After the First World War, Zhu Yuan's fame rose to prominence, which can be described as a flourishing moment.

Instead of looking to the past, people's eyes are looking to the future.

Hanging walls are a thing of the past. But the tiger is in the future tense.

For those who couldn't watch the hanging wall, they looked forward to fighting even more.

There is only one last day in the battle of the tiger's end.

At the foot of the imperial city, rumors spread everywhere, and countless ears rushed to tell each other. According to the grapevine, in order to defeat Zhu Yuan this time, Bai Long borrowed the ancient magic weapon from Shizun, suppressed his cultivation for more than two years, and opened the seal a day ago, and he had broken through.

Zhuang Shen's fighting spirit in his eyes was undiminished, he watched the battle on the hanging wall, and understood that the cloudless sword had nothing to do with him, but he was not depressed, the path of cultivating the truth, it was impossible for everything to go well, people were determined to win the day, and they could only rely on themselves. On the second day, he asked the master for instructions and began to enter the infinite retreat and comprehend the ancient path.

"Have you decided to enter the Immortal Cultivation Dao?" "The white dragon was snow-white, like clouds in the sky, with a trace of charm to outline the mysteries of heaven and earth, leaning against the pavilion and saying leisurely.

"Zhu Yuan enlightened me, what is immortality? Fight with the sky, fight with the earth, fight for chance, fight against the red dust, this is his way, what I understand is to seek eternity in silence, build heaven and earth in the dust, I want to compare time with the sky, and fight for eternity with the earth, this is my way. Trust me, White Dragon. The day I leave the customs will be the time when I make a name for myself. His eyes were blazing, and his whole person revealed the charm of a peerless master.

After he said these words, on the outstanding mountain of the sky, Ruicai was repeated, and several spirit beasts rushed to it, and several divine senses emanated from it, as if congratulating the god of Zhuang.

"I won't stop you, you're my good brother. I look forward to the moment you are born. The white dragon patted Zhuang Shen's shoulder, and the two of them formed a heaven and earth around them, and the spirit lingered inside, and the five colors rose together.

"How sure are you in the battle?" asked Zhuang Shen.

Bai Long was leisurely and said softly: "How about victory, how about defeat? But a fine sand in the red dust is just a flower destined to wither on this shore." Why do you care so much? This is my way. ”

Haha····

Zhuang Shen laughed: "I've known you for so long, it turns out that you are such an indifferent person to fame and fortune." The avenue is natural, and the character is determined. On the way of cultivation, with your company, it is not in vain. White Dragon, I'm leaving. There is no need to send me, this will be the starting point of my cultivation, the path of eternal life. ”

"Good. This is my monastic path: the path of heaven. ”

Suddenly, a stunning peony appeared in the void, purple and red, tempting the world, the stamens are open and fragrant, nostalgic, each petal seems to have consciousness, the lines on it are clear, all are Dao pattern techniques.

Zhuang Shen paced forward, behind him was a golden avenue, there was no beginning, there was no end, the road floated in the void, the road was full of thorns, a child, a toddler, trembling and towering on it, his eyes were resolute and energetic.

The white dragon stood on the mountain, staring at the Zhuang Shen who was gradually moving away, and thought: Immortal cultivation Dao, no one has succeeded in ancient times, Zhuang Shen, I believe you.

After cultivating the road and losing the mountain, lay the foundation, seek self, and find your own unique path.

The two said goodbye, and when they said goodbye, I don't know if it was the vicissitudes of life, or the world was fighting?

The next day, Zhu Yuan came back to his senses from his cultivation.

"The way of war. Ha ha. Zhu Yuan penetrated the avenue, his heart was refreshed, he looked up to the sky and drank loudly, shocked the mountains and rivers, and the mountains were clear.

He is too strong to kill, has almost no defensive moves, and takes offense as defense, which can be described as a genius in battle.

If you come out for battle, you must die for battle, this is the way of war.

The stars evolved into the sky, and the clouds covered everything, and Zhu Yuan used it flexibly, trying to refer to the Wukong Xuan Divine Formula, blending his own divine prescription, and turning the two into one.

Dao patterns, spells, and sigils appeared one another, abounding all over the sky, and the whole space seemed to wander and kill thoughts, destroying all existence, and if it weren't for the appearance of the enchantment, this place would definitely not exist.

Time flies.

Half a day later, Zhu Yuan stood up, his eyes were on fire, scattering golden light, like a god descending to earth, dominating the world, striding over, the top of the mountain, under the sun and the moon, he pointed his words, the Dao pattern killing array, overwhelming, endless, the power of the mixed element was mixed in it, forming a unique trick.

Heaven and earth are discolored, time stands still, and only Dao patterns exist in the whole space, and the mountains are swaying, as if they may be broken at any time.

In the blink of a finger, all the power bloomed, the attacks converged, the holes eroded all, the thunderstorms gusted, the rain poured down, the trees uprooted, flying upside down for kilometers, and countless stones broke away from the mountain peaks and flew into the distance.

Zhu Yuan was calm as usual, his fingers were slightly bent, all the power disappeared in an instant, the clouds were light and the wind was light, the heavens and the earth returned to calm, and the wind just now seemed to be non-existent.

He stood on the top of the mountain, full of spirit, his clothes fluttering, and he seemed to be a man of the world.

Half-vanity appeared, the color of satisfaction overflowed on his face, his hands were behind his back, the purple robe was attached to the old body, the charm emerged, all the trees and stones returned to their original positions, and the space returned to its previous appearance.

"The battle spell is really not a loss of the ancient body of the desolation. Your realm breakthrough is too fast, can you comprehend it thoroughly? The next level, Dao Mountain, the path of enlightenment, there are too many resentments, and I can't help cultivating you. ”

"Old man, you're here. I... I don't control it, I'm sorry. "Zhu Yuan comprehended the Wordless Sutra and found a trick called: The killing technique of one finger of heaven and earth.

He immediately cultivated, and it was beyond imagination to cause such a powerful attack.

One finger of heaven and earth, compressing all the power in one finger, ramming the inexplicable power, pouring out madly, hissing the sky and the earth, the sun and the moon have no light, the strong emitted, can destroy a world, can also create a world. The so-called two sides of one thing, there is disappearance, there is birth.

He only comprehended it slightly, but it can be imagined what it looks like after being profound.

"The afterlife is terrifying. But it is also necessary to pay attention to the fact that if a person's killing intent is too strong, his own path is too arrogant, and he is taboo in the way of heaven, he will be killed. Remember, remember. Ancient people abound, but they can only drink the water of the Yellow Spring and go to the way of reincarnation, which is the reason. ”

The way of heaven is the limit that cannot be surpassed.

Zhu Yuan said: "Thank you for the reminder." ”

Half-vanity said: "The initial spell of the universe, I hope it doesn't happen to you. Heavenly Dao will not let go of any strong person. It's sad and it's a check and balance. You need to keep that in mind."

When Zhu Yuan heard this, countless questions arose in his heart, and he needed the old man to answer: "Heavenly Dao, does it really exist? What was the beginning of the universe? What happened in ancient times? Can you tell me, old man?"

Zhu Yuan is like a child, asking childish language.

Half-empty cough, looking at Zhu Yuan's inquisitive eyes, he sighed in his heart, and said slowly:

"At the beginning of heaven and earth, the universe was chaotic, and countless monks were invincible, sweeping away the filthy qi, creating worlds one by one, piece by plane, and thousands of magnificence. Thousands of years have not passed. But as the years passed, they felt that there was always an eye peeping in the dark, and the inexplicable palpitating energy prompted them to fight in a group. ”

Half-empty did not hide his selfishness, and said without reservation: "I don't know how much time has passed, the ancient monks were suppressed and breathless, and finally a holy body sword cultivator made a hand and swung his sword to the sky, which was about to tear the sky and be independent and respectful. ”

Zhu Yuan pondered and asked, "Sword cultivation?"

"The monk was a flash in the pan, fighting the heavens for a whole year, and the Blessed Sacrament ran out of energy and disappeared into the crowd. However, there are two of them, a hundred years later, another monk challenged the way of heaven, indifferently waved his sword in the sky, and the battle that lasted for ten years permeated all planes, full of fighting spirit, and the breath was crazy, but in the end it also returned to dust, he smiled lightly, and the smile stayed in the sky, which was chic and relieved.

The scholar waved his sword angrily, just to shake the Xuan Zodiac.

After a thousand years,

The powerful monks sensed the passage of life, and the irresistible force eroded the heavens and seas, swimming away hundreds of corpses, and they knew that this was the intention of the Heavenly Dao.

The first group of powerhouses who spied on Heaven's will and created the world finally came to an end, and they could not sit still and had to start the final battle of preaching.

This is a yin and yang, a reincarnation.

The cultivators began to challenge the omnipresent Heavenly Dao.

The dark days, the turbulent years, lasted for a whole century, countless mortals became dust, the plane collapsed, the world was destroyed, the monks disappeared into the sky one after another, the only thing they had in common was a smile on their faces, and they resolutely died.

When the last monk fought the Heavenly Dao alone, he had to ask to understand that they were supreme pioneers with monstrous power. He is worshiped as a god by the world, but he can't even disobey a small way of heaven, why is this?

He was unwilling, so that at the last moment, he committed suicide, he was arrogant, despising everything, in his opinion, Heavenly Dao, did not have the ability to kill him, he always doubted, Heavenly Dao used power to devour their power.

He is an iron and strong man, and he will not allow such a vile thing to happen, and he proves his way and his pride with his death.

He was the last man of the century.

The half-empty old man finished his speech and looked at Zhu Yuan.

For the first time, Zhu Yuan felt that cultivation was so mysterious, the existence of the Heavenly Dao, what a fact that could not be believed. Where did the devoured power of the ancient powerhouses go? Why did those people go to their deaths? There are too many mysteries for them to know.

Heaven and earth are yellow, the universe is desolate, what is it that breaks the shackles and creates the avenue?

He listened like a dream, he was fascinated, too many questions gathered between his lips, and he couldn't come out, and finally only asked, "What about after that?"

"Hundreds of millions of years of waiting have appeared in the ancient period, and it is also an era when demons are full of evil and gods are born. ”

At that time, there were many sects, dragons and snakes rose together, the gods and demons, the human race, and even the demons were all born, countless geniuses fell, countless god kings were born, and miracles and myths were created.

At that time, the ancient body of the flood desolation can be described as outstanding, proud of the world, the ancient body of the great desolation, it is not a problem to destroy a sect in an instant, the combat power is fierce, and it is unparalleled in the world.

That period is known as the Antiquity Flood Period.

Zhu Yuan pondered for a long time, and the old man was very good to him, so he decided to tell the old man the secret: "What about the Ten Thousand Gods?"

Frightened and indescribably obscure appeared on his half-empty and calm face, he looked at Zhu Yuan and said, "Wan Shendao, you mean Shendao, right?"

Zhu Yuan seemed to understate: "I am a disciple of the Ten Thousand Gods, tracing back to the origin, I will never let the predecessors of the Divine Dao Sect disappointed." ”

"There is affection and righteousness. Good. ”

The half-empty old man continued.

The Tao of Ten Thousand Gods, commonly known as the Ten Thousand Divine Sect People, the Tao they practice is called: Ancient Shinto. It is said that the reason for imitating the cultivation rules of the ancient monks is that the founder obtained the immortal fruit born from the Chaos Tree, participated in the Shinto, and possessed the power of the Heavenly Dao.

The Chaos Tree, the mysterious existence at the beginning of the world, legend has it that every world is a leaf on a tree.

Hundreds of millions of years have passed, the prestige of the Tao of God has spread far and wide, and the last Dao Venerable, that is, the son of the Divine Dao, wants to create a desolate ancient realm, communicate with the ancient gods, cultivate evil arts, and be eroded by the demon body, and then you should know what happened, he finally succeeded in blocking the demon body and entered reincarnation by himself.

At that time, Pantheon was already scarred and in name only, and after a thousand years, it could only disappear into endless years. The enlightened monks scattered, and in the end they were no more than a handful of loess.

Until today, at the foot of the imperial city, your arrival has set sail again, I don't know if you can create the style of the Ten Thousand Gods?

Once the son of heaven is dust, but the loess is reincarnated.

There is no vertical difference between monks and mortals, only the length of the horizontal.

The half-empty old man said gently: "Having said so much, I have a word to remind you, the road of the Taoist Lord is hard and obscure, the killing is too strong, there are too many resentments, and you are on the road to becoming an immortal, remember one sentence: people are doing it, and the sky is watching." "He disappeared into the valley.

Zhu Yuan stared at it for a long time, was silent for three minutes, looked up to the sky and laughed, saw through the crux of the problem, and was not afraid at all.

Where does resentment come from, it is the unwillingness of the good and the excuse of the evil. The evil people in the world have countless excuses, if the way of heaven is born of evil, then he is just a villain who acts for the tiger, why am I afraid?

After realizing his true nature, Zhu Yuan continued to sit cross-legged and cultivate.

The half-empty old man did not go far, and was overjoyed to hear such words.

I really hope that you can grow quickly, fight majesticly, and regain the power of the gods.

Under the clear sky, the monks rose and fell, shoulder to shoulder, and the cars flowed like dragons. Within a hundred miles, there is no mortal.

Several platforms of the void were temporarily sacrificed, and countless gambling houses suddenly appeared, in full swing, roaring continuously.

People were tearing their necks, their faces flushed, and shouting at their multiples.

In just one night, the multiplier of the White Dragon Saint Son reached fifty times, and a piece of broken yuan was returned to fifty. It's a big gamble. And Zhu Yuan's winning multiple is only five escorts. However, there are still many people who press Zhu Yuan.

Although Zhu Yuan is a recent star, compared to the long-established White Dragon, his performance is also amazing, and many people think that he may defeat the White Dragon.

The largest gambling house in the Lingshen Continent, Shence Fang, has become the most lively venue here.

Tiger is in the end, it is a natural treasure land, the two sides of the high platform are exposed, echoing each other from afar, easy to defend and difficult to attack, separated by thousands of meters, from a distance, like the two canine teeth of the saber-toothed tiger, falling here. The name of the tiger is derived from this.

Under the tiger, there is the abyss of thousands of paths and people, and under the black rays, it is gloomy and numb, making a whining sound, making everyone frightened, and they don't know what exists below.

Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and yin and yang cut the dawn. Suffice it to say that this place is mysterious.

The breeze brings a refreshing air, the dust is rolled up on the high platform, and the trees around the sky are swaying with the wind.

As soon as the sun rose, countless seats had come, surrounding the tiger platform, there were more than a dozen powers, and everyone had different expressions and postures.

The moment of the storm, the battlefield of all eyes.

A symbol echoed in everyone's hearts: the first battle of the new gods will begin here, and then spread, and many vertical and horizontal geniuses will be wiped out in the long river of cultivation.

Twenty years is too long, seize the day.