Passed the Hall of Weak Water.

The world ahead suddenly opened up.

Jiang Ge came to a huge ice room.

The white mist vanished, and the ice chamber was empty, except for a huge stone monument in the center.

On the stele, there are four large characters composed of water currents:

"Sorry!

Under the large letters, the life of the owner of the tomb is recorded.

Xu Tianbei, a person from the Oriental Seas.

Born 500 years ago.

A place in the Kingdom of Providence called Yaori County.

It's different from Daqian.

In the eastern sea, the country of providence is powerful, and under the rule of the country of providence, there are gods and no ancestors.

Generations, men and women.

He has always been proud to serve the gods wholeheartedly.

Give everything for the sake of the gods.

Suffering in this life, blessings in the next.

It always has been.

"It always has been, right?"

"The meaning of sentient beings who disobey God is to be obsessed with it, to do the way for heaven, and to let you die. Obeying God's meaning means that all beings are free from calamity, sit and watch the world, and see that you are in calamity......"

"You say, right?"

When he was eleven years old, Xu Tianbei had such doubts in his heart.

But no one could answer him.

He couldn't answer himself.

Many people have such confusion in their hearts.

Some people drowned in the sea of people.

Some people are naturally arrogant.

"As we all know, martial souls are gods, but why do only people have martial souls?"

"As we all know, martial arts are a gift from God, but why is it incomplete?"

At the age of nineteen, Xu Tianbei came into contact with martial arts.

He worked hard to enter a small sect called Haixin Pavilion.

But some people are born to practice martial arts.

At the age of twenty-two and three years of martial arts, Xu Tianbei became a martial artist and caused a sensation.

At the age of twenty-eight, Xu Tianbei became a high-level martial artist, the second master of Haixin Pavilion, and the heir to the head.

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For a small sect that is not well known, this is the limit of a lifetime.

But the limits set by God.

It's not Xu Tianbei's limit.

Not satisfied with the status quo, he gradually began to study martial arts and enchantment formations on his own.

He did it.

Xu Tianbei will never forget.

When he cheered and found his mentor with the results of his research, the old man was shocked and frightened in his eyes.

Then, his mentor personally went to the yamen to denounce Xu Tianbei.

"Who is rebelling against God's will?"

"You are not allowed to learn! This is the will of God!"

"This is the gift of stealing God!"

Blockade, suppression, destruction.

Xu Tianbei's hard work was burned.

His wife and children, old and young, were slaughtered and died without seeing it.

He himself was hunted down endlessly.

"There is no end to learning, and there is no end to learning. People are born of people, why should people kneel? Why don't you let me progress, ruin my hard work, rob me of my morale, how is it different from the walking dead?"

"I'm not convinced!"

"I'm the opposite!"

At the age of thirty, Xu Tianbei began a confrontational life of chasing and killing.

The enemy's blockade, the enemy's suppression, the loneliness of having no relatives, ten years of life and death.

Gradually, there are more and more people around Xu Tianbei.

They discovered a legend!

A sect that only respects ancestors and does not believe in gods!

Dayu Sect.

Some people say that the Dayu Sect has long ceased to exist and is dead.

Many people say so.

But Xu Tianbei doesn't think so. Beauty Nest

It was under his stubborn and almost ridiculous insistence that in the Eastern Sea, different sect forces were formed.

What followed was the crazy suppression of the Providence Country.

Bloody rain, bloody rain, bloody rain.

The harder it is, the harder it is.

Xu Tianbei is determined to forge ahead, constantly innovate, and on the basis of the ancient law, he started from scratch and created a heaven-level mastery——

The Book of Water

With this, he made great progress all the way and became the Great Martial Master of Jindan, the Great Martial Master of Zidan, and the Great Martial Master of Chidan......

Wu Zong.

The world is called "the old man who is sad".

In the Eastern Sea, five hundred years ago, he was the most well-deserved leader of the rivers and lakes, the leader of the martial arts alliance.

His legendary life is amazing.

But as far as Xu Tianbei himself is concerned, he is not interested in fame and fortune, is not greedy for power, and is not afraid of life and death.

Throughout his life, he searched for a long time, only hoping to find the legendary Dayu Sect and find Dayu.

All he has longed for all his life is recognition.

A "Taoist friend".

It's a pity that it didn't come true until death.

The great martial artist is strong, and the lifespan is a thousand years, and the martial arts sect is even worse.

This sad old man is naturally not a normal perishion.

He was killed in battle.

Just look at the traces of this relic space, the inheritance of weak water, and the inheritance of enchantment.

Jiang Ge can imagine how regretful the old man was in the last time.

I regret that my dream did not come true......

I regret that my martial arts are not complete......

Unfortunately, too much......

"Sorry!

First a wry smile.

Eventually, the sound was so low that it was inaudible until it was completely cut off.

The old man sat stiffly, his head lowered, and he had no breath.

The way of death does not disappear, and it is turned into a painstaking inheritance.

"Contemporary Dayu Jiang Ge, meet the seniors!"

Jiang Ge came to the stele and saluted.

And then.

The live broadcast room hadn't opened yet, but the system interface in front of Jiang Ge suddenly shook violently.

The source of the shaking is a gray invitation.

On the invitation, it seems that there is a haze that can never be wiped clean, and the handwriting is blurred.

"It's an invitation that everyone has forgotten, and no one knows where it leads. ”

System props, stickers of oblivion.

At this moment, it is as if he has been revived from a deep sleep.

Streams of black smoke and black fog poured out from the invitation, overwhelming, but they did not obscure Jiang Ge's sight.

On the contrary, these black smoke and black fog opened the door to a new world for Jiang Ge.

In the black fog, there is a river.

On the rivers and lakes, there are boats.

"The slanting wind and drizzle do not have to return, do not return......" The hoarse female voice sang in a low voice.

But what came out of the black fog was an old man.

"Huh?"

Jiang Ge was very surprised and looked at it.

The old man was sitting on a tattered wooden boat, and was pasting paper and paper boats, and after the paper boats were tied, they flew straight down and docked at the surface of the river.

In the river, wet men and women boarded the boat, and then the paper boat floated towards the center of the river and disappeared into the thick fog.

It looks weird.

And the weirdest thing is.

Jiang Ge's feet are also the bottom of the wooden boat.

The two worlds, like mirrors, are forever parallel.

And.

In addition to wooden ships and paper boats, there are also bronze warships in the black fog and black river.

A large hole was made in the wall of the ship, and the mast collapsed.

The ships were in tatters, and the flags were in tatters, and they were riddled with holes.

On the warship, there are mighty and majestic, god-like soldiers.

They were all radiant, but their faces were blue and their eyes were empty, and although the aura on their bodies was extremely terrifying, they were clearly dead!

Some of them had severed hands, some had severed feet, some had lost half of their heads, some had a large hole in their chests, and their weapons were even more tattered and bare.

But, they are still on the march.