The falling snow on the summit of Mount Taibai was lifted by the surging air waves.

Crystal clear snowflakes drift in the wind.

On the top of the snowflakes and silver glittering mountains, Ji Man stood in the middle of the crowd that had fallen to the ground.

In the land of the dragon plate, all beasts bow down.

He looked at the crowd with a sad face.

Although he stood proudly on the spot, there was a sense of worry on his body.

They fell to the ground, and no one dared to move.

No one knows exactly what's going on in this person's mind.

"It's too weak!"

Ji Man sighed, his voice hoarse and vicissitudes, this was already more than one time he had said this sentence.

The more emphasis he has, the more important he attaches to this issue.

This may well be the culmination of something important.

In the silence of the birds.

At this time, Hu Ziming, who was dressed in military uniform, struggled to get up slowly.

He had pain everywhere.

The whole person felt like it was going to fall apart.

But he still managed to support his body, and slowly raised his head to look at Ji Mandao, who was dressed in Confucian clothes and had a sad face in the distance:

"Mythology, has been gone for hundreds of years, the vicissitudes of life, now the mainstream of the world is science and technology, our weapons are mainly scientific and technological weapons, if you want to find an opponent, you can wait a few years, the people of the world will not let you down. ”

"How many years?"

Ji Man didn't even look at Hu Ziming, he just shook his head quietly, and sighed softly:

"Time is running out. ”

He slowly turned around and walked under the ancient tree from which he had risen.

The green leaves of the trees shimmered in the golden light of the clouds.

The breathing of those present could be heard clearly from the top of the mountain.

It wasn't until Ji Man walked to the place where he got up that he slowly turned around and did it cross-legged.

"Do you know the Battle of Kunlun Mountain Seven hundred years ago?"

His voice was full of the vicissitudes of time, a feeling of memories.

They looked at each other, but no one spoke.

And Ji Man said to himself:

"It was a great war, and before this war, we fought for hundreds of years, and finally the war was decided. ”

"Legend has it that this happened at the beginning of the Ming Dynasty?"

Zhang Tianquan slowly supported his body and leaned against the rock behind him.

His organs were all traumatized, and he could feel the throbbing pain in his lungs when he spoke.

Ji Man, who was under the canopy of the ancient tree, shook his head lightly and said:

"No, to be precise, the Ming Dynasty was not established at that time, and the Ming Dynasty was only after winning the war, if you can't win, everything in this world will be different, when King Wu took Ming as the name of the country, the sun and the moon were hanging in the air, and I asked future generations not to forget the original enemy, but the saint has a thousand thoughts, there must be a mistake, who knows that the good bureau will be destroyed in the hands of his own family?"

Everyone immediately realized that what the strong man said was a real secret history.

It has long disappeared in the long river of history, hidden by the flowing water of time.

During that time, no one knew why, and the true history disappeared into history with the disappearance of the aura.

Countless people present were waiting for this answer.

Why is the aura cut off in the world?

What exactly happened before?

Why can I start practicing again now?

If it is said by others, everyone will have a little doubt, but if it is said by the man in front of him dressed in Confucian clothes in the Ming Dynasty, this statement can be believed.

Because he is most likely an ancient man 700 years ago, and even really participated in this war himself.

"So what happened?"

Hu Ziming couldn't help but ask.

But Ji Man didn't even look at Hu Ziming, he seemed to be immersed in some kind of memory.

It wasn't until a few breaths later that he looked up, a golden streamer spilling out of his eyes.

Brilliant at all.

In the depths of the eyes, a bronze giant statue stands, as if it came from ancient times.

In Ji Man's eyes, something suddenly seemed to be fascinating.

For a while, everyone's eyes couldn't help but look towards Ji Man's eyes.

This hope was lost.

In the blink of an eye, the whole world changed.

The sky was no longer white covered by clouds and mist, but a blood-hued red.

The center of the cloud is like a wound from a middle arrow.

The red ones seemed to have blood about to ooze out.

It's a panic that people can't stop watching.

Under the clouds.

From time to time, people of various styles and costumes fall from the sky.

It's like dumplings.

Some of the people who fell were dressed in armor from the early Ming Dynasty in Kyushu, some were dressed in the costumes of the Crusades, and some were dressed in the costumes of Turkish warriors in the 14th century.

In addition to the soldiers, there were also Taoist priests, monks, bishops, and so on.

Here, the sounds of fighting and the neighing of war horses mingled.

The rumbling drums of war shook the heavens.

The land was littered with corpses and ruins.

Smoke and dust wafted.

"Kill!"

With a loud shout, the vibration from the sky grew louder and louder.

And more and more corpses are falling.

In the eyes of everyone, the golden light flowed on a pair of hands, and the huge hill was easily flattened between them.

Although everyone can't feel their bodies now, they have also understood that they are looking at the memories of that peerless powerhouse.

Even the owner of these hands is the peerless powerhouse.

In the midst of the constant fighting, the master finally leapt into the sky.

A quaint and huge bronze tripod began to emerge above the master's head, and wisps of chaotic air slid down from above.

This ancient bronze tripod was slaughtered in all directions in the hands of the owner of the perspective.

God blocks and kills God, and demons block and kills demons.

Where the bronze tripod passes, the piece of armor is not left.

But soon, a golden chain slipped from the top of the nine heavens, binding the bronze tripod.

For a moment, everything was at a stalemate.

But at this moment, a terrifying golden light rose into the sky.

A seven-star sword, slashed in the sky.

A "tearing" sounded.

For a moment, it seemed as if something extremely important had been cut off.

The clouds and mist in the sky were all dispersed in an instant.

In mid-air, a huge door was slowly closed.

The two warring sides on the side of the door saw this and hurriedly retreated.

On the other side of the gate, a man dressed in a gorgeous robe looked down at the world with cold eyes and sneered:

"Zhu Yuanzhang, you are ruthless!"

"Not being ruthless is not enough to break the world. ”

The seven-star sword above the Nine Heavens slowly fell, falling into the hands of a man with a poor appearance, but the majesty was difficult to look at, he looked at the sword in his hand and said slowly.

"Okay, okay, let's say goodbye, I want to see, after a hundred years, how can you go against the sky?"

With a "boom", the door in the void slowly closed.

And everyone also recovered from Ji Man's vision.

"This is the Battle of the Heavens?"

Someone said tremblingly.

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