In the vast continent, there are thousands of ethnic groups, the gods and heroes come out together, the strong flick their fingers to destroy the stars, the god emperor can reclaim the sea with a grain of sand and gravel, and a rotten wood can turn into spring, moving mountains and seas and talking and laughing.

The three kingdoms of God divide the world, and there are 3,000 vassal states, 3,000 great sects, and 3,000 great families under the Kingdom of God.

This is an era when the heavens overwhelm all spirits and the earth swallows blood and bones.

The weak have no right to speak! The dead can only complain to hell! Only the strong can be self-respecting and look down on the common people!

Xuanzong Gate has a total of nine peaks, Xiaolin Peak, back mountain, Qingshui Stream, and under the waterfall.

Fourteen-year-old Chu Moli held a three-foot Chili sword, the three sword flowers were extremely sharp, rolling a water dragon, dancing in all directions, and the speed was extremely fast.

WhewW......

The breeze is swaying, the hunting is sounding, but the immature faces are extremely vigorous, sweat and river water are intertwined, and they can't distinguish each other.

"I'm not willing to be bullied like this for the rest of my life!" Chu Mo left the sword, piercing the waterfall with his speed and sharp sword tip, but his body was swept away by the powerful impact of the waterfall and crashed into the mountain rock next to the clear water.

"Poof......" Chu Moli's qi and blood surged, and without lifting it in one breath, it spurted out directly, and the purple-red blood infected the stream, spreading rapidly, staining the clear stream red.

"Senior Brother Wang, look, that stupid bi is practicing hard again, let's go play him. A subtle voice came from the top of the mountain, which made Chu Moli startled, and hurriedly retreated.

"What's so funny about stupid bi, I've had enough fun in the past few years, just his talent, I'm really too lazy to care, Senior Brother Li, you go play with him, play enough, we should leave, Xiao Lin Feng is about to be disbanded, if it is because Xiao Lin Feng is punished, we will be wronged!" That Senior Brother Wang is a disciple of Qi Tianfeng, Wang Qin, who takes pleasure in bullying Xiao Lin Feng and others on weekdays.

Chu Moli's talent is very poor, so bad that if he hadn't been adopted by Lin Xuan since he was a child, it would be impossible for him to join Xuanzong!

"What do you want to do? Why did you trespass into the back mountain of Xiaolin Peak without permission? Aren't you afraid that the law enforcement elders will know?" Chu Moli asked with a vigilant face while holding the Chili Sword, he was often bullied on weekdays, ranging from a beating to a serious one for three or five days, so he was inexplicably afraid of the disciples of the other main peaks, after all, he was only fourteen years old.

"This idiot doesn't know yet, is this the mountain behind Xiaolin Peak? in a month, it will not belong to Xiaolin Peak, if you change your surname, you will all be expelled from the mountain gate, and even your waste peak master will be demoted to Little Elder, what if we enter Xiaolin Peak now?" Wang Qin sneered.

"Fart! you are not allowed to humiliate my master!" Chu Moli is not afraid of others humiliating himself, what if he is beaten, he can't die, but others can't humiliate his master, because the master has raised him for ten years, like a father and a teacher!

When Wang Qin humiliated Lin Xuan, Chu Moli drew his sword and pointed at the three powerful senior brothers.

"Yo, dare to draw your sword against my senior brother, do you want to die?" At this time, Wang Qin, his junior brother Li Yufeng and a young man named Chen Biao stepped on the mountain rock together, and quickly surrounded Chu Moli, looked at him with disdain, and smashed it towards Chu Moli with his palm.

Chu Moli's talent is too poor, these years of hard cultivation can only reach the first heaven of the martial arts mirror, compared with the three strong men of the sixth or seventh heaven of the other party, the difference is too great, and there is no time to raise the sword, and the Chili sword in his hand was taken away.

Bang......

Chen Biao's sturdy body was extremely powerful, although it was the Sixth Heaven of the Martial Cultivation Mirror, but even the powerhouses of the Seventh Heaven did not dare to fight him in close combat, he raised his foot and kicked Chu Moli into the waterhole fiercely.

Chu Moli felt dizzy in his brain at that time, and the internal organs in his stomach almost vomited, and he drank a few sips of water before he surfaced after a long time, and he kept vomiting wildly.

"Hahaha, this waste, I really laughed to death, even if such a person is expelled from the division in a month, he will be killed, and he will smear the Xuanzong Sect at that time, so it is better to kill him directly today. Li Yufeng said proudly.

"No, kill him today, we belong to the same sect of brutality, and we will be severely punished, wait for a month, expel from the sect, you can do whatever you want." "Wang Qin is a sevenfold realm of cultivating martial arts mirrors, he is very imposing, and his speech is very commanding.

"Hehe, isn't it very simple to kill him without being found out by others, look at me!" Chen Biao dragged the confused Chu Moli up, swung his iron fist, and smashed it into the back of Chu Moli's head.

Rumble...... Airplanes......

With a muffled sound, Chu Moli's body was like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the waterfall, and was knocked into the deep pool by the powerful impact, and the soul in his brain was almost scattered, but the outside was unscathed, but the impact directly smashed his body into the ground and hit the mountain rock below the deep pool.

Chu Moli didn't even have a chance to snort, and fell directly into a coma.

Slowly, the crystal clear waterhole became dirty, blood gushed out, and Chu Moli's body began to float up, motionless.

"Hahaha, when the time comes, it will be said that he is stupid in cultivation, he ran into the waterfall, was hit into the waterhole by the impact of the waterfall, and drowned on the stone, this plot is reasonable, who would make a big deal for a waste?" Chen Biao looked stupid, but he was extremely vicious.

Li Yufeng and Wang Qin pouted, not thinking about Chu Moli's life at all, if they didn't want Chu Moli to die, they would pick it up and send it to Xiaolin Feng now, maybe they could be saved, but it was a pity that they were ruthless.

"We've had enough, let's go. After Wang Qin finished speaking lightly, he took the lead in rushing into the back mountain, and soon disappeared without a trace.

The three of them left, Chu Moli's body was hit by the current, and he kept moving away from the deep pool, and a gust of autumn wind blew his body to the edge of the stream, and blood continued to spill from his forehead.

Chu Mo, who was calm on the outside, was surging in the depths of the sea of knowledge, his soul was constantly tearing, and after being accurate to the tiny atoms, he found that each atom was undergoing drastic changes, and the blood circulation speed in his body was extremely fast, as if it was boiling, roaring in the blood vessels.

"Am I going to die? I'm really unwilling!! I have worked hard for so long, and I have not yet repaid my master's nurturing kindness, and there are still many wishes that have not been fulfilled" Chu Moli was resentful, but he was helpless, and wanted to struggle, but his limbs seemed to no longer belong to him, and he couldn't move.

However, the crazy flow of blood did not lead Chu Mo to die of excessive blood loss, but directly repaired the wound between his foreheads.

The restless blood slowly exudes a golden light, which is completely different from ordinary blood, other people's blood is bright red, but Chu Moli's blood contains a light gold, although it is very light, it is obvious.

Rumble......

The blood traveled through the limbs and hundreds of bones, and finally rushed into the sea of knowledge, rolling the soul, and suddenly the soul exploded, and a large number of memories that did not belong to Chu Moli spread out like an atomic bomb.

In the depths of memory, a vigorous body bathed in a river of blood, commanding the nine heavens, a divine sword pierced through the sky, standing in front of three thousand enemies, pointing to the heavens.

"This Chu Overlord! Today, I will fight with the three thousand gods at the top of the void, see what I can do!" The vigorous man was as proud as the sky, his eyes were like dragon eyes, and the golden light pierced through the void and could break the origin.

"Share the method of opening the dragon vein, otherwise you will be killed and the outside of the sky today, and you will be forever in hell, accompanied by nothingness!" "The three thousand gods will enclose the void tightly, and the water will not be able to leak, and one side will be killed and injured today.

"If you want me to announce the method of opening the dragon vein, it depends on whether you have that qualification!" said Chu Bawang coldly.

The two sides did not compromise for the bottom line, and fought without a word, and the void collapsed in an instant, the Milky Way flowed backwards, the heavens and the earth cracked, the blood of the Cangmang Continent flowed and drifted, the blood of the gods stained the sky red, and all the heavens and ten earths were affected by the divine war, and the fire burned the void.

The man was carrying the tyrannical dragon vein, mad like a real dragon, the tyrant blood in his body was like boiling, and the meridians instantly expanded as wide as the dragon vein, like a humanoid peerless beast, one person swept the heavens and gods, invincible in the world.

However, there are too many strong enemies, so heroic, they actually fell under the curtain of the sky, only to see the blood stained the sky, like a waterfall pouring down, the vast continent was dyed into a red hell at that time, and the heavens and the earth mourned.

In this battle, the god-level powerhouses of the Cangmang Continent were gone, and some of the remaining gods actually killed each other in order to compete for the divine body of the overlord of Chu, and in the end, the god war ended, the gods and spirits of the heavens were all wiped out, and the divine skills ended, making the gods a swan song for the ages and turning into an eternal legend.

The corpses of the overlord of Chu and the three thousand gods also disappeared with the end of the divine war, and no one knew where their corpses were stored, and with the disappearance of time, their deeds only became ethereal legends.

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Chu Moli's mind was a mess, and some inexplicable memories poured out from the depths of his soul, which seemed to be his own and seemed to be the memories of others.

At the same time, two secret techniques that had never been heard of before worked on their own, as if they had been cultivated in their previous lives and were very familiar.

Ba crazy boxing, the basic boxing skills of Ba Xue, a total of nine moves, the move breaks the air, flies the sand and walks the stones, practice to the extreme, punch out of the mystical power, and shatter the earth.

Dragon-shaped phantom step, nine-fold mirror, practice to the peak, can step on the forest leaves, and fly in the sky for a short time!

This is the benefit of opening the hegemony blood, with the recovery of the hegemony blood, there will be more memories appearing in the sea of knowledge, as if a soul is sealed in the sea of knowledge, as Chu Moli becomes stronger, the more memories the other party will restore.

The Tyrant Fist and the Dragon-shaped Phantom Step are both sect-level secret techniques! They are equivalent to the highest level secret techniques of the Xuan Sect, but in the Tyrant Family, they can only be regarded as the most basic boxing skills and footwork!

Chu Moli moved his fingertips slightly, opened his eyes slightly, and couldn't tell whether this was hell or the world, let alone whether the memory just now belonged to him or someone else, and he didn't even know if that figure was himself.

"Ah......" Chu Moli felt a tingling pain in his head, which made him cry involuntarily, and he slowly hugged his head with both hands, trying to calm the panic in his heart.

"Wang Qin, Li Yufeng, Chen Biao, I want you to die!" After a long time, Chu Moli remembered the previous scene, and finally burst out with an eerie and hoarse voice, like a monster crawling out of the depths of hell,

Chu Moli got up with difficulty, and finally found his Chili sword, and kept walking towards Xiaolin Feng with a long sword, but there was a vague and inexplicable temperament in his desolate back, which was domineering, lonely, and arrogant!

The arrogant body was overwhelmed by the merciless rain, the downpour roared, and the lightning and thunder shattered the heavens, as if to drown this merciless world.