At Xuantian's request, the old man of time and space took Xuantian to travel and came to the path of trial seven thousand years ago.

"Whoa!", they walked out of the space-time tunnel and onto the ground.

On this day 7,000 years ago, the heavens and the earth were dark, and the sky was covered with dark clouds, as if the end was coming, and even the monks would be terrified in the face of such a scene.

On a big rock in the distance, there stood a young man in black, his hair was flying, his eyes were looking at the sky, and his black robe was blowing in the wind.

He is so conspicuous, and his whole body exudes an ethereal aura, which sets it off extremely extraordinary.

"Three-eyed Langjun......" Xuantian groaned, quietly looking at this black roaring young man, his eyes half-squinted, and his expression solemn.

From the body of the young man in front of him, he felt a terrifying 'momentum!', which seemed to be able to break through everything.

"Whoa!" On the side, the crack reappeared, and the old man of time and space had a bad premonition, so he slipped away in advance and hid in the tunnel.

Over there, the black roaring boy seemed to sense it, and turned his head to look this way. He had three eyes, two of which exuded a terrifying glow, and the third vertical eye on his forehead was even more terrifying, unexpectedly blooming with cold electricity.

Xuantian looked at him and watched it quietly for a few minutes. Ordinary wait-and-see, as a result, the two collided with sparks in the air, and they competed with their eyes.

In the end, it was Xuantian who took the lead in breaking the deadlock, closing his eyes and stopping the competition.

He opened his mouth and asked directly, saying, "The monk has attained enlightenment for the clay figure, and the process is mysterious and complicated, please give me advice." ”

"Boom!"

However, the response that Xuantian got turned out to be a large palm that had been conjured, and the black roaring boy gently moved his hand to control the big hand to cover it.

Xuantian frowned, this person was so rude. He slapped his backhand, and greeted him the same, "Boom!", and smashed the big hand.

"You're strong. The black roaring young man spoke, and he spit out three words, and then his body turned into a black mang, killing Xuantian.

Perhaps, this is how the strong communicate with each other. There is not too much language, see the article in the real effort.

Xuantian stared at it, released static electricity, and took steps at this moment, one kilometer at a time, and greeted each other.

He was not afraid, on the contrary, he was full of fighting spirit, and his whole body exuded a golden light, condensed into armor, wanting to see for a moment how terrifying this former first god was.

"Boom!"

Just the first blow collided, and the fluctuations emitted swallowed mountains and rivers, as if they could sweep the entire world.

In this way, the two peerless Tianjiao, after 7,000 years, collided together and played a brilliant light.

It was a wonderful battle that can go down in history. It is a genius boy of two generations, and he has a peak duel.

"Heaven Killing Fist!" the black roaring boy roared, integrating the murderous aura into his own attack, and then swung his iron fist, with a murderous aura, and blasted towards Xuantian's head.

"Returning to the sky!" Xuantian roared angrily, and also played a terrifying supernatural power, condensing the power of yin and yang at his fingertips to fight back.

They fought together, and they were inseparable. For a whole hour, there was still no burden.

"Click!"

I don't know why, the clouds in the sky began to surge, and a terrifying aura descended, as if there was an angry giant beast lurking inside.

"You're really strong. Unfortunately, I don't have time to fight you anymore, and the final blow will be known. The black-clothed young man spoke, opened the third vertical eye in his forehead, and shot a terrifying beam of light from the roar of the avenue, rushing towards Xuantian.

Xuantian stared, and the cold hairs on his body stood up, this blow was too terrifying, it could definitely kill any powerhouse of the same level.

"Boom!"

In the end, Xuantian still blocked it. The terrifying beam of light finally shot into Xuantian's chest, crashing into an earthy yellow mist, scattering a lot of light rain and disappearing.

It was precisely because of the opportunity of these clay figurines that they were blocking this terrible beam of light.

"Haha. You're strong, I don't know where you're from, but you're really happy......" The black roaring boy laughed, his hair flying all over his head, as if he were crazy.

Xuantian looked at this young man, and the aura of his whole body slowly dissipated, fading into a fighting state. After a few minutes, the black roaring boy seemed to have laughed enough, and looked back and softly spat out two words.

"Goodbye. ”

"Hmm, where are you going?" Xuantian was puzzled. But soon, he came to his senses and suddenly remembered what he had seen.

This boy was eventually killed by lightning.

Sure enough, thunder and lightning were brewing in the sky, and thunder silk had already appeared, and a black thunderbolt quickly formed, slashing towards the black roaring boy.

"The innate spirit, the peak of enlightenment, the mirror is the ...... of heaven" At the moment when the heavenly punishment appeared, the black roaring young man opened his mouth and hurriedly left such a paragraph. Then, with a roar, his body was cleaved to powder by lightning, and even his soul was destroyed.

Xuantian looked at the place where the black roaring boy disappeared and sighed. It's a pity that a generation of strong people just disappeared like this.

However, he has no ability to change the power of heavenly punishment, and the monk can only accept the blow of this thunder of destruction and meet death.

After a long time, Xuantian woke up from his injuries, and kept savoring the words just now.

"The innate spirit, the peak of enlightenment, the mirror is the sky?" he repeated, seeking inspiration from it.

Gradually, he seemed to have an understanding. The innate spirit probably refers to the things that you have obtained by nature, and with the meaning of the following, it should refer to the spirit tripod and spirit mirror condensed by yourself.

Enlightenment requires a tripod and a mirror, which Xuantian already knows from the mouth of the white turtle.

"The Lingding that can become enlightened, but the Lingjing is the sky, why is this?" he muttered, but he was puzzled by the second half of the sentence, and he thought about it for two hours, but he still had no clue.

"Forget it, let's go ask the others again!" Xuantian shook his head, gave up thinking, and decided to ask other geniuses again.

He stood up, intending to shatter the void and remind the old man of time and space to come out. However, just as he was about to act, a crack opened in the air, and the old fellow came out with a large bell in his arms.

"Can you know my heart, know that I need you now?" Xuantian was stunned, this old man came too coincidentally, as if he could read minds.

"No, I just feel that the punishment has passed, so come out to see if you are still alive. The old man said, and the words he spoke were very unlucky, making Xuantian's face dark.

If these words were spoken by the white turtle, I am afraid that they would have eaten Xuantian's fist long ago. However, since it was said by this old man, Xuantian could only wrinkle his nose and not take it seriously.

"Old man, I have some things that need to be clarified, please take me back to 20,000 years ago. Xuantian said frankly and made a direct request.

"20,000 years, that's my limit. If you want to go over, you can, but I don't know if you can rewind to the time you need. The Old Man said, frowning.

"Even if it's not enough, I won't blame you. Give it a try. Xuantian smiled, naturally.

"Alright, let's go. The old man said, picked up the time and space clock, and carried Xuantian back to the past.

Soon, they came to 20,000 years ago. The time collected by the old man was just enough, and Xuantian met the genius boy as he wished.

The phrase "a hundred flowers bloom, all wither ......" still lingers in Xuantian's ears, and it is the genius's sigh before he died.

Looking back on the past of this Tianjiao, he was born in an era of rising geniuses, and all kinds of geniuses emerged in an endless stream, with a hundred flowers appearing and competing to open up.

This genius boy is even more of a genius, relying on his own strength, he swept away all strong enemies, but in the end he was also seriously injured and died of incurability.

When Xuantian appeared, this genius boy had already finished the last hard battle, and although he won the opponent, he was already on the verge of falling.

He stood on top of a barren mountain, with a golden gun in front of him, and his whole body was crumbling, supported by only one gun.

Xuantian's appearance attracted his attention, and he slowly turned his head and looked this way.

"For the sake of Tianjiao's reputation, although you have killed a strong enemy, but you yourself are about to die, is it really worth it?"

Because he had watched the past of this young man, he was no stranger to knowing his last story.

"It's not worth it. The young man opened his mouth and replied in a way that surprised Xuantian.

In his eyes, this teenager fought for his reputation, and even if it cost his life, it was worth it. However, the boy's answer was different from what he imagined.

"My life was bumpy, and when I was young, I had two paths to choose from, one was to have love, and the other was to become a strong person. The genius boy spoke, as if he had found someone to talk to.

Xuantian came to the young man's side, listened quietly, and watched him speak.

"In my eyes, the monk is a very sacred journey. He can make people strong and have everything in the end. In my heart, I have always believed that the weak are cowards and do not deserve to live in this world. The boy spoke, his hands trembling.

Xuantian listened to the narration and felt that there seemed to be a lot of stories in this young man's life.

The boy looked at the sky and continued, "Once, there was a beautiful girl standing in front of me, willing to give her heart to me. However, I did not accept it and resolutely embarked on the path of monasticism with no regrets in my heart. It was only now, when I was dying and my dreams were shattered, that I was in great pain. If I could turn back time, I would choose again and accompany that girl through her life......"

A generation of Tianjiao actually shed tears at this moment.

Perhaps, even this teenager didn't expect that after being strong all his life, he would shed tears at the last moment.

Xuantian gradually lowered his head, his heart was infected, and he also felt a burst of sadness.

What if you become the strongest person in the world? Everyone's goals are different, and their wants must be different.

Xuantian was silent. If it weren't for the fact that there were too many mysteries on his body waiting to be solved, perhaps he would have stopped his path of cultivation and had a short rest.

"A hundred flowers bloom, all wither......" the young man muttered, and gradually knelt on the ground, almost dying, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

Xuantian hurriedly stepped forward and conveyed his divine power to this young man, supporting his breath.

"It's useless, in the end I still have to die, it affects the soul, how can I still survive. The boy shook his head, his life still failing.

"A hundred flowers bloom, but they all wither. Wizards of the ages, how many of them can become clay figures?" Xuantian sighed.

When the young man heard this, he smiled faintly. He may have understood what Xuantian meant, and immediately opened his mouth and expressed his opinion.

"With the tripod as the furnace, the mirror as the cover, the double supplement is double, and the square becomes a clay man......"

After speaking, this genius boy spat out the last breath of turbid breath and fell on Xuantian's knees, already dead.