacrificed himself in those days, so all of them fell, and none of them survived!
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Fifty-eight years in the Falling Magic Calendar.
Outside Mu Continent, in the immeasurable Hongmeng Chaos, a Tianjing battle star and 300,000 giant slaughter boats are tightly connected by chains.
Wu Tie stood with his back on his back, standing on the surface of the Celestial Battle Star, quietly gazing at the endless chaos in front of him.
Pei Feng, White Pheasant, Crested Ibis, Lao Tie, Xiahou Wuming, Chi You, Wu Jin, Wu Yin, Wu Bronze, standing behind Wu Tie with a smile.
In the Celestial Battle Star, within the Slaughter Shenzhou, various resources are piled up like a mountain, and countless human elites are gearing up, each of them flushed with excitement, and can't help but hiss.
There are countless giant soldiers curled up, and with extreme compression, the inner space of the Celestial Battle Star is densely packed, and the empty cabin space of the Slaughter Shenzhou is filled.
After more than ten years of enjoying the joy of family relationship, Wu Tie resolutely led the army.
Ahead, in the Chaos of Hongmeng, there is a slight trace of the beacon that only Wu Tie and others can see, firmly and tenaciously shining in the tide of Hongmeng.
"Ji Hongde, doing a good job. He has been stigmatized for these years, but he pointed out the way to the ancestors of the gods." Wu Tie said in a low voice: "Plus Jing Jiu, Aconitum, they are pointing the way, We will be able to fight Huanglong! This is the real fight against Huanglong!"
"We will not allow the gods to recuperate, and in the next few years, they will invade and attack us again."
"No matter how many immortal ancestors in their ancestral land are like the previous three supreme ancestors, sleeping and recuperating, we are going here... to seek peace forever for my human race!"
"It would be better for us to stand in the front and fight with them **** battles than to let them crush the territory and slaughter the land where we have lived for generations."
"The way of heaven has reincarnation, they gave us misfortune back then, we are going back now!"
Four extremely brutal chaotic sword lights soared into the sky, protecting the huge and terrifying fleet, and then the sword lights flashed, and the huge fleet plunged into the boundless Harmony.
On the ground, Wu Zhan and Wamu led Wu Dashan and others, quietly gazing at the sky.
Under the earth, around the Wujia Xiaoshibao where Wutie lived in the past, there are endless streams of people from human tribes who come here~IndoMTL.com~ to burn incense and worship around Xiaoshibao.
On the Wa Island, outside the Wahuang Temple, on huge stone tablets, the names and experiences of the old mothers of the Wa people are clearly carved in seals. The great cauldron in front of each stele is filled with incense, and the power of pious belief has almost condensed into substance.
On the lands, battlefields, and hunting grounds that were once traumatized, countless people of the human race thrived and enjoyed themselves.
In the city, in the villages and towns, in the spacious and bright buildings, the old white-headed men are holding the ruler, shaking their heads and carrying a large group of Mongolian children to endorse literacy.
'At the beginning of man, nature is good at first'...
'Heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, the universe is prehistoric'...
'Zhao Qian Sun Li, Zhou Wu Zheng Wang'...
The rising sun shines all over the earth.
Where there are fireworks, the human race wins Yongchang.
"Kaitianlu", come to an end for now!