Xiao Chen was currently standing in the sky above the Nine Prefectures. The purple jade bracelet that had been passed down in the family suddenly burst open, and a golden light appeared. It rushed into the Yellow River below. The Yellow River roared. It was like a dancing dragon.
After the Yellow River flowed into the East Sea, endless dazzling golden light condensed in the Vast Sea. It was the Ancestral Dragon's Dragon Pearl that had shattered in the sea. They converged towards the dragon island from all directions.
Until now. Giant cities, deep valleys, deserts, and Mount Li, which had crossed the border, gradually appeared in the sea. Dragon Island, the only one that hadn't truly appeared, also descended at this moment.
Ten thousand dragons roared, the Dragon Island was unsealed.
All the huge shadows that crossed over realms truly descended upon the human world. At this moment, the human world seemed to have enlarged a lot. Many areas that had never appeared before appeared overseas, and some places were even connected to the Nine Regions.
At this moment, Spiritual Qi was everywhere, not only in the Nine States. It was the same in the distant West. The seal had loosened at this moment. The world was filled with Spiritual Qi, and the scene of the cultivation holy land of the human world in the ancient times reappeared.
At the same time, the nine ancient lamps in the sky quickly gathered together. Then, they charged towards Yongzhou together.
In the sky, a huge stone tablet appeared indistinctly. It stood there like a huge mountain. Clouds and mist surged. The people on the ground couldn't see it.
It was as though Xiao Chen was summoned to this place. He recognized that this was actually the ancient stele of the Yellow River. He felt the vicissitudes of time, as if all the years of the past were condensed in front of him. Then, it flew past.
His heart throbbed, but he could not express it in words. He stood there silently. He stared at the Divine Monument. In the end, Xiao Chen watched as the Heavenly Stele became fainter and fainter before it completely disappeared from the world.
Immediately after. He felt a strange movement coming from the direction of Yongzhou. The heavenly monument above the ghost town seemed to be rising into the sky and was about to leave.
Sure enough, a moment later, a huge Divine Stele rushed to the highest point of the Nine Regions. It stood in front of Xiao Chen. It was also about to fade away.
The strong wind blew. It started raining flowers in the sky.
A moment later, an elegant and refined middle-aged scholar, who was draped in an Eight Trigrams diagram and had a feather fan and silk scarf, arrived on a cloud.
Xiao Chen recognized it. This was the fortune teller he had met in the imperial capital.
He arrived in front of Xiao Chen and said, "I am here to send you off. Have a safe journey, I am going to the ghost town to recruit heroic spirits. A hundred thousand undead soldiers to kill the False Gods! "
Xiao Chen did not say anything. However, he already knew who the person in front of him was. The only person who wore the Postnatal Eight Trigrams was King Wen of Zhou in ancient times.
Fuxi created the [Preheaven Yi] technique. Shennong created the Lian Shan Yi, also known as the Lian Shan Eight Trigrams; Xuanyuan created the Gui Cang Yi, also known as the Gui Cang Eight Trigrams.
King Wen of Zhou, Ji Chang, summed up the experiences of his predecessors and created the 64 hexagrams of the Book of Changes. Very few people in the world could compare to him.
"Do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"
Xiao Chen shook his head and did not say anything. He watched as the stone tablet in the sky slowly disappeared. He sensed a powerful force sweeping over from the direction of Yong Province. It seemed to be calling him forward.
Boom!
In the distant Eastern Sea, the War Race erupted with tens of thousands of streaks of radiance. Killing intent rushed into the heavens, as if they sensed that the world was undergoing a great change. Meanwhile, a dragon roar that made the vast sea even more frantically rose from Dragon Island. The barbaric dragon awakened and regained its divinity. It was not the new Ancestral Dragon that lifted the seal of the Dragon race, but the power of the Yellow River Ancestral Dragon that had passed away.
All over the Nine States and overseas. Inexhaustible radiance rushed up from every secret location. This was the instinctive reaction of the experts to the abnormality of the world. Everyone felt a destructive aura erupt in the direction of Yong Province.
Xiao Chen's forehead was oozing with blood. The demonic pattern at the center throbbed. After that, it opened up a pitch-black space. The ghost town shrouded in black fog revealed a hazy shadow. It seemed to be right in front of him.
He took a step forward. He disappeared into the horizon in an instant. The Nine States trembled for a while.
The next moment. Xiao Chen appeared on the city wall of the ghost town. The world seemed to have sunk into darkness. It was as if a huge black curtain had covered everything. It was so dark that one couldn't even see their own fingers.
The nine ancient lamps were eternally lit. They descended from the sky. They were fixed in the sky above the ghost town. The huge city shrouded in black fog was illuminated vaguely. It seemed a little eerie and terrifying.
The clouds and mist surged, the ghost town was in a riot. Every building was shaking. It seemed like every room had a prisoner trying to escape.
As for the main street, it was already densely packed with shadows. It was as if there were countless death gods walking around. There were even many huge monsters walking with heavy footsteps. Through the weak light, one could see the silhouette of those monsters as big as a mountain. Their scales were exceptionally awe-inspiring. Unexpectedly, they were the barbaric dragons and all kinds of huge beasts that had never been seen before.
And at the center of the ghost town, there seemed to be a terrifying demonic nature. A ray of bird light soared into the sky and emitted a huge fluctuation. The bell was ringing.
That was precisely where the Heavenly Stele was suppressing. It was obvious that the bird light came from the demonic well. That was also the so-called "Evil Abyss" bell ringing between heaven and earth. The Nine States was trembling. All the experts in the world were panicking.
The heaven and earth were shaking. It was as if the ancient times were repeating themselves. Layers upon layers of illusions reappeared in the world.
That towering giant between heaven and earth. Cleaving the desolate ignorance. The world glowed with the hope of life. He was the backbone of the earth. His ancestors struggled in the wilderness. They shed their blood and shed their lives for the hope of prolonging their lives. Cutting down the thorns and opening up a new path, advancing wave after wave. Bodies of flesh and blood soaked in the mud. Corpses like a mountain. Leading to the bright front …
An ancient song sounded in the distance. The mournful song of weeping blood resounded throughout the Nine States.
"The broken mountain is the backbone of the world. The dry and hard yellow mud is the blood of the earth. The mountain-like corpses are the grief of our ancestors.
Thousands of years later. The zither and the harp were in harmony. The melodious music praised the eternal prosperity of the supreme Great Dao.
Who still remembered? Suirenshi lit up the road ahead of the human race.
How could they forget? Shennong tasted a hundred herbs and buried his bones in a foreign land.
Did anyone else know? Nuwa wept blood to nourish the heavens. With the essence of flesh and blood, our human race continued to prosper.
The golden age sang joyfully. The Great Dao was above. An illusory divine song buried the contributions of our ancestors.
All living beings were like ants. The Great Dao was ahead. It sang in harmony forever. It didn't mention Yan and Huang.
It was inexplicably sad.
A magnificent palace. A majestic palace. The fake gods were in front. The grief of our ancestors. The small memorial tablets had long been forgotten. There was no place to put the half-foot divine puppet.
Do you remember a name called Yan Huang?
The hope of our ancestors flowed in your blood.
Only the Great Dao and harmony. The national spirit was buried.
The blood of the sky and the essence of the earth. Yin and Yang fought. Weeping blood.
The blood and tears of our ancestors. Can it move your heart of stone? "
One scene after another appeared in the world. The ancient song was intermittent. It was as if the heaven and earth were weeping blood.
Xiao Chen was standing on top of the ghost town. Unknowingly, tears were already streaming down his face. He muttered to himself, "Do you remember a name called Yan Huang? The hope of our ancestors flowed in your blood … … "
Eight kinds of heavenly sounds resounded at the same time on the yellow clay platform. They came out from the acupoints and carried Xiao Chen into the ghost town. The nine divine lamps swooped down from the sky. They revolved around him. The resplendent rays of light soared into the sky.
"Rumble … …"
The ghost town was shaking. The army of a hundred thousand was roaring. It shook the entire Nine Regions.
Inside the grand city. All the streets were flickering with cold light. Although the ancient battle armor was already covered in dust. But the warrior's aura was still there. He waved the rusty bronze ancient weapon in his hand. The murderous aura condensed on every ancient street.
This was a true expert that was once lost in the ghost town. However, he seemed to have forgotten everything at this moment and became a member of the army of death.
In the distant sky. Zhou Wen Wang listened to Ji Chang finish listening to the ancient song. His face was full of tears as he said, "Countless years ago, Yin and Yang were reversed. The real world was greatly damaged. The ancestors left their homeland in dejection. The ghost town has reappeared. This time it will rebel. The land of death will be illusory. "
The ghost town was no longer silent. It was as if it was resurrected. Despite the dense fog, one could still see the countless figures moving about.
The bird's radiance soared into the sky. At the center of the ghost town, the demonic well gushed out. This was a bottomless abyss. It seemed to contain boundless demonic power. A terrifying soul-beckoning song was transmitted.
The death knell resounded throughout the earth. All the half-ancestors received the summons of death.
"Primordial … …"
"Heavenly Connection … …"
"Sun God … …"
"White Tiger … …"
The long and drawn out bell rang. It shook the heaven and earth. Even though he didn't really shout out loud. However, the half-ancestors felt like they were being summoned by a voice.
At this moment, not only the human world was in turmoil, even the world of immortals and the cultivation world were in the same state. Furthermore, it seemed like the world was about to split apart.
All the so-called illusory things would no longer exist. It was still far from being real. Apart from the human world. In the end, how many realms would be left?
An irresistible power surged up from the demonic well of the ghost town. It forcefully summoned the White Tiger Saint Emperor, Sanying Sage, and Sun Divine God.
Primordial, Heavenly Connection, and Zhunti did not resist. They all responded to the summons. Because this was their only chance. At this moment, many half-ancestors joined hands to resist. Perhaps there was still hope.
The White Tiger Saint Emperor and Sun Divine God were the first to arrive. The two of them did not say anything. They already made their move against Xiao Chen in the sky outside the ghost town.
A sun burst out with radiance. It crashed towards Xiao Chen. Meanwhile, the incantations that filled the sky came crashing down from above. They enveloped Xiao Chen.
The black and yellow aura soared to the sky. It blocked all the attacks and did not let them injure Xiao Chen in the slightest.
Of course. This was only the beginning. The Heavenly Death Bridge appeared. Another half-ancestor descended.
The huge death bridge pressed down from the sky and crashed towards Xiao Chen and the yellow platform. Of course, it was impossible to crash. However, the true target of the ancient stone bridge was the demonic well. It crashed straight down.
"Boom!"
Yongzhou was shaken. Like a volcanic crater, the boundless energy from the demonic well rushed out. The Heavenly Death Bridge was naturally sent flying. Endless clouds churned.
The nine ancient lamps flickered with dazzling radiance. Xiao Chen clearly saw a figure being shaken out of the abyss. The tall and sturdy body had already stiffened. It fell straight on the empty space beside the demonic well.
"Youchao Clan!"
A cry of alarm came from the sky. Some half-ancestors recognized the identity of the corpse.
The Lost Abyss had finally seen the light of day after countless years. The ancestor god had already fallen.
Before the illusory half-ancestor was destroyed, the real ancestor god's corpse appeared first. This was not a good sign.
In the distant sky. Zhou Wenwang frowned and said, "How could this be? Are there still any living ancestor gods? Even if they survived. Is that still them? "
In a short moment, more than ten half-ancestors had arrived. They stared at the corpse of Youchao Clan. Then, they shouted and rushed over, wanting to snatch it.
"That dry yellow soil is the blood of the earth. That mountainous corpse is the grief of the ancestor. Thousands of years later, the zither and the zither are in harmony. The melodious music praises the eternal prosperity of the supreme path. Who still remembers … "
The ancient song resounded. That stiff corpse of Youchao Clan actually shed tears of blood. There were actually tears of blood rolling down his face, and then with a hong sound, they exploded, the shattered flesh rushing towards the yellow mud platform. It condensed on the platform and turned into yellow soil.
Xiao Chen's mood had never been as heavy as today. The indescribable sense of oppression made him want to cry. He muttered, "The blood and tears of the ancestor. Can it move your heart of stone? "
Just at this moment. The dilapidated stone man in Xiao Chen's body seemed to have been shaken awake by the ancient song. It woke up from its cross-legged state. It stood up!
Xiao Chen's four limbs emitted "crack crack" sounds of bones breaking. The dilapidated stone man fused with him from the inside out. His arms and legs were completely petrified. Four swords jumped out from the acupoints on their own and blossomed with soaring sword radiance!
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