"There is no strongest law, only the strongest people, and all the heavens and all the worlds are waiting for us to conquer. ”

Zhang Liang did not hide the endless cultivation method at all, all of them were engraved on different ancient stars of life, and let these top figures to comprehend.

If he can't get ahead of these characters with a small tree, then he might as well commit suicide.

He was able to comprehend and practice the endless cultivation methods of the heavens and all the worlds, and he did not contradict each other, allowing them to show their most powerful strength.

In the True Realm, although any cultivation method can burst out with the most powerful strength, if you want to merge the cultivation methods of different worlds into one, you also need extremely terrifying power.

Its requirements for understanding and talent are so high that it is unimaginable, and the slightest carelessness is to go mad, and even disappear into heaven and earth.

Zhang Liang never doubted that these Tianjiao Jiejie would be able to surpass him, as for this group of Tianjiao Jiejie not obeying his command, it was completely impossible.

The strong in the world of covering the sky are respected, as long as you have strong enough strength, everything is illusory.

No matter which emperor is very wise, he will not make unwise moves, Zhang Liang has the grace of preaching to them, and he also has the virtue of prolonging life.

There is no question of the west and the east on the emperor's road, and it will not hurt family and friends, and the achievement of the emperor is naturally another world, which is unimaginably grand.

Zhang Liang's powerful Yuan Shen gave him the ability to be almost like his heart, and he could feel that the emperor who had entered the true realm had no resentment or hatred in his heart, only the pursuit of power.

Whenever and wherever it is, this is the eternal pursuit of the monk's heart.

"Go hard, go hard, go for a stronger realm! The stronger you are, the better it will be for me. ”

In a sense, everyone owes Zhang Liang a huge amount of cause and effect, and it is natural to fight for him.

Even if you only go to another world and are not allowed to fight, different worlds, different cultivation methods, different people and things, and different rules of heaven and earth all have extremely special reference significance for a powerful monk.

These special life insights and experiences will help a monk to leap to a more powerful level.

The changes in the outside world are becoming more and more intense, the real and the unreal are reversed, there are too many things in the land of Kyushu and the world of the four directions are illusory, they originate from the hearts and beliefs of people, and at this moment they are about to restore the real and destroy the unreal.

Xiao Chen, who was pressed on his shoulders by the endless burden, completely detonated the world, killed Kyushu with blood, and the inheritance of one half-ancestor after another was wiped out by him, and the corpses were piled up with blood and bones.

The nine ancient lights above Kyushu are bright to the limit, the zero gas is majestic to the peak, and the most terrifying battle is coming.

"I've been waiting, the mythical and legendary Dao Ancestor Hongjun, when I destroyed Tongtian, I faintly felt that someone was watching me, but at that time, I was fluctuating, erasing everything with the supreme divine power of the small tree, and even the supreme figure of the ancestral god level could not be investigated. ”

"If you can kill Dao Ancestor once, which is the so-called Hongjun, that feeling is indescribable!"

"Whew......"

The loud dragon chant shook the heavens and the earth, and the dragon island completely descended on this day.

Nine ever-bright ancient lamps quickly condensed together, and a stone tablet that reached the sky and the earth loomed in the sky, like the most magnificent ancient sacred mountain, showing supreme power.

Most of its monument is shrouded in clouds and mist, and no one can see its true face, but everyone can clearly sense it, and this feeling is very complicated.

Zhang Liang saw an elegant and elegant middle-aged scribe dressed in a gossip diagram stepping on the clouds and saying goodbye to Xiao Chen.

"It's a good journey, I should see you off, go into the dead city, summon a hundred thousand dead spirits, destroy all the false gods, and put this world back on track. ”

The middle-aged scribe's face was full of excitement and grief and indignation.

His origin is actually extraordinarily shocking, and he is the founder of the acquired gossip, King Wen of Zhou.

In ancient times, the Fuxi clan created the Xiantian Yi, also known as the innate Bagua, the Shennong clan created the Lianshan Yi, also called the Lianshan Bagua, and the Xuanyuan clan created the Guizang Yi, also known as the Guizang Bagua.

King Wen of Zhou summed up the previous experience and created the 64 hexagrams of Zhou Yi, whose calculation ability is unrivaled in the world.

Unless it is an ancestral god, no character theory can compare to him.

"Any wish I have, I will grant it to you. ”

King Wen of Zhou drank heavily, but saw Xiao Chen shaking his head and stepping into the black dead city.

There is an ancient picture scroll unfolding in the middle of the rest.

The giant towering between heaven and earth split the chaos, fixed the earth, water, wind and fire, and opened up the hope of life.

One world opens up in his hands, he is the backbone of the earth, he is the light, he is the darkness, he is the sun, he is the sun, the moon and the stars, he is the heaven and the earth.

The ancestors of the human race struggled on the wild land, and lived on the wild land with difficulty, continuing the hope of life.

Flesh and blood invade the mud, like mountains of bones leading to the bright distance......

Ancient songs resounded in the distance, and the desolate song of weeping blood resounded throughout the land of Kyushu.

"The broken mountain is the backbone of heaven and earth,

The dry and hard yellow mud is the blood of the earth,

The bones of the mountains are the sorrow of the ancestors.

Thousands of years later, the piano and the song are harmonious, and the silk and bamboo are melodious, praising the most holy avenue Yongchang.

Who else remembers?

The Suiren Clan lit up the way for the Terrans.

How can you forget?

Shennong tasted a hundred herbs and buried his bones elsewhere.

Does anyone else know?

Nuwa wept blood to make up for the sky, and with the essence of flesh and blood, let my human race continue to prosper.

The prosperous era is singing, the avenue is on the top, and an illusory divine comedy buries the ancestors' achievements for thousands of years.

All beings are like ants, the avenue is ahead, harmony is always singing, not a word is mentioned about Yan and Huang.

Inexplicably heartbroken.

The magnificent palace, the majestic giant palace, the false gods are in front of the column;

The sorrow of the ancestors, the small tablets have long been forgotten, and there is nowhere to place half a foot of Shenxi;

Do you remember that there was a name called Yan Huang?

You have the hope of your ancestors in your blood.

Only the avenue and harmony, the national spirit is buried;

The blood of the firmament, the spirit of the earth, the battle of yin and yang, the weeping blood and the yellow;

Can the blood and tears of your ancestors touch your heart of stone?"

A sad song is sung in heaven and earth, if there is nothing, intermittently.

One picture after another emerged in the world, the world was compassionate, and Kyushu was shocked.

"For some reason, there was some sadness in my heart. ”

Zhang Liang muttered to himself, reaching out to wipe away a teardrop on his face.

The qi and blood of the whole body are boiling in this ballad, obviously it is not his hometown, but all history and mythology are the same.

Nine magic lamps swooped down, surrounding Xiao Chen's body, and the bright light rushed straight to Xiao Han.

The dead city is shaking, and the heroic martyrs who once died in the battle of the human race have returned, even if they are already heroic spirits, there is still boundless killing aura blooming, and they will continue to fight.

After King Wen of Zhou quietly listened to a sad song, the elegance was gone, replaced by a vigorous heroic spirit, and the murderous aura between his eyebrows was compelling.

"Original ......"

"Passage to the ......"

"Helios ......"

"White Tiger ......"

......

The bell rang, the death knell shook the heavens and the earth, and no real shouts came out, but many illusory half-ancestors heard the voice.

There is an irresistible force beckoning in the most mysterious magic well in the dead city, and all the demi-ancestors did not resist and were directly attracted to it.

Together, everyone has a chance to fight, and they want to return to reality from the unreal.

"The blood of the sky, the spirit of the earth, the battle of yin and yang, the weeping blood and the yellow, can the blood and tears of the ancestors move your iron heart?"

Zhang Liang muttered to himself, the Immortal Bell above his head vibrating, staring at a figure in the endless void.

And not far from his body, Ye Fan and Pang Li were shocked, listening to the sad song of heaven and earth in a daze, and it was difficult to react for a while.

"Let's fight! This is the other world, a completely different world, but different worlds have staggered combinations after all, everything has happened, history needs you to wait to change, and all these so-called half-ancestors will be exterminated!"

Zhang Liang burst out with a complete divine light, and suddenly stepped into the void, his eyes stared at the unfathomable consciousness in the void, and the bright fairy light was already flying.

"Bang!"

Without too many words, the shocking blow was sent directly, and Kyushu was really shocked, and a bowl of creatures looked up at the sky, and felt an unstoppable breath permeating from the sky.

"Ancestral God?!How could there be an Ancestral God attacking Hongjun?"

King Wen of Zhou changed color in shock, thinking that the biggest obstacle to the collapse of the illusion this time was Hongjun, who had become an ancestral god, but he didn't expect that the most terrifying ancestral god would actually be found in advance.

On the other side, as the nine ancient lamps gathered, they swayed out the most brilliant light.

Xiao Chen clearly saw a figure shake out of the abyss demon well, and the summoning of that unique bloodline power made him stiffen.

"There's Chao!"

There was an exclamation in the void, and the most mysterious Youchao's body had already stiffened, and this legendary ancestral god had already fallen in the long river of time and space, which was shocking and sad.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo glanced at each other, and they both saw the shock and incomprehension in their respective eyes.

"How so? I felt a stream of the same but different bloodlines calling me from that yellow clay platform. ”

"That corpse also has the power to summon us, isn't the Chao clan the oldest figure in history and mythology on earth?"

The two were shocked inexplicably, and for the first time they felt a heaviness in their hearts.

The tragic song between heaven and earth they heard from beginning to end, and with their emperor-level strength, they had already deduced the details of this world.

"There is a power in that body that is not inferior to us, I can feel the essence and purity of the mind in his body, is this a great emperor of the ancestors of the human race who died in the immortal realm?"

No matter how much Ye Fan and Pang Bo were amazed, the half-ancestors born from the illusion would not have reverence for the ancestors of the human race at all, they just valued the body that contained the power of the ancestral god, which was a supreme treasure related to the next realm.

"The dry yellow mud is the blood of the earth,

The bones of the mountains are the sorrow of the ancestors,

Thousands of years later, the piano and the song are harmonious, the silk and bamboo are melodious, praising the most holy avenue Yongchang, who else remembers......"

The tragic song of heaven and earth was still fluttering, but no one cared about the inexplicable and sad tune, and all the half-ancestors stared at Youchao's body with fanatical and crazy eyes.