World of Immortals Chapter 344: The blood and tears of the ancestors
Xiao Chen was standing in the sky over Kyushu. The family heirloom purple jade bracelet suddenly burst, and the golden light burst into the Yellow River below. The Yellow River roared like a dragon dancing.
After the Yellow River rushed into the East China Sea, the endless bright golden light condensed in the vast sea. It was the Ancestral Dragon Dragon Ball that was broken into the sea at the beginning, and gathered from all directions towards the Dragon Island.
By now, giant cities, deep valleys, deserts, Lishan, etc. that have crossed borders have gradually appeared overseas, and the only Dragon Island that has not really emerged has also arrived at this moment.
Wan Long roared, and Long Dao was unblocked.
All the huge shadows that came from across the boundary really descended on the human world. At this moment, the human world seemed to be enlarged a lot. Many areas that had never been seen appeared overseas, and some places were even connected to Kyushu.
At this moment, the spiritual energy is overwhelming, not only in Kyushu, but also in the more distant West. At this moment, the former seal is loosened, and the spiritual energy floods the world, recreating the scene of the holy land of human cultivation in the ancient times.
At the same time, nine ancient long Ming lanterns in the sky gathered together quickly, and then rushed towards Yongzhou together.
If Yinruo appears in the sky, a huge stone stele stands there like a huge mountain, the clouds and mist are surging, and it is impossible for people on the earth to see it.
Xiao Chen came here as if he had been called. He recognized that it turned out to be an ancient stele of the Yellow River. He felt the vicissitudes of the years, as if the eternal years had condensed before his eyes, and then flew by. Throbbing, speaking hard, standing silently, staring at the monument, Xiao Chen finally watched the monument become more and more faint, and then completely disappeared between the heaven and the earth.
Immediately afterwards, he felt a change in the direction of Yongzhou, and the sky stele above the dead city seemed to be flying into the sky and was about to go away.
Sure enough, just a moment later. A huge monument of his sky rushed to the highest point of Kyushu, standing in front of Xiao Chen, and it was about to disappear.
The wind blows. There was a rain of flowers in the sky.
After a while, a figure of gossip is worn. Lupin towel. The elegant and elegant middle-aged scribes came from the clouds.
Xiao Chen recognized it. This is the fortune teller who once met in the imperial capital.
He went straight to Xiao Chen. Said: "I'm here to see you off. A good journey. Now go to the dead city to recruit heroes. One hundred thousand dead army destroys false gods."
Xiao Chen didn't say anything. But I already know who this person is. The only person who wears acquired gossip is Zhou Wenwang in ancient times.
Fuxi created Xianyi. Also called Xiantian Bagua; Shennong's creation became Lianshanyi. 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 Zhouyi. In terms of calculation ability, except for the ancestors. Few people in the world can match the others.
"Is there any wish left?
Xiao Chen shook his head and said nothing. Seeing the powerful force of the stone tablets in the sky swept from the direction of Yongzhou, it seemed to be calling him to go.
"Boom!"
In the distant East China Sea, the Zhan Clan burst into light, and his murderous aura went straight to the sky, as if he felt a dramatic change in the world. But the dragon island rises even more, which makes the vast sea violently roar, and the wild dragon awakens and restores its divinity. It was not the new ancestor dragon that lifted the seal of the dragon clan, but the power of the deceased Yellow River ancestor dragon.
Everywhere in Kyushu and overseas, there are endless rays of light rushing into the dense areas. This is the strong instinct for the heavens and the earth. Everyone felt a devastating aura erupting in the direction of Yongzhou.
Xiao Chen's forehead oozes a little bit of bright red blood, and the magic pattern in the center is leaping, and then a dark space is opened. The dead city is enveloped by the black mist, showing a hazy phantom, as if it is just ahead.
He stepped forward and disappeared into the sky in an instant. 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. It was as if a huge black sky curtain covered everything, and he couldn't see his fingers.
Nine ancient lamps will never go out. Landed from the sky, and settled in the sky above the dead city. The shadow of the huge city that was surging in the black mist was vague, and it seemed a bit gloomy and terrifying.
The clouds are surging. There was a riot in the dead city, and the buildings were shaking. It seemed that there were prisoners in each room who wanted to escape.
As for the streets, there are already endless deaths walking around. There are also many behemoths taking heavy steps. Through the faint lights, you can see that the mountain-like shadows and the scales are unusually dense. They turned out to be wild dragons and various unheard of behemoths.
And the center of the dead city seems to have a terrifying magical nature, a black light rushes straight into the sky, revealing huge waves, and the long bell is coming, and the death knell is ringing.
There was exactly where the Tianbei was suppressed, and it was obvious that the black light came from the magic well, which is the so-called "Evil Abyss".
Between the bells ringing in the heavens and the earth, the land of Kyushu is shaking, and the powers in the world are panicked.
The sky and the earth are shaking, as if eternal years are repeating in the present, repeated phantoms reappear in the world.
The giant standing between the heavens 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 were struggling in the wild, throwing their heads and sprinkling blood, continuing the hope of life, cutting thorns, opening up the road, and following the next, the flesh and blood body was immersed in the mud, like the bones of the mountain, leading to the bright front...
The ancient ballads rang in the distance, and the desolate song of weeping blood resounded through Kyushu.
"The broken giant mountain is the backbone of the world,
The dry yellow mud is the plasma of the earth,
The mountain bones are the sadness of our ancestors.
Thousands of years later, the piano and the sound, the melodious silk and bamboo, praised Yongchang, the sacred road.
Who else remembers that the Sui Renshi lighted the way for the human race.
How can I forget that Shennong tasted herbs, and whether anyone knew that Nuwa wept blood to replenish the sky, and let my human race continue to flourish with the essence of flesh and blood.
Song of the prosperous age, the avenue is on the road, and an illusory divine comedy buries the ancestors for thousands of years.
Sentient beings are like ants, the road is in front, and harmony is always sung, without mentioning inflammation and yellow.
Unexplainably heartbroken.
The magnificent palace, the majestic giant palace, and the column of false gods. The ancestors are sad and desolate, the small tablets have long been forgotten, and there is nowhere to put half of the gods.
Do you remember that there was a name called Yanhuang?
The hope of ancestors is flowing in your blood.
Speaking of greatness and harmony, the national spirit is buried.
The blood of the sky, the essence of the earth, the battle between yin and yang, weeping blood and mysterious yellow.
The blood and tears of your ancestors, can you impress your heart of stone? "
Pictures emerge in the world, and the ancient ballads are intermittent. Like the world weeping blood.
Standing on the top of the dead city, Xiao Chen burst into tears before she knew it, and muttered to herself: "Do you remember that there is a name called Yanhuang, and there is hope of ancestors in your blood..." /
The eight heavenly sounds in the Huangnitai sounded in unison, vibrating from the acupoint space, carrying Xiao Chen into the dead city. Nine magic lamps swooped down in the sky, surrounded by him, and the bright rays of light rushed straight to the Xiao Han.
"Boom..."
The dead city is shaking. An army of 100,000 deaths roared, shaking Kyushu.
In the magnificent giant city, all streets and ancient battle armors have been covered in dust, but the vigor of the warriors rests, waving the rusty bronze ancient soldiers, and the spirit of killing condenses on the ancient streets.
This is a real powerhouse who was once lost in the dead city, but at this moment it seems to have forgotten everything he used to be and became a member of the army of death.
Far empty. After listening to the ancient ballad, Ji Chang, the king of Zhou Wen, burst into tears and said: "In the endless years, the yin and yang reversed, the real world was severely wounded, and the ancestors left their homes sadly. The dead city reappeared, this time will be rebelled, and death will be illusory. "
The dead city is no longer silent, as if it has been resurrected, although the clouds and mist are deeply locked. But you can still see the endless war shadow moving.
Wuguang rushes into the sky, and the magic well in the center of the dead city blows out. This is a bottomless abyss. It seems to have endless magic power, and there is a terrible soul-calling song.
The death knell rang through the earth. All half-ancestors were called to death.
"Original..."
"Tongtian..."
"The sun god..."
"White Tiger..."
The long bells shook the world. Although he did not make a real shout. But many half-ancestors felt that they were being called by a voice.
At this moment, not only the human world is in great turmoil. Even the realm of longevity and cultivation are the same, and even one step further, the world seems to be about to fall apart.
The so-called all illusions will cease to exist and are far from real. Except for the human world, irresistible power will rise from the magic well of the city of death, forcibly summoning the white tiger holy emperor, the three infants holy king, and the sun holy god. Come.
Primitive, Tongtian, Zhunti, etc. did not resist, all of them should be summoned, because this is their only opportunity. At this moment, many half ancestors will join forces to contend, and there may be hope.
The White Tiger Sage Emperor and the Sun Sage rushed first, and the two of them didn't say anything, they shot Xiao Chen in the sky far outside the dead city.
A round of sun burst out with radiant rays of light, hitting Xiao Chen, and the sky full of incantations fell down overwhelmingly, covering Xiao Chen.
Huang Nitai Xuanhuang's two auras soared to the sky, blocking all attacks, and didn't let them hurt Xiao Chen.
Of course, this is only the beginning, the dead bridge of the sky emerged, and another half of the ancestors descended.
The huge dead bridge fell from the sky and hit Xiao Chen and Huang Nitai. Of course it was impossible to hit it, but the real goal of the ancient stone bridge was the magic well, and it hit straight down.
"Boom"
Yongzhou shook, as if it had exploded a volcano. The majestic energy in the magic well rushed out, and the Tongtian Dead Bridge was naturally shaken off, and endless clouds and mists were surging.
Nine ancient lamps swayed brilliantly, and Xiao Chen clearly saw a figure shaken out of the abyss. His burly body was already stiff, and he fell straight into the open space beside the magic well.
"There are Chaos!"
There was a cry of exclamation in the sky. There were half-lost abysses and endless years. Today, when the sun is seen again, the ancestors have long been lost.
Before the illusory half-ancestor was destroyed, the real ancestor god's body appeared first. This is not a sign.
In Yuankong, King Zhou Wen frowned and said: "How could this be? Are there any living ancestors? Even if they survive, are they still?"
In a moment~IndoMTL.com~ A dozen people from Banzu have come, and they all stared at the body of Chao's. Then there was a shout, and they all rushed over, trying to grab their hands.
"The dry yellow mud is the plasma of the earth, and the mountain-like bones are the sadness of the ancestors. Thousands of years later, the piano and the sound, the silk and the bamboo melodious, praise the sacred road, Yongchang. Who else remembers..." /
An ancient ballad sounded, the stiff corpse of Chao's, blood and tears rolled down on his face, and then burst into pieces with a boom, the broken flesh and blood rushed to the yellow mud platform, condensed on it, Turned into yellow mud.
Xiao Chen has never felt so heavy as today. The unspeakable sense of depression made him feel like crying. He murmured: "The blood and tears of your ancestors can touch your heart of stone?"
At this moment, the broken stone man in Xiao Chen's body seemed to be awakened by the ancient folk songs, waking up from a cross-sitting state, and standing up!
Xiao Chen’s limbs made the sound of "clicks", and the broken stone man merged with him from the inside out. His arms and legs were completely petrified, and the four war swords moved from the acupoint space autonomously. Jump out in the middle, blooming sword light soaring to the sky! (Unfinished To find out what's going on, please log in to m, more chapters,