Since the Immortal Que, Ji Changkong has stopped going out, practicing and sharpening his mana in his palace, and at the same time waiting for the time to become a king.

King Feng, it has a very special meaning in this battlefield, it is impossible to say that there will be some big people who will come to watch the ceremony, and some big forces will also come, it can be said that this time will be a great opportunity for Ji Changkong to officially come to the stage, from a casual cultivator to a chance to become a genius of the human race.

Three days are fleeting, and time is up in the blink of an eye!

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Knock, knock, knock......

The sound of drums and trumpets was like the sound of galloping horses' hooves, from far to near, from slow to fast, and after a while, a total of forty-nine drums in the void flew from outside the city, majestic and complete.

The sound of the drum and trumpet seemed to have a special power, and every time it sounded, it could shake people's hearts, and all the cultivators of the human race blood all felt some kind of indescribable impulse and blood at that moment, the blood surged, and the mood was agitated, and I don't know how many people wanted to fight with the demon clan immediately.

This is the prelude to the war horn, the legend is that the forty-nine kings of the pinnacle of the human race are brilliant to the extreme, and then they kill the demon race with their own hands.

This set of war drums are all ancestral soldiers, and together they are infinitely powerful, but unfortunately, the only function of war drums is to stimulate morale and fighting spirit, and there is no offensive ability.

The sound of war drums was getting closer and closer, and after a while, the entire fortress was filled, and the surging qi and blood burst out, causing countless powerhouses around to shout in unison.

Ji Changkong only felt that his blood was boiling, at that moment he couldn't wait to rush out to fight a big battle immediately, it belonged to the instinct of the human race, and the sages who were not afraid of death floated in his eyes, one after another, the more he watched, the more wild and uncontrollable the battle intent in his blood and soul became.

It was getting hotter and hotter, more and more excited, and it was difficult to control it, and the sound of drums and shouts of killing was in his ears, and gradually, Ji Changkong felt like he had entered a battlefield.

Countless demon clans are surging, the vast demon power is surging as if it can penetrate the void, these demon clans are hideous and terrifying, and the combat power is shocking, and even many ancient desolate races are mixed in, that momentum, that battle intent has reached a kind of Cheng dù that makes people's souls shatter just by looking at it.

At the same time, there were only one Terran kings standing in the void, and they waved the long swords in their hands, cutting through thorns and thorns, and every roar would cut down countless demon clans.

However, there are too many demon clans, rushing up again and again, not afraid of death, the human king's body is stained red with blood, they burn mana, burn qi and blood, and the endless demon corpses are piled up at their feet into mountains thousands of meters high, and the blood flows down the mountains to turn a radius of thousands of miles into a sea of blood.

But when the king was invincible and his strength was exhausted, in the end, they were tired, their qi and blood mana were exhausted, their armor was shattered, their battle bodies were injured, and they could barely stand upright.

But even so, no one succumbed, no one even fell, an inexplicable will supported them to stand firmly on the thousand-meter-high corpse mountain, at that moment, they were bloody gods and demons, invincible beings, the faith of the human race and the king of the human race.

The demon clan is afraid, even if they are proud, they are strong, but they are still afraid of the king in front of them, as if what is in front of them is not a person, but a monument, an ancient sacred mountain, no matter how strong they are, they can only hit their heads on this ancient sacred mountain.

"Kill!"

Finally, the weakened king mustered up his last strength and let out a roar, and the next moment, countless demon clans collapsed, and the wolves rushed and fled frantically.

Under the sunset, the blood flowed like a river, the corpses of the demon clan were all over the battlefield, and the king of the human race held a long sword to support his body, watching countless human races in the distance be saved under the slaughter of the demon race, watching them laugh and sing and dance, and closed his eyes, and never opened them since.

Rumble!

At the same time, in the outside world, the forty-nine war drums seemed to sense something, and a vast and unimaginable battle intent rose to the sky.

Forty-nine rays of light rushed out of the war drum like a thunderbolt covering the sky, and the forty-nine rays of light were intertwined and intertwined, and after a while, a strange picture began to appear, extremely fast, and the cultivators present could not see it clearly, but Ji Changkong suddenly felt as if he was there.

"Impossible, is it be, is it ......" At the moment when the forty-nine rays of light appeared, a powerful person on the altar in the center of the city who closed his eyes and cultivated his body suddenly opened his eyes, full of incredulity.

He is the host of this Feng Zen, he is supreme power, even in the human race on weekdays, he is also famous, after countless battles, he is used to seeing the ups and downs of life and death, and he is used to seeing geniuses, which can be described as well-informed, but at this time, even he has a feeling of dumbfounded.

These forty-nine pillars of light soared into the sky, something that had never happened before, which made him involuntarily think of a legend that had been passed down in the human race for a long time.

It is said that when the forty-nine kings forged this war drum, they also sealed the realm perception of their lives, which can only be obtained by the human race who live in the atmospheric luck, and many people have tried, but the so-called atmospheric luck is against the sky, and no one has ever succeeded.

The Son of Heaven is in the air of luck, the young ancestor is also in the air of luck, and even the Holy Son is also in the air of luck, but throughout the ages, even the Holy Son has not been born.

At the beginning, many seniors thought that it was because of their lack of luck, but gradually, everyone was disappointed, thinking that it was just a legend, after all, who dared to say that the characters who could become the sons of the Holy Son were not lucky enough, and if they were not lucky enough, then whose luck was enough?

For so many years, these forty-nine war drums have only been used as sharp weapons on the spot, and no one can explore the so-called realm of inheritance.

But today, it seems that a miracle has happened.

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At the same time, Ji Changkong's countless scenes in the sea of knowledge crossed by, and all kinds of pictures kept flickering, each picture was the scene of those kings killing the demon clan or cultivating back then, which was extremely precious, this is the so-called artistic conception, great luck.

This not only includes the experience of these kings fighting and fighter spells, but also the foundation, yes, it is the foundation, what Ji Changkong lacks the most.

Counting from the small world of the real dragon, Ji Changkong at that time was just a mortal, and he didn't even set foot in the door of cultivation, and the small world of the real dragon was just an insignificant small world, not to mention the inheritance, and the so-called foundation was even more of a joke.

Then, he suffered a big change and entered the small world of Heroic Spirits, although he got many benefits, and even increased his physical strength, but there was no one to teach him.

Then, in the Demon Suppression Sect, although there is a nominal master, in fact, the things that the master taught him are too little, basically nothing, but the dark night teaches him a little more, and the same way, the so-called foundation Ji Changkong also has nothing, whether it is physical cultivation or mana Dao pattern.

As for the future, needless to say, all the way was spent in the process of chasing and being hunted down, and it was a fluke to be able to improve his cultivation alive, and he didn't have to think about the foundation.

This foundation does not mean that kind of actual foundation, but the theoretical foundation, and the cultivation and practice of going against the heavens requires not only practical practice but also theory, and this theory is similar to things like exercises, to put it bluntly, common sense and the like.

In practice, Ji Changkong is completely a giant, and his comprehension of cultivation has reached an unbelievable level, but the theory is completely blank.

This is not a disadvantage in a short period of time, it has no effect, but when his cultivation steps into a stronger realm, it will become a bottleneck that restricts him from going further, the path of the cultivator, the narrower and narrower he goes, the more he must be careful in the end, and every time he takes a step, he is terrified.

In heaven and earth, there are so many talented cultivators, and there are not a few so-called leaps and bounds, but how many people can successfully step on the peak?

The foundation is the foundation of a qiē, only after having enough foundation can we reach the peak step by step, when the practice reaches a certain level, those theoretical foundations will become the basis for further progress, which is extremely important.

There is no doubt that Ji Changkong had no attainments in this regard before, but now, the artistic conception inheritance left by forty-nine kings back then is simply a supreme wealth.

"Grass, why don't I have such good luck, the third floor of the Immortal Que, the scholar who watched this scene was extremely depressed, envious and jealous, completely indescribable," The black-hearted scholar was hit with no skin, and he couldn't wait to die immediately when he saw Ji Changkong.

"Hahahaha, wahahahaha......" The madman on the side was still laughing heartlessly, not caring about the scholar's vicious gaze, in his opinion, the stronger Ji Changkong was, the happier he was, why not have one more opponent, anyway, they are all human races and not demon races.

As for the King of Soldiers, her attention at this time was completely focused on the rapidly flashing picture, and it was better for her to retreat and close the net than to envy the fish in the abyss.

In the sea of corpses and blood, a figure is fighting with a dragon, the mountain collapses and the ground cracks, the sun and the moon have no light, and every time you make a move, the four sides are in turmoil, this kind of war is completely art......

On the other side, a figure in the small world of the demon clan rushed into the demon clan army, and the indomitable battle spirit soared into the sky......

Also, a king in the vast underground led a million human warriors to meet the demon clan, and millions of warriors were like arm-in-arms, easy and freehand, even if the king of soldiers at this time was countless different from him, and the heavily guarded figure completely regarded the huge war machine as his own......

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In this way, the forty-nine imprints represent the way of the forty-nine kings, each of which is cherished to the extreme in the outside world.

Some of them are good at training, some are good at weapons, some are good at spells, some are good at patterns, and some are good at artistic conception...... In short, all-encompassing, omnipresent, watching them fight is like watching an epic, magnificent, and people can't help but be in awe.

Fortunately, this artistic conception has been erased with killing intent, war intent, etc., and it does not contain Dao rhyme, otherwise it would be tantamount to a fantasy if you want to read it with Ji Changkong.

In terms of his cultivation, it would be very good to be able to finish reading one of them.

In the ancient era, the life of every king is a legend, is a miracle that cannot be repeated, they each intercepted the proudest fragments of their lives and sealed them in the forty-nine war drums for future generations, which is the most valuable wealth and a portrayal of the lives of the forty-nine kings.

To get such a inheritance, how fortunate Ji Changkong is, envy others!R1058