The water and soil of Kyushu, the heart of Qinzhou, and the Lianyun Mountains are a scene of the end of the world.

Between heaven and earth, there is a giant who supports the sky and the earth, and his huge body collapses inch by inch, trampling the earth, roaring mountains and rivers, the entire Lianyun Mountains are swaying, the earth is shattered in trembling, the rivers are interrupted in fear, the trees are pulled out and dancing in the sky, and the soil is scattered to cover the sky.

As soon as this ancestor of Northern Xinjiang became powerful, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the entire land of Qinzhou trembled, like a floating ocean and a storm.

"Donghua Daojun, Ancestor, I didn't expect that you have only cultivated immortals for hundreds of years, and your power has been like you since the beginning of the world, but there are only a few people, only a handful. ”

"You are proud enough, but the survival ancestor of my northern Xinjiang tribes is between me, there will be a battle between you and me, let this rich Qinzhou, towering Lianyun, be martyred for one of you and me!"

"Ahhhh

After the ancestor of Northern Xinjiang hated a word, he roared wildly, as if he wanted to destroy Qinzhou with a roar, and be martyred for the loser of this battle.

"Boom~"

The sound of this muffled thunder is not in the sky, but resounding in the ground, as if the Lianyun Mountain Range, which has existed since ancient times, lies on most of the land of Qinzhou, and the roots of the huge mountain condensed by the veins of Qinzhou are broken, and they are almost uprooted.

This kind of horror is no longer the power of the world, I really don't know how such an existence has been hiding in the northern frontier for countless years without being noticed by people, and has never created a great prestige.

Just like a sword, it is cast with a supreme edge, but it is hidden deep in the sheath and cannot be seen in the sky. Today, it is the power and sullenness that the ancestors of Northern Xinjiang will accumulate for countless years, and all the catharsis will be released.

It's a pity that his opponent is Zhang Fan, who is like Zhongtian, who is enlightened and invincible.

"The land of Kyushu, the soil that gave birth to my human race, is like the bloody battle of our human ancestors, how can you be shaken by all the qualifications of a foreign race?"

Zhang Fan looked up at the air, the whole person was levitated, the robe around him was windless, and the stretch seemed to have infinite power, as if it could tear apart the world at any time.

"This land of water and soil gave birth to me, raised me, grew me, and was attached to me, and now before me, how can anyone be allowed to be martyred with it?"

"Give it to me, fall!"

Suddenly, Zhang Fan slowly stretched out a palm and turned over.

"Boom~"

In an instant, like time going backwards, time is reversed, the flying boulders fall to the earth, the severed rivers rush again, the shaking leylines subside, and the flying trees rooted in the earth return to green...... In this whole process, the body of the Northern Xinjiang Ancestor who was injured by the Great Wish of the Descendant Sole Ancestor couldn't help collapsing, scattered in the air like rain, but there was infinite qi extraction, and it kept filling in the long air, making the Northern Xinjiang Ancestor look earthy yellow all over, like a son of the earth drilled out of the cracked earth.

In this way, repeated destruction and restoration, even if Zhang Fan's mana is monstrous and he defeats the ancestor of Northern Xinjiang, it is impossible to protect this Qinzhou Lianyun from the catastrophe.

This kind of damage is fundamentally qualitative, it is based on the power of the source, and it is not a magic spell, which can be compensated.

"The fertile land of Kyushu, since the clans of my northern Xinjiang can't get it, then let him be destroyed with me!"

The Northern Frontier Ancestor roared, the Growler, almost madness.

He is also unlucky, Zhang Fan before the epiphany** is extremely strong, but it is impossible to hurt his law body with a blow to the Great Wish Technique of the Descending World as before.

If you come early, the two of them will be able to fight and compete.

However, time cannot be reversed, and the ancestor of Northern Xinjiang is cautious, extinguishing his only hope, and at the same time destroying the longing of the Northern Xinjiang tribes for the fertile land of Kyushu for tens of thousands of years.

He knew in his heart that Zhang Fan was saying that the tribes in Northern Xinjiang were just ants-like existences, and survival was a luxury, let alone getting involved in Kyushu, occupying this fertile land on earth, and becoming the protagonist of heaven and earth?

The only chance and hope for tens of thousands of years was destroyed, which made the ancestor of Northern Xinjiang completely crazy, as he said, even if he died, he would let Qinzhou, one of these nine states, be buried with him.

Looking at the current situation, he really has a chance to succeed.

"I said that this water and soil, with me Zhang Fan here, will not allow others to destroy!"

The palm that suppressed the earth suddenly turned up, and the palm faced the sky, like supporting the earth, and handed it out.

"Donghua Daojun, what are you going to do?"

Millions of immortals, at a loss.

Previously, Zhang Fan's understatement pressed down on his palm, and he was confronting the ancestor of Northern Xinjiang to stabilize this Qinzhou Lianyun, this time, wouldn't he give up all his previous efforts?

At this time, Zhang Fan exhaled and spoke, and his tongue bloomed with spring thunder:

"Northern Xinjiang Ancestor!"

"You, come in!"

The sound of explosion and thunder echoed, and in an instant, the light and shadow were mottled, the heavens and the earth rotated, and the millions of immortals in the middle of it were confused, confused, and fell into chaos.

But when I heard it, there was a strange sound in my ears, and I didn't know why; the ancestors of northern Xinjiang roared in horror, and they were suppressed by the Brahmanic chanting, just like a Buddha country.

When they were clear and clear-sighted, everyone hurriedly opened their eyes to look, only to see that the ancestor of Northern Xinjiang, who overturned Qinzhou and shook Lianyun as easily as overturning a flat boat in the sea, had disappeared into the air.

Standing up to the sky, raising one's hand can support the sky to collapse, stepping on the ground can cause the ground to collapse, and the terrifying existence that occupies everyone's entire vision is suddenly gone, and the huge world actually shows a different kind of emptiness.

In this empty heaven and earth, the earth, the rivers, the soil, the forests, the rocks...... Everything was in its place, silent, as if everything was just happening in a dream.

"Knock~Knock~Knock~~"

The bell of the Eastern Emperor is like a monstrous wave, one wave after another, one wave after another, one wave higher than a wave, and finally it becomes a sweeping trend, almost penetrating the Three Realms, and the sound spreads to the Eight Desolations.

Following the prestige, millions of immortals saw a simple bronze bell hanging high in front of Zhang Fan, and the next group of light and shadow was mottled, like a small world, delicately visible, you can see the mountains and rivers in the country, the city and the stars, and hundreds of millions of living beings.

Millions of immortals were stunned, not understanding what had happened before, and when the Northern Xinjiang Ancestor was going, a familiar voice came from Zhang Fan's palm, "Ahhhhhhh

The crazy roar, the endless destruction, the mountains and rivers in the palm of the hand roared and destroyed violently, into a devastated horror, making the millions of immortals all recall the scene of Qinzhou swaying and trembling in the clouds a moment ago.

"Northern Xinjiang Ancestor ......"

He ...... It's actually in the palm of Donghua Daojun!"

"This ...... How is this possible?"

The huge body of the Northern Xinjiang Ancestor is still deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone, and for a while it is impossible to imagine how the huge and friendless body is packed into a small palm.

Not to mention that its powerful strength that shook Qinzhou resisted! This scene far exceeded the limit of the imagination of millions of immortals.

"Northern Xinjiang Ancestor ......"

Zhang Fan's voice came out slowly, like a speech on behalf of heaven and earth, a life for the people, with indescribable majesty and inexhaustible dignity: "Now that you have entered the country in my hands, no matter how crazy you are, what can you do to me?"

As soon as the words fell, the rivers and mountains that had cracked under the broken drink of the ancestors in the north of Xinjiang and the valleys that had broken off all returned to their original state, and the millions of cities and hundreds of millions of people also returned to their normal lives.

This side of the world was born and died with Zhang Fan's words.

Everything is just a meaningless struggle, even if it is stepping through the earth, tearing the sky, and turning everything into chaos, it cannot be separated from Zhang Fan's fingers.

I don't know if he was disheartened, or if he exhausted the strength of his whole body and vented all his depression, slowly the ancestor of Northern Xinjiang finally calmed down.

He looked up at the sky, and the yellow light in his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the mountains and rivers in his palm, and he looked at Zhang Fan who was staring down.

At this time, this terrifying existence that can shake the world has finally entered the sight of millions of immortals for the first time.

"Huh, how could it be ......?"

Countless voices of surprise came and went, but many of the people knew their roots, and it was precisely because of this that they were shocked.

"Stone people. ”

"Terracotta Warriors. ”

"Stone ......"

...... A variety of different names refer to the same race, the Shiren Race, an extremely inconspicuous one among the ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang.

Among the millions of immortals, there are many people who have speculated about the roots of the ancestors of Northern Xinjiang, but from beginning to end, there is no one who can associate with the stone people clan.

The stone people are not flesh and blood, but a kind of alien race in the stone, born in a special kind of stubborn stone, when it matures, it cracks out of the stone, and when it dies, it is heavy to turn into a stubborn stone, so it is also called the stone tribe.

The reproduction of the stone people can be called fatherless and motherless, and in ancient times, they were also called the eternal race, which can be said to be another way to achieve eternal life.

Whenever the stone people or longevity are exhausted, or after being exterminated, they will turn into stubborn stones again. After countless years of silence, this stubborn stone will constantly crack and shatter, and will differentiate into several stubborn stones, and when the time is ripe, each will re-birth a new stone human race.

On its roots, the stone people in the world are all from a common ancestor, a common body, to say that it is one, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is immortal. But how many people are willing to live like this?

This stone human race also has a characteristic, that is, the spirit is chaotic, and it is almost impossible to open the mind, so although its innate ability is still successful, it is still a genuine existence among the northern Xinjiang tribes.

Because of this, in ancient times, whether it was a human immortal cultivator, a holy king, or a demon god, among them who cultivated the way of the emperor and wanted to achieve supreme supernatural powers with the emperor's way, they liked to control the stone people as the terracotta warriors, let them guard the mausoleum, and guard the caves, so they were called the terracotta warriors by the people of the time, which was definitely not a strong race, let alone a race that could give birth to such a terrifying existence as the ancestor of Northern Xinjiang.

The Northern Frontier Ancestor who was in Zhang Fan's palm didn't seem to feel the astonishment and scorching gaze of millions of immortals, but just calmed down and slowly spoke:

"This ...... This...... What kind of supernatural power is it?"

There was endless tiredness in his voice, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether he was tired or tired.

The mourning is greater than the death of the heart, Zhang Fan's incarnation of the only great wish technique failed to kill the ancestor of the Northern Xinjiang, but in this sentence of life, there is a thick twilight.

"What kind of supernatural power?" Zhang Fan smiled, couldn't tell what it meant, and said lightly: "I have a great supernatural power called Qiankun in my sleeve, this supernatural power is in the palm of my hand to form heaven and earth, and there are only 10,000 thousand miles of country, so I will use the name of 'Qiankun in the palm of my hand'!"

(To be continued)