"Boom!"

Between the shattering of the void, the light is intertwined, and the turbidity is like a chaotic wave, eroding the void, and even shattering the invisible rules and laws, changing its own order.

Layers of invisible oppression headed towards the Chu River, wanting to turn him directly into ashes.

Chu He received the Dinghai God Needle, held the knife in both hands, and stood with bated breath.

"I don't want to, but... I have here the nine-move sword technique left by Chiyou in the past, if you want, let the body go with the knife. I'll take you, cast the Chiyou Nine Blades, break the unity of the people and mountains of this Emperor River, and use the power of the poor to suppress the sky!" the soldier master said to Chu He in a blood-boiling tone.

Chu He wiped his eyebrows with his fingers, but said: "No need, although Chi You is strong, I will never weaken him, what's the use of learning from him?"

The center of his eyebrows moved, and a divine light poked out.

Chu He held the soldier master in his hand and waved his blade along the slit torn by the divine light.

The long knife dances, hitting nine days up, teasing nine shadows down, vertical and horizontal, invincible.

At this moment, every cell of Chu He was burning with the passion of fighting, and his fighting talent and instinct, which had been enclosed by himself, were also completely activated. Every pore on his body seemed to be swallowing up all the energy he could withstand, and quickly converting it into attack kinetic energy.

Di Jiang seems to be controlling Buzhou Mountain to attack the Chu River.

But that's just a 'rhyme'.

It was Dijiang who reversed time and space, with the help of his own impression and understanding of Buzhou Mountain, and folded and transported it to the bubble in front of Chu He and even in front of the eyes of the beings watching the battle.

It's real, because it has a real, powerful, almost crushing power.

and the tenacity that supports the sky and towers over the vastness.

Under this kind of strength and tenacity, the Dinghai Divine Needle of the Chu River hit it, and it could only shatter.

But it's not real.

Chu He found this only opportunity, and with the divine eye of his eyebrows, he found the only flaw, and then followed the vein of this flaw, followed the trend, and slashed out a knife with no name, no surname and no origin.

We use supernatural powers, spells, swords, and sword moves, and we always seem to like to cling to its name and indulge in its name.

But what is the pattern and context of the title, name and move?

It's a confinement! It's an obstacle! It's a limitation!

It does keep everything in order, but when it reaches a certain stage, it makes everything boring.

"Boom!"

With a roar, Chu He waved the master of the soldiers, completely cracking the Buzhou Mountain wrapped in the chaotic turbid waves, bathed in scattered hookahs, flashing with immeasurable light, piercing all obstacles, and slashing into Di Jiang's body with a fierce knife.

Tick!

The last drop of water falls back into the pond.

The sky is as blue as water, and it shines with golden light.

Di Jiang took two steps back, and a large amount of blood full of spirituality flowed from his chest, heavy as a mountain.

The candle dragon, which was entangled with the gourd, screamed sadly, broke out desperately, and flew away with a strong force and flew back to Di Jiang's side.

Di Jiang stroked the scales on the candle dragon's body with his hand, and let out a sad and inexplicable howl.

After the whistling, he raised his eyes to look at the moir in the distance.

Even Chu He defeated him and seriously injured him.

But in Di Jiang's eyes, there is always only Zhen Xu, and only Zhen Xuan is his opponent.

"From now on, there will be no more Gonggong. Di Jiang said to Zhen Xuan.

At the foot of Buzhou Mountain, the remnants of the Gonggong people roared, disagreed, and even insulted Di Jiang, the leader they once respected the most.

Zhen Xuan looked around and smiled slightly: "From today onwards, there is no Gonggong. ”

It was a promise, not a victor's declaration and triumph.

At the cost of disbanding the Gonggong clan, Dijiang made Zhen Xuan promise him not to hold those remnants of the Gonggong clan accountable.

And Zhen Yan agreed!

It's almost the same sentence, and there is such a tacit dialogue.

Di Jiang laughed, laughing, blood splattered on his chest.

"颛顼··· Sure enough, it's Zhuan, I'm Dijiang... Not as good as you!"

"However, on the monument of history, you don't want to erase the traces of my emperor. ”

"There are some things that you have always wanted to do, but you have never been able to do. Let me do it for you now!" Di Jiang said, dragging his crippled body and patting the candle dragon beside him.

"Come on, let's do that great feat that will be famous for eternity and unforgettable for future generations. ”

After that, he grabbed the head of the candle dragon with a claw, and actually grabbed the candle dragon's one-eyed eye and threw it out.

Just not far away in the Chu River, with a wave of his sleeve, he put this huge eyeball into his sleeve.

And on the top of the candle dragon, the eyeballs were dug out, and the vacated blood pit, Di Jiang himself jumped in.

The candle dragon endured the pain, and its huge body soared upward.

"Protect Your Majesty!" Ju Mang shouted, and all the warriors of the Zhuan tribe gathered around him.

"What are you doing? Bring those co-workers with them. He snorted coldly, drove the Wulong car, and took the lead in turning around.

Thousands of soldiers rushed, tigers and leopards stepped together.

The earth trembled as the army of the Zodiac ran wildly.

And until after exiting 800 miles away.

Only then did he pause suddenly, and turned his head to look back.

Chu He, who had already speculated, also looked back.

Deep into the green and submerged in the sky, there was a huge candle dragon that burned all its vitality, and tried to open the one-eyed that had already turned into a bloody hole.

All the power, condensed in one point, is enough to reverse yin and yang, reverse the great power of time and space, and infinitely act on Di Jiang.

And Di Jiang, at this moment, finally broke the original confinement after absorbing the power of the candle dragon's burst of all the vitality gathering.

On a timeline, all 'self' is condensed into one.

At this moment, in this time and space, at this moment, he broke the restrictions of the Great Witch and became a 'witch' comparable to the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

Perhaps, it is appropriate to refer to the Dijiang at this moment by the word 'Zuwu' in the future online texts.

Bang!

In this short moment, the Emperor River, which had become an ancestral witch, slammed headlong into the node connecting the human world and the heavenly realm in Buzhou Mountain.

So... The pillar of heaven collapsed, and the river fell, turning into an endless flood, almost drowning the world.

The sky is tilting to the northwest, dissatisfied with the southeast... The earth cracked, and everything in the world seemed to be spinning violently.

And in this scene of destroying the world and destroying the world, as if to wipe out the common people, when Chu He suddenly turned around, he saw... A drop of water slipped out of the corner of his right eye.

I don't know if it was dyed by the water of the Tianhe River, drenched my eyebrows, or the sweat splashed after days of hard fighting.

"Let's go! In this world, there will be floods that will last for hundreds or even thousands of years. Whoever can control the water will be the next co-ruler of the world. It has nothing to do with the bloodline, nothing to do with the clan!" said in a voice with incomparable firmness, if the previous promise to Chu He was just to let him have the right to inherit and fight. Then the promise he gave at this time is complete and unmistakable... Oath.

Vaguely, Chu He used the divine eye that had not yet recovered his divine power to see beyond the nine heavens, in the chaos, as if there was a figure, mending the sky with colorful stones.

The broken one, which will turn into a terrifying scourge, is also swallowed up by an invisible black hole, and I don't know where it will be led.

Buzhou Mountain, finally fell!

The myths of antiquity have only scratched a corner of the mystery.