Chapter 167: The Furnace of Heaven and Earth (5)

"Xinmeng, then Zhu Rong, is he really dead?"

Xuanqing Supreme asked, his beautiful face full of surprise.

The Heart Dream Supreme glanced at the vast white divine light in front of him, the battlefield where thousands of divine lights fell, and said: "His origin has completely dissipated, and the true spirit imprint is about to devour and refine, this state is no different from death, unless the Supreme Emperor personally takes action, there may still be a glimmer of life." ”

"The Chaos Flame has been extinguished, and I can even feel the Great Dao of Fire in the Heavens and Ten Thousand Realms collapsing. ”

Xuanqing Supreme was full of emotion, she had the world in her heart, and she had been stationed here for hundreds of millions of years, and now this Zhurong was finally completely destroyed, and her mission was over, and she didn't know what to do to evaluate Zhao Xin.

"He's going to become a great celestial!"

Ye Supreme sighed that their origin and true spirit imprint were still bound and completely blocked.

"His Heavenly Vein is unprecedented, reaching a peak, vast as a galaxy, if he still opens the twelfth Heavenly Vein, his achievements in the Heavenly and Human Realm alone have surpassed me, this junior may be able to take the last step!"

The Heart Dream Supreme was quite optimistic about Zhao Xin, he knew that the other party had a dream for three thousand years, and nine times out of ten he entered the cave mansion left behind before his death.

The way of heaven and man, nine is the extreme of numbers, leaping nine into ten, the peak of heaven and man.

In fact, the two veins of time and space are the true meaning of the realm of heaven and man, and they are inherited together, which is the most original law of the universe, but these two veins of heaven are ethereal and impermanent, and they cannot be touched at all, which is why countless cultivators are stuck in this step and cannot advance an inch.

Especially time, it is even more difficult to guess, and Zhao Xin's Heavenly Vein is shocking the past and the present, which means that the difficulty of opening the Heavenly Vein is far beyond that of ordinary monks, and it is even more difficult!

If there is not enough opportunity, this time may trap Zhao Xin for hundreds of years, and for Tianjiao, whether it is a large world or a small world, this is also a lifelong insurmountable moat!

The Kyushu world is an outstanding person, but for thousands of years, there are only a handful of people who have achieved great heavens, an ethereal patriarch, and a first Luofu holy master.

Zhu Rong was defeated, he was the God King, the most perfect creature between heaven and earth, and at this moment he was devoured by Zhao Xin's Heaven and Earth Furnace Divine Skill, and the laws and divine power contained in it were simply wonderful, allowing him to enter a mysterious realm.

When the power of the Zhurong God King poured into his body, at this moment, where Zhao Xin was, the weather was myriad, the sky was full of colors, the earth was gushing with sweet springs, the white lotus was blooming, and the Yao grass was swaying.

In a single thought, there are many wonderful appearances, endless methods, one after another, which is indescribably wonderful and intoxicating.

The heavenly fairy sound, the song of the avenue, sang in unison.

"Alas, his achievements are great celestials, and the heavens, earth, and universes have sent down visions to celebrate him!"

A supreme has a very bad feeling in his heart, and it is foreseeable that after Zhao Xin's strength and cultivation go further, it will be easier to wipe out their supreme true spirit imprint.

At the top of the void, the twelfth heavenly vein has finally condensed!

In an instant, the twelve heavenly veins shone brightly, bursting out with hundreds of millions of divine radiance, pouring out, and the starlight was bursting, majestic and vast.

"Master, it's finally succeeded!" Shi Haotian was full of pride in his heart.

............

Beyond the Holy Mountain, the top of Southern Xinjiang.

The Witch King sat on the throne with a gloomy face, his eyes looking in the direction of the holy mountain, his expression was complicated, and his emotions were inexplicable.

Where the holy mountain is located, the abnormal changes are prominent, the weather is thousands, and the colorful clouds are pervasive, and at a glance, you can see that the extraterritorial evil Li Chengdao has a great probability of obtaining the creation and opportunity contained in it.

"Hateful!"

The Witch King was extremely unwilling, he waited on the periphery of the Holy Mountain for more than 700 years, but he didn't get anything, and he also lost a clone, which was really bad luck.

In his heart, he was even more envious, the opportunity and creation in the holy mountain were unimaginable, and there was also a great crisis, so he used his doppelganger to come, and now, this Li Chengdao broke the crisis on the eighth floor, and enjoyed this earth-shattering creation alone!

"Li Chengdao!"

The witch king gritted his teeth, the opportunity was taken away, this hatred is greater than anything else!

However, he is helpless, the general trend has been achieved, and he is no longer an opponent, even though his talent is amazing, he still can't take the last half step, and he can't become a great celestial!

"The Witch King. ”

Suddenly, in the empty palace, a burly figure appeared, this person was not angry but mighty, revealing a domineering and incomparable aura, and around his body, ten thousand dragon qi were entangled.

"Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin!"

The Witch King recognized at a glance that this person was the ruler of Kyushu today, and he was the most honorable figure in the world, but he did not have a trace of respect, on the contrary, he jokingly ridiculed: "Li Shimin, you, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, came to the barbarian land of southern Xinjiang, I don't know what you are doing? Isn't it for Li Chengdao?"

"Exactly. ”

Li Shimin nodded.

"You, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, are really interesting, in the past, you launched the Xuanwumen Mutiny, killed your brother and killed your brother, and seized the throne, and now Li Chengdao came to trouble you, isn't it a matter of course?"

The Witch King scoffed.

Li Shimin was indifferent and speechless, his eyes were deep and vast, and they seemed to contain a starry sky, without a trace of waves, silent and traceless, and said: "I am the son of destiny, everything is done in accordance with the way of heaven, he Li Jiancheng colluded with the Ethereal Immortal Gate, wanted to usurp the throne, steal the world's luck, and killed him as a last resort, so he had to do so." ”

"Hahaha!"

The Witch King laughed and said sarcastically: "What destiny? What kind of luck? You are talking nonsense at all, my generation of monks is going against the sky, and all you can believe in is your own strength, everything else is illusory and unrealistic!"

"Witch King, you have lived for nearly a thousand years, and you still don't understand? Why are you still like a child, threatening to go against the sky? Everything in the world has a destiny, the fate of the weak, the fate of the strong, it is like this!"

Li Shimin said in a deep voice: "I am the son of destiny,"

The Witch King grinned and smiled, "Naturally, I would like to." ”

Then, he changed his words, "But there is one requirement, the twelve ancestors that all beings in the Tang world must believe in return to the embrace of the true god!"

Li Shimin raised his eyebrows, "I am destined by heaven, how can you replace me?"

"Then there's nothing to say. ”

The Witch King flicked the sleeves of his black robe to send off the guests, and his face was calm.

"Yes......"

Li Shimin's tone was quiet, and his momentum rose to the sky, and twelve divine lights behind him illuminated the hall.

"You...... It's a great achievement!"

The Witch King stared at this colossal momentum, and suddenly stiffened and looked shocked.

............

The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, the wind is blowing, the grassland is wild, and the cattle and sheep bow their heads.

The scenery of the prairie has been praised by literati and writers throughout the ages.

The vast green land north of the Tang Dynasty is not the Great Khan, nor the god of war galloping the grassland, but the legendary existence and the source of faith-

"Wolf King!"