Xiao Chen was standing in the sky above Kyushu. The family heirloom purple jade bracelet suddenly burst open, and the golden light flashed. Rush into the water of the Yellow River below. The Yellow River roared. Like a dragon dancing.

After the water of the Yellow River rushes into the East China Sea, endless brilliant golden light condenses in the Hanhai Sea. It was the ancestral dragon ball that was shattered in the middle of the sea. From all directions, they converged on Dragon Island.

Until now. Giant cities, deep valleys, deserts, and Lishan that have come across borders have gradually appeared overseas. The only dragon island that didn't really emerge also came at this moment.

Wan Long roared, and Dragon Island was unsealed.

All the huge shadows that came from across the border really descended on the human world, and at this moment, the human world seemed to be enlarged a lot, and many regions that had never appeared overseas before, and some places were even connected to Kyushu.

At this moment, the aura is overwhelming, not only in Kyushu. And that's even farther away in the West. The once sealed was loosened at this moment. The aura fills the heavens and the earth, reproducing the scene of the holy land of cultivation in the human world in ancient times.

At the same time, the nine Changming ancient lamps in the sky were rapidly gathering together. Then they rushed to Yongzhou together.

A huge stone monument in the sky is like a cause. It stands there like a huge mountain. The clouds surged. It is impossible for the people of the earth to see it.

Xiao Chen came here as if he had been summoned, and he recognized that this was the ancient monument of the Yellow River. He felt the vicissitudes of time, as if the eternal years had condensed in front of him. And then flew by.

The heart is throbbing, the words are difficult to express, and he stands silently. Gaze at the Celestial Monument. In the end, Xiao Chen watched the Heavenly Monument become more and more faint, and then completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

Followed by. He felt a strange movement coming from the direction of Yongzhou, and the heavenly monument above the dead city seemed to be rising into the air and was about to go away.

Sure enough, just a moment later, a huge monument rushed to the highest place in Kyushu. Standing in front of Xiao Chen. It's about to disappear.

The gang wind blows. It was raining flowers in the sky.

A moment later, a middle-aged scribe dressed in a gossip diagram and a lupine scarf stepped on the clouds elegantly.

Xiao Chen recognized. This is the fortune teller who once met in the imperial capital.

He came straight to Xiao Chen and said, "I'm here to see you off, go all the way, and go to the dead city to recruit heroic spirits." 100,000 dead soldiers destroy the false gods. ”

Xiao Chen didn't say anything. But I already know who this person is in front of me. The only person who wears the gossip of the day after tomorrow is King Wen of Zhou in ancient times.

Fu Xi created the innate Yi. It is also called the innate gossip; Shennong's creation of Lianshan Yi, also called Lianshan Bagua; Xuanyuan's creation of Guizang Yi, also called Guizang Bagua.

Zhou Wen Wang Jichang summed up the experience of his predecessors and set a record of 64 hexagrams of Zhou Yi, if in terms of calculation ability, except for the ancestral gods. There are few people in the world who can match others.

"Do you have any other wishes?"

Xiao Chen shook his head and said nothing. I watched the stone monument in the sky slowly disappear. He felt a powerful force sweeping from the direction of Yongzhou. It seemed to beckon him to go.

"Boom!"

In the distant East China Sea, the war clan erupted with a thousand rays of light, and the murderous aura rushed straight to the sky, as if they felt that there was a drastic change in the heavens and the earth, and the dragon roar that made the Hanhai furious rose above the Dragon Island. The barbarian dragon awakens and regains his divinity. It was not the new ancestral dragon that lifted the seal of the dragon clan, but the power of the ancestral dragon land of the Yellow River that had passed away.

All over Kyushu and overseas. Endless light rushed from all over the dense land, which was the instinctive manifestation of the strong man's abnormality to heaven and earth. Everyone sensed a destructive aura erupting in the direction of Yongzhou.

A little bit of bright red blood oozed from Xiao Chen's forehead. The magic pattern in the center is throbbing. Then a pitch-black space was opened, and the dead city shrouded in black fog showed a hazy phantom, which seemed to be in front of it.

He stepped forward. Disappeared into the sky in an instant. The land of Kyushu trembled.

The next moment. Xiao Chen appeared on the wall of the Dead City. It was as if the heavens and the earth had fallen into darkness. It was as if a huge black canopy covered everything. I can't see my fingers.

Nine ancient lamps never go out. Descending from the sky. Frozen in the sky above the Dead City. The reflection of the black mist in the giant city is blurry, and it looks a little eerie and terrifying.

The clouds were surging, the dead city was rioting, and every building was shaking. It seems that there are prisoners in each room who want to get out.

As for the street, there were already dense shadows, as if there was an endless grim reaper walking. There are also many behemoths taking heavy steps, and through the faint ***, you can see that the mountain-like shadow scale armor is abnormal, and it is actually a brute dragon and all kinds of unheard of and unseen giant beasts.

And in the middle of the dead city seemed to have a terrifying demonic nature, a bird's light shot straight into the sky, revealing huge fluctuations, and the sound of a long bell came. The death knell is ringing.

It was the place where the Heavenly Monument was suppressed, and it was obvious that the birdlight came from the magic well. This is the so-called "abyss of sin".

The bell rings between heaven and earth. The land of Kyushu is shaking. The powerful in the world are panicked.

The heavens and the earth shook, as if the eternal years were repeating themselves in the present day, and many phantoms reappeared in the world.

The giant that stands between heaven and earth. Split the ignorance of silence. The world is full of hope for life. He is the backbone of the earth, and his ancestors struggled in the wilderness, throwing their heads and spilling their blood, and continuing the hope of life. Cutting thorns, expanding the way, one after the other. Flesh and blood are soaked in mud, like mountains of bones. Leads to a bright front......

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

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

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

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

Thousands of years later. The piano is harmonious, the silk and bamboo are melodious, and the most holy avenue is praised Yongchang.

Who else remembers. The Suiren Clan lit up the way forward for the Terrans.

How can you forget. Shennong tasted a hundred herbs and buried his bones elsewhere.

Does anyone know? Nuwa wept blood to make up for the sky, and with the essence of flesh and blood, our human race continued to prosper.

Songs of prosperity. The avenue is on the top. An illusory divine comedy buries the ancestors for thousands of years.

All beings are like ants, the avenue is ahead, and harmony is always singing. There is no mention of Yan and Huang.

Inexplicably heartbroken.

Magnificent temple. Majestic palace. The false gods are in front of them, 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?

The hope of your ancestors runs in your blood.

Just talk about the avenue and harmony. The national spirit is buried.

The blood of the firmament, the spirit of the earth, yin and yang are at war. Weeping blood and yellow.

Ancestral blood and tears. Can it impress your hard-hearted heart?"

Pictures emerge from the world. The ancient ballad is intermittent. It's like heaven and earth weeping blood.

Xiao Chen stood on top of the dead city. Before I knew it, I was already in tears. muttered to himself, "Do you remember that there is a name called Yan Huang." You have the hope of your ancestors in your blood......"

The eight heavenly sounds in the yellow mud platform resounded in unison, vibrating out of the acupoint space, carrying Xiao Chen into the dead city. Nine magic lamps swooped down in the sky. Surrounded by him. The bright light went straight to the sky.

"Boom ......"

The dead city is shaking, and the army of 100,000 dead is roaring. Shake Kyushu.

In the midst of a magnificent megacity. All the streets shimmered with cold light. The ancient armor is dusty. But the momentum of the warriors remains. The hands waved the rusty bronze ancient soldiers, and the killing spirit condensed on the ancient streets.

This is a real powerhouse who was once lost in the dead city, but at this moment it seems that he has forgotten everything and has become a member of the army of death.

Far space. After listening to the ancient ballad, King Wen of Zhou listened to Ji Chang, burst into tears, and said, "Endless years ago. Yin and yang reversed, the real world was greatly injured, and the ancestors left the country in gloom. The dead city has reappeared, and this time it will be reversed. The dead will be illusory. ”

The dead city is no longer silent, as if it has been resurrected. Despite the deep clouds, the endless shadow of war could still be seen moving.

Birdlight rushes into the sky. The demons in the center of the dead city erupted. It's a bottomless abyss, like it has endless magic. A terrible requiem was heard.

The death knell resounded across the earth, and all the half-ancestors were called by death.

"Original ......"

"Passage to the ......"

"Helios ......"

"White Tiger ......"

......

Bells chime. Shake the heavens and the earth. Although there was no real shouting. But many of the Half-Ancestors sensed that they were being summoned by a voice.

At this moment, not only the human realm was in great turmoil, but also the immortal realm and the cultivation realm, and even further, it seemed that heaven and earth were about to be torn apart.

All illusions will cease to exist. It's far from real. except for the world. How many are left in the end?

An irresistible force surged up from the well of the Dead City. Forcibly summoned the White Tiger Holy Emperor, the Three Infant Holy Monarchs, and the Sun Holy Spirit.

Primitive, Tongtian, Zhun Ti, etc. did not resist. All of them should be summoned, because this is their only chance, and at this moment, many demi-ancestors have joined forces to fight against the streets. Maybe there's hope.

The White Tiger Holy Emperor and the Sun Holy Spirit were the first to arrive. The two didn't say anything. Far away in the sky outside the dead city, he shot at Xiao Chen.

A round of the sun burst into a thousand rays of light. Towards Xiao Chen. And the incantations in the sky are overwhelming. Envelop Xiao Chen.

Huang Nitai Xuan Huang is angry. Blocked all the attacks, and failed to hurt Xiao Chen in the slightest.

Of course. And that's just the beginning. The bridge of death in the sky emerged, and another half-ancestor came.

The huge dead bridge fell from the sky, colliding with Xiao Chen and Huang Nitai. Of course it is impossible to bump into. But the real goal of the old stone bridge is the magic well. Straight down.

"Boom"

Yongzhou shook. As if it had burst a crater, the majestic energy in the magic well violently rushed out. The bridge to heaven and death was naturally shaken away. Endless clouds are surging.

Nine ancient lamps sparkled brilliantly. Xiao Chen clearly saw a figure being shaken out of the abyss. Kuiwei's body was already stiff. He fell straight down in the open space next to the magic well.

"There's Chao!"

There was a scream in the sky, and a half-ancestor recognized the identity of the corpse.

The endless years of the lost abyss are now rediscovered. The ancestral gods are long gone.

Before the illusory half-ancestor was destroyed, the corpse of the real ancestor god appeared first. That's not a sign.

Far space. King Zhou Wen frowned and said, "How can this be." Is there still a living ancestral god? Even if they survived. Is that still them?"

In a moment, more than a dozen people had already arrived, and they all stared at the corpse of Youchao's land, and then with a shout, they all rushed over, trying to grab their hands.

"The dry and hard yellow mud is the plasma of the earth, and the bones like mountains are the sorrow of the ancestors.

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

The ancient ballad sounded, and the stiff corpse of the Chao clan. Blood and tears rolled down from his face, and then exploded with a bang, and the broken flesh rushed towards the yellow mud platform. It condensed on it and turned into yellow mud.

Xiao Chen had never been so heavy in mood as he was today. The indescribable feeling of depression made him feel like crying. He muttered: "The blood and tears of the ancestors." Can it impress your hard-hearted heart?"

Right here and now. Xiao Chen's broken stone man seemed to be awakened by the ancient song, and woke up from the state of sitting cross-legged. Stand up!

Xiao Chendi's limbs made a "Titica" sound of broken bones. The Broken Stone Man fused with him from the inside out. His arms and legs were completely petrified, and the four battle swords jumped out of the acupoint space on their own, blooming with sky-high sword light!