Zhu Tianpeng involuntarily took a few steps back, and the figure in the light slowly walked out, although it was still illusory, but it looked like it had a momentum that was not angry but mighty.

This momentum was not only forcing Zhu Tianpeng to stay away from the divine bow, but also forcing him to kneel.

"Damn!" Zhu Tianpeng is not stupid, he can guess that the phantom is the original owner of this divine bow, but it has obviously fallen for a long time, and such a dead god also wants him to kneel on the ground!

Although the sudden change made his whole person feel shocked, but he Zhu Tianpeng has never knelt down in his life, he grew up alone since he was a child, and his self-esteem is stronger than that of people of the same age, at this moment, a strong sense of shame swept through his body.

Even if the owner of this divine bow had a lot of merit in his life, Zhu Tianpeng would never think that this person could make him kneel.

At this moment, the kind of perseverance buried in his bones was completely forced out.

Zhu Tianpeng roared wildly, struggling to get his bent waist back up.

But the more you struggle, the greater the invisible pressure.

Zhu Tianpeng's leg bones were crushed by the gradually increasing pressure, and blood kept flowing out of the seven orifices.

He described it as miserable, but he half-jumped up with a crazy face, and grabbed the divine bow in his hand.

And that phantom didn't help him after all, dead is dead, even if it was a once powerful god and immortal.

He laughed wildly and watched coldly as the phantom slowly dissipated.

Unfortunately, the severity of the injuries and the severe pain that permeated his body could not make him speak wildly, otherwise he would have said something sarcastic with his temperament.

It's just that as the divine bow was collected by him, the drop of essence blood in the stone bowl seemed to have lost its last restraint.

With a piercing chirp, a three-legged firebird slowly condensed in the void.

The rolling waves of fire made this space completely red fireworks.

Zhu Tianpeng was extremely frightened, opened his mouth to look at the three-legged firebird, forgetting the pain everywhere on his body, and why such a terrifying high temperature did not burn him alive.

The rocks under him had been burned out of fine cracks, and Zhu Tianpeng lay on it without any image, praying in his heart that this strange bird would not see his existence.

But the reality is often the opposite, and after the body is condensed and clear, the firebird is viciously targeting him.

Or, more strictly speaking, it should be the divine bow that he is clutching in his hand.

An equally powerful, but much more violent pressure was instantly exerted on Zhu Tianpeng's body, but fortunately, this time he was already lying there, and he didn't have to worry about being oppressed by this hateful coercion and kneeling to beg for mercy.

Knowing that there was no way to avoid it, or out of trust in that piece of residual jade, Zhu Tianpeng, who was already a little groggy in his whole body, had completely gotten out at this time, and roared at the firebird that was approaching: "Death is dead, what is there to be so spirited, one day, Lao Zhu and I will trample you all under my feet......

In response to him, there was a strange croak.

The crimson flames completely covered him, but just as Zhu Tianpeng fainted, the blue jade light emitted by the remnant jade tattoo in his palm also unconsciously enveloped most of the space.

The firebird seemed to have seen something terrifying, croaking strangely, and was slowly restrained and contracted by this faint jade-colored divine light, until it turned into a drop of red essence blood again, and was dragged into Zhu Tianpeng's body.

At the same time, a wisp of extremely fine golden-colored blood also began to slowly emerge from the divine bow, dripping onto his fingers along the place where Zhu Tianpeng was gripping.

For a while, the color of green jade, red color, and golden color began to intertwine on Zhu Tianpeng's body.

And the whole space is slowly falling silent.

The pool water above began to pour in, and the strange thing was that the water was actively avoided when it was close to Zhu Tianpeng.

I don't know when, around his body, the three-colored divine light continued to merge and merge, and it had gradually formed a film of light, enveloping him in it.

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On the distant Taiyin Star, Wu Gang, who was chopping down trees with his head, suddenly became more cloudy.

As if he had forgotten something, and as if he had cut off some bond, the axe that fell on the laurel tree became more powerful, and before long, a crack appeared in the tree.

This laurel tree is one of the top spiritual roots in heaven and earth, and Wu Gang has been tirelessly cutting down it in the long years before, but the vitality of the laurel tree is too strong, and every time Wu Gang can cause damage to it, this tree will recover on its own.

In the Guanghan Palace not far ahead, Taiyin Xingjun's fingers moved slightly, and he woke up from his meditation.

"Why did this Wu Gang's strength suddenly increase so much!"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and flicked it, shooting a three-light divine water out of the palace and into the laurel tree.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the cracks that had been cut down by Wu Gang have returned to their original state, and the entire tree has become a little thicker than before.

"Hmph, good sister, you just stay in the tree honestly, and count on your old lover to save you, in the next life......"

Taiyin Xingjun said, a trace of hideousness appeared on his face.

There was a faint sigh from the laurel tree, and Wu Gang was still chopping the sacred tree in front of him.

In the empty and silent Guanghan Palace, Jade Rabbit found that his master had stopped cultivating at some point, and he arched his body on Taiyin Xingjun.

Taiyin Xingjun's expression had regained his composure at some point, stroking the smooth hair of the Jade Rabbit, and muttered to himself: "The three sects have signed the god list, and Haotian will not be uninterested in reaching out to the Taiyin Star of Lao Sheng, at most setting up a star god with a false name, but this Guanghan Palace is also too cold, just take this opportunity to recruit some palace ladies to come up......"

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Thirty-three days away, a burst of wild laughter suddenly came from Nuwa Palace, a remote palace.

"The way of heaven is in me, the way of heaven is in me!"

The shawls of the nine princes of the demon clan in the past were scattered, and they jumped up from the futon, dancing with their hands.

"Who is it that refines the drop of essence blood that this little golden crow left in the outside world, so that the ancestor can take advantage of his distraction and successfully take it!"

He is the ninth prince of the ancient demon court, when he surveyed the sky for nine days, scourge the common people, was shot by Hou Yi, only the youngest of the nine brothers survived, and he has been staying in Nuwa Palace to practice all these years, strictly speaking, he is avoiding robbery!

But now he may be called Lu Jian Daojun.

This monarch is a figure at the beginning of the opening of the world, the dragon and the Han fell in the first tribulation, and the true spirit has been living in the fire god ring.

This ring was later obtained by the little golden crow, and it was worn on his finger at this time, and at this moment, a steady stream of fire separation essence was integrated into the body of the golden crow prince from the ring.

The Golden Crow clan was born with the control of the Sun True Fire, one of the top flames in the Flood World, and it was the most suitable thing to use to fuse the essence of the fire.

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The capital of the country was at the other end of the mountain, and the farmer Aman chased Zhu Tianpeng for a long time, watching this hateful Dongyi people run into the tomb of Lord Xiaoboling.

The so-called Duyi is actually just a small town with a relatively concentrated population, after all, the entire state is just a small vassal state under the jurisdiction of Dongbohou.

More often, the ancestral land of the Xiao family is the core place in the minds of the people of the country.

The vassal states of this era, especially the smaller ones, were actually just a slightly larger tribal confederation.

Although the country has its own king, in the minds of the people, the most convincing thing is the patriarch who guards the ancestral land.

However, although the country is small, its existence also has a special value that few people know - the sea of fire of Tanglin that blocked the Dongyi people from driving straight into it existed because of the prohibition left by an ancestor in the ancient era of the country.

And this prohibition is related to a legend in ancient times - Hou Yi shoots the sun.

It stands to reason that to be able to have a relationship with a legendary hero like Hou Yi, the people of the country should be proud, and the deeds of the clansmen of the past generations who stayed in the area of Xiaoshan to guard the sea of fire in Donglin are all over the world.

But the fact is the opposite, the Xiao clan has been silently guarding the sea of Tanglin fire for generations, and to this day, few people in the outside world know the beginning and end of this matter.

This has to mention the ancestor of the country - Xiao Meng, Hou Yi's apprentice.

It stands to reason that the master has become a great hero who saves all people, and the apprentice is naturally honored and respected.

But Hou Yi mysteriously disappeared after shooting the sun, and his wife also ascended to the heavenly realm at this time, which made the whole thing overshadowed by conspiracy theories.

As the only one who witnessed this whole thing, he was the focus of secular public opinion for a long time afterward, and he slowly became an ungrateful and selfish villain in the world's oral tradition, blaming him for all this.

But as long as it is a cultivator with a little knowledge, he will know that Da Wu Hou Yi is a master who can be compared to Da Luo Jin Xian, how an ordinary human race can plan such a conspiracy.

In fact, Xiao Meng followed Hou Yi to learn archery, and he was indeed the arrow god in the human race, and even in order to improve his physical strength, he also fused a drop of essence blood given by Hou Yi, but even so, compared to those gods and demons who flew away, he was still too weak.

He watched Hou Yi fall under the Eastern Emperor Bell, clutching the fallen Sun Shooting Divine Bow in despair, and Chang'e was crying out of grief in his ears......

Resentment, despair, powerlessness, all kinds of emotions churned in his heart, but Master fell, the steaming sea of fire was still there, and the clansmen who fled frantically in the mountains and wilderness were still waiting for him to rescue......

There was no time for him to think about what was hidden behind this mutation, all he could do at this time was to take that bow without hesitation, uphold the will of the master, and suppress that sea of fire.

It was a drop of Golden Crow blood that fell when Hou Yi broke through the Golden Crow Great Array, an absolutely powerful force, which was not something that he could suppress as a mortal with vain strength. But in the clash of wills, he had the tenacity that was not inferior to his division, and he sacrificed his bow to suppress the sea of fire, and there was the sea of Tanglin fire in the future.

His descendants have guarded this secret for generations, living in obscurity near the sea of fire, and once again hearing about it in the world, it is already the early years of Yin Shang, thanks to a man named Xiao Boling.

No one knows that the mound used by the people of the country to pay tribute to the tomb of the Emperor still hides the ancestors' forbearance and shame and righteousness.

But the Xiao clan is still practicing their physique for thousands of years, and when the Dongyi people invaded, they were the warriors who charged under the account of the Dongbohou. When the gods and demons slaughtered, they all had the courage to sacrifice their lives like their ancestors.

Of course, only the clansmen who have truly awakened the blood of Xiaomeng are qualified to restore the surname Xiao, and in most cases, their surname is Jiang, which is a surname derived from the Shennong clan and is also the most common surname of the royal family in the eastern princely states today.

And the so-called Xiaomeng bloodline, in fact, is the drop of the great witch essence blood that Hou Yi gave to Xiaomeng, in the process of lineage iteration, it has become very thin, for thousands of years, no one has been able to truly awaken that bloodline, so as to regain control of the legendary sun-shooting divine bow.

However, the people of the Kingdom of China are generally stronger than the people of other vassal states, which is actually very closely related to their martial spirit for generations. Of course, in the eyes of the people of the country, the reason why their warriors are strong is because of the ancestral blood that circulates in them.

Although the true bloodline awakening has not appeared for many generations, the method of flesh polishing that has been passed down from ancient times to the clan has become more and more perfect.

They call the physical strength they have cultivated the power of the bloodline, and the strength is measured according to the most common tripod in this era.

The farmer who ran after Zhu Tianpeng in the forest was actually a warrior with great strength, because he was a little older, he began to live the life of a woodcutter.

And the cultivation system that has been inherited for a long time in the country is actually passed down to Xiao Meng by Hou Yi back then, although it is superficial, but in essence, it represents the general cultivation system of the cultivation world in this mythical era.

What they cultivate is only brute force, starting from the first tripod and going up, the strength increases exponentially geometrically, and when it reaches the power of the nine tripods, it is actually comparable to the so-called true immortals of Taoism. Corresponding to Taoist practice, the eight realms of Qi refining, foundation building, knotting, Yuanying, transforming gods, refining void, merging, and Mahayana before the true immortal can actually roughly correspond to the power of the first tripod, the second tripod, and even the eight tripods.

Of course, even if he awakens the power of Jiuding and becomes a true immortal, it can only be said that he has just set foot in the world of gods and demons.

The cultivation world divides true immortals into five categories according to the different ways of cultivation, namely: heaven, earth, people, gods, and ghosts. Each of these types of immortals continues to go up, and there are also the so-called Xuanxian Dao Fruit, Taiyi Dao Fruit, Daluo Dao Fruit, and Mixed Yuan Dao Fruit.

Only when the supernatural powers, mana, realm, and state of mind have been comprehended to the realm of perfection, can it be called the Dao Fruit, and only after reaching the realm of mixed elements, can it be truly immortal and immortal, and can unite the past and future of the immeasurable world of the ten directions, there is no past and no future, only the present will exist forever.

Such an existence, looking at the entire mythological era, is also rare. The difficulty of cultivation can be imagined, not to mention the various calamities and dangers in the process.

For ordinary people, being able to become a true immortal is already a person who has attained the Tao and ascended to heaven.

However, the martial tradition of the Chinese people has never had anything to do with becoming immortals. This may be the fundamental reason why they were able to pass on the matter of polishing the strength of the flesh.

A Man tirelessly ran to the dusty and misty martial arts arena, panting and looking for the figure of the patriarch, there was a burst of rapid drums in his ears, hundreds of topless warriors gathered here, holding a spear in his left hand, waving like a tide in the sound of drums.

The people who were resting on the sidelines laughed and applauded. Many young women gathered on the sidelines, staring at the dancing warriors, pointing and smiling.

"Ah Yue!" Ah Man saw an acquaintance and ran over with a shout, "Where is the patriarch?"

The man known as Ah Yue was a little younger, and he smiled and pointed to the place surrounded by the crowd in the distance, and quipped: "Brother Ah Man, how old is it!"

Ah Man glared at him, couldn't help but think of his younger brother again, thinking about the matter of that Dongyi person, and hurriedly ran over there.

It was a shallow beach, and a middle-aged man and two young men were fighting a winged monster with their bare hands.

When Ah Man came over, the monster let out a long roar, spread its wings and glided, and in an instant it reached the top of the head of one of the young men, opened a blood basin, and bit down viciously!

At that moment, the other young man shouted, bent his bow and drew an arrow, and shot an iron arrow at the monster's neck.

"Xiao Yi is good!" the crowd cheered.

Blood splattered, and the monster let out a terrible wail, which made it even more insane.

The furious force overturned the two young men, and when they were about to trample on them, the middle-aged man suddenly drilled under its belly, and a dazzling sword light flashed, splitting the monster in half!

The blood of the storm stained most of the sky red, and a sea of fire farther away.

"The patriarch is mighty!" came the cheers, waking Ah Man from the shock.

Patriarch Xiao Yong, the only existence in this generation of warriors with the power of three tripods.

"The patriarch is about to break through to the power of Siding!" Aman thought, squeezing forward, intending to tell the story of that Dongyi person.

At this moment, the sea of fire in the distance suddenly emitted, and the entire sea surface suddenly seemed to be boiled, and the heat quickly filled and shrouded.

This is the real burning mountain and boiling the sea, but fortunately, Xiao Yong reacted quickly, grabbed the two young men, kicked them down, and jumped out of the shallows.

Behind him, the shallow waters had vanished, and the scorching heat emanated from the gravel.

The sea water has drastically decreased and receded, leaving behind fish and shrimp of different shapes, and even exotic beasts.

"The seal of the Aventurine Sea of Fire has been broken!"

Xiao Yong's complexion changed greatly.

The temperature of the sea was expanding rapidly, and the clansmen on the martial arts arena began to retreat into the mountains.

Ah Man didn't have time to tell the Dongyi people about it, the whole scene was extremely chaotic, and Xiao Yong didn't have time to pay attention to him, trying to maintain the composure that the patriarch should have, and guiding everyone to evacuate.

Luckily, at some point, the sea was no longer boiling, and the heat in the air was slowly subsiding.

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