The heavens and the earth are full of desolate and ancient atmosphere, and it seems that they have come to the ancient years, above the heavenly dome, where there is a vast halo of energy, exuding a blazing brilliance.

In the haze, it was like an ancient coffin suppressing the heavens, exuding endless majestic aura, and then it was all returned to Hongmeng.

In the mountains and ravines, a meandering river stands horizontally, like a creeping dragon, and the river water is turbulent and sparkling, like a dragon scale, revealing an ancient and desolate artistic conception.

On the side of the distant heaven and earth, through the shadows, there seems to be an endless vast land, and the breath there is shocking, all full of and incomparably ancient atmosphere, giving people the illusion of facing an ancient beast, vast like the endless starry sky.

Between the mountains and ravines, an almost transparent figure floated, crossing the reckless mountains and gradually heading towards the ancient river.

The transparent figure seemed to be rootless duckweed, chaotic, this turned out to be a divine soul, as if it had lost its mind.

When I got closer, the shadow's eyes were chaotic, flickering through some images, and then falling into an endless void, dazed.

Listening closely, the shadow was actually moving forward with an ethereal voice, which seemed to come from the heavenly dome, as if it was permeating from the ancient river, and it seemed to be everywhere.

"Come, come......"

The ethereal sound filled, and the shadow drifted forward, but the speed was getting slower and slower, and the shadow seemed to resist something.

The closer it got to the ancient river, the slower the speed of the shadow, which seemed to be an instinctive resistance born from the bottom of its heart, making it unwilling to move forward in the slightest.

"Come, come......"

At this moment, the voice came out again, as if it fell from the heavenly dome, with a bewitching power, so that the shadow floated out a large section again, and finally it was only half a step away from the ancient river, but it stopped alive.

Jiumu seemed to be sweating profusely, and there was a palpitation in his heart, as if he had just been fished out of the river.

The world in front of him was a little gloomy, and the ubiquitous ancient atmosphere made him suddenly sober up, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his heart was cold, and he took a few steps back impatiently.

The desolate ancient river in front of him, the dazzling river water, at this time was like a fierce beast that chose people to devour, which made him feel a chill in his heart.

Looking up, the irregular light in the sky, the desolate ancient river flowing endlessly in the distance, he actually came to this strange place again, what is this and where? What is the ancient coffin? What is this big river hiding? How did he come here?

But there was a voice in his heart, there was more than one faint ancient river, and the things on the heavenly dome were really a coffin, and he was subconsciously unwilling to think about it.

The last time he came to this strange place, his body underwent drastic changes, the power of a dragon, he knew what this meant, but he didn't feel at ease, but he panicked, and changed for no reason, is it good or bad?

The power of a dragon has reached the extreme, and it is not at all what he can withstand now, but the strange thing is that his body has withstood it alive, and it seems to be extremely easy, but the divine soul was violently shaken, and was almost dispersed by the terrifying qi and blood.

Coming to this place again at this time made him even more reluctant to face it, and subconsciously resisted.

The heavenly firmament, the earth, the reckless mountains, and the rushing ancient rivers all seemed to have a kind of magic that made him dare not uncover all this.

He endured the discomfort in his heart, opened his eyes, but looked at the world, the scene here is still the same, without the slightest change, as if it is eternal.

The river surged, and it seemed that the moment he looked at it, it turned into an endless blood, and it seemed that an earth-shattering roar of dragons and beasts came out of that blood, and the scene flashed away, and then returned to dead silence, and the river was still the same river.

At this time, his heart was shocked, and at that moment he saw an ancient world, breaking through the sky, shattering the void, burning the sky, and lifting the ground.

"Is power eternal in that ancient unrecorded world?, or am I obsessed too much?" Jiu Mu took a deep breath, let go of the throbbing in his heart, and let his eyes regain their calmness.

He had grown up in the Ancient Clan since he was a child, and he had learned from the ancient books that had been passed down for a long time that even in that ancient world there was no such world, and even the once extremely powerful ancient beasts had perished in this later life.

In the ancient village, the ancient books that have been handed down are considered to be a history of human evolution, and the records in those ancient books are still in my mind, and the strongest momentum of the human race is only in ancient times, that is when the human race is at its peak, and the power of the Dao pattern is strong enough to overwhelm the sky, which is a kind of power that reproduces to the extreme, the power of the Dao pattern.

"Physical power?" stubbornly, he couldn't help but show a touch of bitterness, does that kind of power really exist?

No matter how strong the power of a dragon is, can it really be stronger than the power of the never-ending Dao pattern?

Looking at the rushing ancient river and the reckless mountains, his obsession shook a little at this time.

"It's a good thing to have power, if it's just for the sake of power and desperate, then Jiumu ......"

"It's better to be a mortal. ”

This is what Zhi Yao said at the beginning, the power of a dragon has already made his soul unstable, and even in the end, his soul was directly dissipated, and his soul was destroyed, so what if he had great power?

At this time, he became dazed, after all, he was only a child of a few years old, unable to cultivate the Dao Pattern, and even in the end, even the absolute power that could be comparable to the power of the Dao Pattern was in vain.

The rushing water in the ancient river seems to have a sound, rumbling, like a thunderbolt exploding, constantly washing the rock walls on both sides, and it will not stop for a long time.

"No, that kind of power exists!" stubbornly, he pursed his lips lightly, and the blankness in his eyes also turned into a clear color, with stubbornness, he still believed that such power existed.

At this moment, the scene here seemed to tremble, and the eyes seemed to be faintly black, and the almost transparent spirit almost collapsed.

It was only at this point that he noticed that his soul had reached such a weak level, and it took a while for it to stabilize, but the spirit was even weaker, and it seemed that it could all disappear.

He was calm to the extreme, did not panic, sat on the stone wall, looked at the ancient river flowing below, his heart was bright, and the faces of Zhi Yao, the old patriarch, Uncle Gu, the eldest aunt, Yan Mao, Yan Meng and others kept appearing in his mind.

At this time, his little face was quiet, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which was very pure and sweet, and it was extraordinarily brilliant in that light.

The sun sets in the west, the sunset is red, and the whole wilderness seems to be dyed with a red halo, showing a sense of peace and tranquility in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The ancient village in the reckless wilderness is silent at this time, and occasionally you will see one or two hurried figures.

"Patriarch Grandpa, what's wrong with Jiu Mu? I haven't woken up for so long?" In the old patriarch's stone house, there were many people in the house, many of them were talking in whispers, and their expressions were all with a touch of anxiety.

"I don't know......" Old Patriarch Cang's slightly tired voice came out, and he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

"Can the rich qi and blood disperse the divine soul? How strong should Xiao Mu's body be, and how powerful can it be to contain such a powerful force?" Another old voice sounded, and there was still disbelief in the tone, who would have thought that a seven or eight-year-old child would burst out with such terrifying power, and it would be difficult to match it.

"The mystery on Komaki is too deep to see through, can't see through it, can't see through ......"

"That's it for today, you all go to rest early, and after this incident, those babies should also go to the outside world to break through. The old patriarch spoke, and no emotion could be heard in his words.

After a group of people left, the two people in the room, one big and one small, stared at each other, and the air became depressed for a while.

A few days have passed since that day, and hundreds of slaves were slaughtered in the entire ancient village in that war, a group of small slave owners were almost slaughtered, and even a group of big slave owners were beheaded several times by the ancestor True Spirit, and the rest of the big slave owners all fled, and the battle came to an end.

For several days, the entire ancient village fell into a dull atmosphere, not only the slaves were lost in that battle, but also many of the ancient villagers fell in this battle, and many villagers were seriously injured and disabled, so that this village that had experienced disasters also lost its former vitality and became dull.

Half a month has passed here, and some seriously injured villagers have gradually recovered, although they are still very weak, they have at least woken up, but Zhi Yao and others are still frowning, these days, Jiumu's body has been changing, and the qi and blood contained in the body have disappeared amazingly, but they are still not awake, and there seems to be a tendency to aggravate.

"How can this be?" Zhi Yao's eyes were full of disbelief, how long has it been, how can a good person become like this.

Today, Jiumu's body is changing again, and the vitality in his body is disappearing rapidly, as if he is about to fall, which makes Zhiyao, the old patriarch and others panic.

No one knows how this happened, and it happened without warning.

Jiu Mu's body was undergoing drastic changes, and his back was hideous, as if a mighty ancient dragon was awakening, constantly extracting the power of flesh and blood essence from all over his body.

The entire spine was like an ancient dragon, exuding terrifying energy, and the sudden change made a group of people stunned, and everyone watched all this in a daze.

"What is this? How can it have such terrifying power?" everyone was dumbfounded, and the coercion emanating from it gave people a terrifying feeling of facing a fierce beast.

"Boom ......"

"Ang ......"

The dragon groaned, and the blood exploded suddenly.