"Boom" lightning and thunder, a scene of doomsday, dark clouds cover the sky, and endless killing breath falls from the sky.

The flood at the mouth of the Guanjiang River was monstrous, countless fertile fields were submerged, countless people were killed and injured and missing, and the land of hundreds of miles was full of mourning.

Above the clouds, there are countless gold-armored divine soldiers, whether the people below are miserable or not has nothing to do with them, as for the suffering people, there is naturally a mountain god land to take care of the rescue, and the heaven and earth are orderly and perform their duties.

Their task is to capture the Heavenly Court Princess, who humiliated the Heavenly Emperor and violated the Heavenly Rules, as well as the evil seed who killed all the human and immortal unions, and of course, the mortal scholar who was rebellious and ignorant and defiled the Heavenly Court Princess.

At this moment, except for the two children of the evil race who escaped, a man and a woman, the mortal scholar had already been broken into two and his soul had fallen into the netherworld.

Only this twelve or thirteen-year-old child is left, the majestic and majestic leading general Dianchi Ancestral Crocodile with blue hair and beard, as a golden immortal power, he is the henchman of the Emperor of Heaven.

At this moment, looking at Yang Jiao, the great nephew who humiliated the Emperor of Heaven, was bound by the net of heaven and earth, the eyes of the ancestor crocodile of Dianchi couldn't help but be extremely cold, all the people, gods, ghosts and demons who harmed the interests of the Emperor of Heaven were the objects of his eradication.

The power of the heavens gradually subsided, the clouds and thunder stopped, the heavens and the earth gradually cleared, and the surviving people below trembled, watching a corpse fall from the sky and fall straight into a valley infested with demons and ghosts.

With a "plop", Yang Jiao's corpse fell into a gray valley, which was recorded in the archives of the Heavenly Court.

Of course, no one cared, because there were many strange places for the great god of the flood desolation, and a somewhat strange valley was nothing.

The blood gradually fell silent with the perennial wet earth, and the helpless corpse lay in the mud, dripping with blood within three feet.

There was not a shred of wind in the valley, nothing but the eternal shade of gray, and blood flowed in one place, on a black stone strip with a faint lotus pattern.

Finally, there was a different color in the valley, a touch of black and pure light lit up, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the corpse that had lost all vital signs, and went straight to the Mud Pill Palace from the parway above his head.

In the endless void there is a river that has no roots and no source, not only where it comes from, but also where it goes.

Suddenly from calm to tumbling, the already unpredictable aura became even more peculiar, and the chaos contained an unprecedented taste of intentionality.

His fingers moved slightly, and the pain all over his body was about to crack, Yang Jiao opened his eyes, and the gray light made his eyes quickly adapt to the environment.

He raised his hand and looked at it, although the process was difficult, but he was still very happy.

From the beginning of the world to the present, it has always been a stone, and now that it is gone, how can it not be surprised.

Standing up a little staggeringly, Yang Jiao Tengda twitched all over his body, his teeth were clenched, and the sweat flowed out, and his face was pale without a trace of variegation.

Suddenly, a blood-red bead appeared beside him, crystal clear, and it was difficult for the countless jade gems in the world to meet its chances.

Because, this is the first drop of blood that dripped from the Pangu god who opened the world, and later absorbed the blood of all races in the heaven and earth, fused and condensed.

This is the only thing that Yang Jiao has completed since the beginning of the world, and the endless years have given him enough time to plan slowly.

Tearing open the flesh and blood on his chest vigorously, this body full of holes was already on the verge of collapse.

Now that he was torn up again, it was even worse, and the blood beads were attracted and fell directly into Yang Jiao's heart.

The originally thin body became ten zhang in size, and the body instantly shone brightly, the body slowly rose, the clothes scattered in all directions, and the body turned into a mess.

After a while, it seemed that the body was arranged in order, and began to appear slowly, and one hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred hairs were windless and automatic, about seven feet long, black and thick.

Two thick straight eyebrows, straight into the temples, like two swords that dominate the world. The base of the nose is straight, and the bridge of the nose appears tall and tough.

A pair of bright eyes, as proud as a dragon, lips are not too thin or too thick, but there is a hint of stubbornness.

The face shape is a slightly softer oval, which sets off him with less domineering, but a little more agile.

His skin was not too white, it was a healthy complexion, and he stood there so clearly, still twelve or thirteen years old.

After this transformation, both appearance and temperament have become extraordinarily different, and at this moment, even if his biological parents stand in front of him, they will never recognize that this is their son.

After being confused for a long time, Yang Jiao came back to his senses, suddenly walked in front of a waterhole, and looked at his appearance by the reflected water.

Whoever has experienced endless years of loneliness, all the seven emotions and six desires will be worn away.

Looking at the young man's appearance reflected in the waterhole, the corners of Yang Jiao's mouth were reluctant, and a far-fetched smile was pulled, which was also the only time his expression was reflected in the endless years.

Who am I? I'm Yang Jiao. Where did I come from? I came from after all eternity. has also lived from the beginning of the world to the present.

The contradiction between the past and the future is not reflected in me, at this moment, Yang Jiao's only idea is to live and go out to see the world.

A large, soft tree grew, and the bark was stripped and a simple primitive garment was made out of tiny vines.

Yang Jiao took the first step in this life, and what he stepped out to change would not be, it was his fate alone, and perhaps the fate of this heaven and earth.

Sitting on a mountain road that was waded out by an unknown huge animal, Yang Jiao was a little confused, there were mountains all around, and there were trees all around.

There were earth-shattering roars everywhere, so that he, a little fresh meat, didn't know where to go, so that he could avoid becoming a big piece of dung.

Extremely bored, he picked up the stones on the ground and fiddled with them, and before he knew it, the prototype of a city was formed.

Although simple, but also has a rugged beauty, in this life his hands are particularly dexterous, after countless years of precipitation, his soul has been sublimated countless times.

Just as he was concentrating on carving his handiwork, an inexplicable voice came from his ear, "Little friend, the old way is going to pass from here, please make way, okay?"

The voice is kind and plain, distant and mysterious, making people like Fenglunyin, Yang Jiao was instantly moved, stood up and prepared to obediently get out of the way.

Suddenly, there was a slight movement in his mind, and suddenly he came to his senses, and turned to look at the person in some surprise.

I saw a purple robe and silk robe, snow-white long eyebrows hanging down, a pair of eyes containing chaos, looking at him with some interest, and a green ox with a divine horse on the seat, like a green jade carving.

There is a cloth silk on the horns of the green ox, the texture is so profound and unpredictable that if you don't see the old Taoist around, you will probably ignore him as if he were a tree or a stone.

Yang Jiaofu said in his heart, "I am a city here, there can be countless living beings to survive, you are just a person, do you say that I should let you or you let me?"

Lao Dao pondered for a moment when he heard the words, and couldn't help laughing and said, "Good and good, this statement is reasonable, let it be and not let it, the Tao is the way, reasonable, thank you for solving your doubts, the old Tao has been taught." ”

This trip he was planning for the future, and the doubts in his mind were actually solved by a boy, which shows that the Dao Dao is perceived, no matter in order.

Yang Jiao looked at the old Tao, and hurriedly bowed, "The Taoist is the supreme in the world, and the little things can be understood sooner or later, how dare the kid take credit, but the kid lives in a fixed place and does not know the reason, please have mercy, do not hesitate to be humble, and teach in the morning and evening, and the disciples should always respect the teacher." ”

"The fate comes and goes, and the fate goes, since it is the fate of the law, then follow the old way. "Just drive the bull.

Yang Jiao followed closely, not daring to slack off in the slightest, this huge and incomparably thick golden thigh, wouldn't it be water in his head if he didn't hold it tightly.