Chapter 653 Orthodoxy
Just when a boundless magnetic storm erupted at the extreme end of the southern sky, violent thunderstorms sprang up at the same time, raging across a thousand miles around.
Soldier God Ziyu was driving a long chariot in the sky, looking at the endless stars in the north.
He took a long breath to suppress the feeling of joy and relaxation that surged in his chest.
At this moment, the war in the southern reaches of the sky has subsided one after another.
The gods gathered here finally let go of all their delusions and fantasies.
The huge divine army under their command drove away from this place one after another using spaceships and warships.
This means that it is a foregone conclusion that the Wood Sword Immortal will gather the stars.
It also means that there is another powerful emperor in the world whose combat power rivals that of the ancestral gods.
At this moment, Bing Shen Ziyu was in a trance.
For tens of thousands of years, he has been accumulating a mountain of pressure in his chest. He has also been prepared to sacrifice his life for righteousness and burn everything after the death of Burying Sky.
But now, when the decisive battle he expected was no longer possible, when the heavy pressure was swept away, Bing Shen Ziyu couldn't adapt for a while.
A strong sense of emptiness and distortion were mixed together, spreading throughout his body, and the impact shook his mind.
At the same time, the joy of victory made him almost lose his temper.
Since Ziyu ascended to the throne, they have also launched attacks from the Demonic War Realm. They have defeated the gods more than ten times and killed no less than a thousand Star Gods and Wild Gods.
However, these wars are actually meaningless. They can neither change their situation nor reverse the fate of the human race.
Only today's battle truly allowed him to taste the sweetness of victory.
Bing Shen Ziyu had no expression on his face and tasted it carefully.
Until Zangtian next to him let out a loud laugh: "This battle seems to be accomplished!"
Demon God Zangtian is also looking at the void with his eyes on his chest: "The emperors of the human race have risen, and there are many geniuses, so I have nothing to worry about."
Bing Shen Ziyu couldn't help but feel slightly depressed.
Zang Tian's figure was as powerful and domineering as ever, as thick as a mountain, but Ziyu, the God of War, heard an ominous sound from Zang Tian's words.
He turned his head and looked at the boundless blood evil surrounding Zangtian: "Chu Xisheng has been able to complete the integration of yin and yang. This son is both wise and brave. He is unparalleled and will definitely not let you down."
Ziyu didn't like Chu Xisheng's personality.
But they have to admit that only such scheming, ruthless, and unscrupulous bastards can save the human race and turn the tide from collapse.
That guy also gave him hope of saving Zangtian.
"He actually surprised me."
Demon God Zangtian folded his hands on his chest: "My problem is not as simple as people think. Even if the ancestral god Emperor Wa is unsealed, he may not be able to help me. In addition, God Prajna——"
When he said this, he suddenly paused and stopped talking.
Demon God Zangtian's gaze was fixed on a certain area in the void: "It's Zhisou, he fell!"
Bingshen Ziyu also developed a sense of emotion.
The joy in his chest had dissipated.
Ziyu couldn't help but pinch the shaft of the car in front of him, making a "squeaking" sound.
The shaft wood, made of artifact-like material, has been crushed into powder by him.
As far as he knew, Zhisou's life was running out. In the battle with Yu Gong's death, Zhisou's roots had actually been damaged.
Ziyu also knew that in today's battle, it was impossible for them not to pay the price.
However, the news of Zhisou's death still caught him off guard.
"He probably died at the hands of God Prajna, but we don't need to feel sad for him."
Zangtian's eyes were also very complicated: "For him, living one more day may be a torment. The current situation is just right, just right! He exchanged his own death for the hope of the human race. Today he seeks kindness and gets kindness, and bids farewell to the past.
Welcome the new year, it can be said that you get what you want."
Ziyu was silent.
He actually didn’t quite understand the story of Zhisou and Yugong.
He only vaguely understood that Zhisou always thought that it was his own cleverness that brought Yu Gong to death, so he always blamed himself for this.
This heroic hero of the human race was originally expected to truly step into the realm of the emperor, but in these hundreds of thousands of years, Zhisou has always stagnated, leaving Zangtian quite disappointed.
When Zangtian said this, he sensed Ziyu's melancholy and worry, and then smiled happily: "Don't worry Ziyu, since I have seen hope, I will wait with peace of mind and will not act rashly."
——If Zangtian is destined to die, he cannot die worthless.
He then looked at the exquisite dark gold compass in his hand.
Although Zhisou died, his legacy remained.
Zhisou chose a new master for the Futian and Formation methods he created.
That little girl named Lu Luanli?
I wonder if this woman can inherit Wise Old Man's abilities?
Zhisou didn't choose her just because she was Chu Xisheng's concubine.
At this time, the extreme south of the sky was in the violent ocean of metamagnetic energy.
Wooden Sword Immortal Song Yannian also showed a hint of sadness on his face.
Ever since he regained consciousness, he has been looking for traces of Yu Gong and Zhisou.
He has worked tirelessly for tens of thousands of years, just to meet his two benefactors who have been with him for tens of thousands of years and allowed him to gradually develop spiritual wisdom in the body of a wood spirit.
However, he finally met Zhisou once, and when he learned of his whereabouts, he said goodbye forever.
The unspeakable regret and pain were eroding his body and mind.
At the same time, in the direction where Wood Sword Fairy was staring, Prajna, the master of deceit and deceit, was holding two volumes of blue bamboo slips, with a slightly helpless look on his face: "I would rather let the weapon spirit that has been with you for hundreds of thousands of years self-destruct.
Are you leaving these two items to me? As expected of you, Zhisou."
The two powerful artifacts "Book of Talisman" and "Array Record" that have been cultivated by the wise old man for hundreds of thousands of years have not only been damaged in their internal structure, but their true spirit has also dissipated. Only their materials can still be used.
However, these two heavenly rules controlled by Zhisou did not fall into the hands of Ziweixingjun, who was the spirit of Futian and Zhenzhen.
God Prajna looked at the Forest of Heavenly Dao Steles from a distance and found that the first number on the two stone monuments showed "unknown".
The meanings of unknown and nameless are different, indicating that it is an artifact, not a living being.
Zhisou refined a more powerful artifact in advance. At the moment of his death, he used his last essence, blood, and the soul mark hidden deep in the sky to make it a symbol of Fu Tian and
The saint candidate of Zhentian, the law of heaven!
This wise man from the human race gave up the possibility of future resurrection and completed this artifact.
"It actually got to this point."
God Prajna sighed and crushed the two green slips in his hand into powder and mustard dust: "This is what you want, right? With your death, a new god of the human race will rise. This situation is indeed a bit unexpected.
My expectation gave me a surprise——"
An inexplicable smile appeared on the corner of Shen Prajna's lips: "But how did you know that this is not what I also want to see?"
Although the script he made for this world has been turned into a mess, the current situation inside and outside the mortal world has also become more chaotic because of this.
On the contrary, he is getting closer to the goal he wants to achieve.
Kami Prajna had noticed the cold gaze of Mu Jianxian staring here, but he didn't care at all.
He was looking in the direction of the Three Thousand Realms of the Demon Realm and watching the aftermath of the battle in the Demon Realm and War Realm.
The deceitful master never underestimates his enemies.
The guy who played against him on behalf of Zhisou and Chu Fengge and gave him a disastrous defeat deserves his attention!
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At this time, in the mortal world, the royal palace in Wang'an City.
In the dilapidated Zhenghe Hall, Yue Xiner, the chief priest of the Moon God, has been gone for a long time.
When Wen Suyi succeeded in becoming a god, the Yin god they worshiped lost part of its life source. This was tantamount to a storm coming for their sect.
Yue Xiner must return to the temple as soon as possible to deal with the follow-up matters and prepare to face the wrath and divine punishment of the Yin Temple.
After Yue Xiner left, no one in the entire palace dared to approach Zhenghe Hall.
Emperor Jianyuan was sitting on the throne, not only his eyes were dazed, but his face was also bloodless.
He had already learned about Chu Xisheng's escape from Wutian Black Prison.
That guy is so magical that he can escape from such a situation.
Those so-called ancestor gods were just like waste, left to their own devices, and there was nothing they could do about Chu Xisheng.
This is undoubtedly the worst situation. Even Emperor Jianyuan has to admit that the achievements of that Shuzi have already earned him the title of the fourth generation of the Holy Emperor of the human race!
He single-handedly brought about the emergence of five emperor-level human gods, and also reversed the fate of the human race in China that was on the verge of decline.
But if Chu Xisheng is the contemporary Holy Emperor, then what are he and Daning?
Is it true that as Yue Xiner said, she must rely on the gods to stabilize the throne and maintain the imperial lineage?
This is not impossible, but it requires paying a huge price and encountering huge backlash.
But if you do nothing, you just sit back and wait for death.
Are you waiting to be buried alive by Chu Xisheng?
Emperor Jianyuan's mind was at a loss, with countless thoughts arising and dying, and he could not calm down and think quietly.
Until a familiar figure stepped into Zhenghe Hall.
"National Division?"
Emperor Jianyuan was slightly surprised, then raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a sarcastic smile: "I thought the Imperial Master would never appear in my court again."
Yu Kunlun's expression was also very complicated.
He sighed secretly and bowed: "Everything your Majesty does today starts from me. I should start and end with your Majesty."
"A good beginning and a good end?"
A flash of strangeness flashed in Emperor Jianyuan's eyes: "What a good beginning and good end. Even if I ask the gods for help, will you follow me?"
When Yu Kunlun heard this, waves grew on his crystal-like face.
He fell into silence and did not speak for a long time.
At the same time, in the Guiyuan Sword Sect, the ‘Ultimate Sword Master’ Xie Tianqing had a completely different mood.
He and the elders of the Guiyuan Sword Sect were looking at the sky, their hearts surging with excitement, almost bursting into tears.
"It's done, it's actually done!"
"As expected of your Majesty, I thought that our Chinese race was on the verge of extinction, and it would only take a year or two at most."
"I am simply dreaming. I have already practiced the Jing Yuan Ji Shen Jue. I just want to support a few more giant spirits before I die. I would rather die than become a slave of the giant spirits."
"It's unbelievable that such a situation can be reversed with one hand! Unbelievable! It is indeed a martial arts myth. There is no two days in the sky, and it can never be surpassed in the past!"
"Wood Sword Immortal, Si Huangquan, Wen Suyi, Ming Qianqiu, Guan Yunsheng - these few may have the power of the Heavenly Emperor, or they may have the qualifications to reach the top of the Heavenly Emperor. It is expected that in a few years, the emperors of the human race will stand side by side.
The grand occasion of the world. Is this more than just a reversal?"
Xie Tianqing's mood has been difficult to calm down.
His fair face was red, and it would not go away for a long time.
It was not until a moment later that the excitement of the Guiyuan Sword Sect subsided a little, and Xie Tianqing said with a cold expression: "Inform the entire sect that the Holy Emperor has appeared in this world, and the human race has prospered! From today on, the Guiyuan Sword Sect will only follow the Dalu
The Chao Dynasty is the only imperial lineage of our human race. All internal and external disciples of the Guiyuan Sword Sect, as well as those who are nostalgic for power and serve Daning, will be expelled."
But at this time, no one in the hall raised any objection.
Their great virtue as the Great Law Emperor has been admired by the common people, and their merits will shine through the ages! The Holy Emperor of the human race is well-deserved!
Coincidentally, it is in the Dutian Shrine and the Patriarch Hall.
‘God’s Finger Dutian’ Chen Nailuo retracted his sight of looking up at the starry sky, and instead glanced at the senior officials of Dutian Shrine present.
Chen Nailuo saw their expressions in his eyes.
Most people were excited and surprised, but some showed subtle regret and panic.
"Wait!"
Chen Nailuo's eyes were as cold as a knife and he pointed at the portraits and tablets beside him: "You still want to object to me expelling these so-called ancestors?"
Everyone in the hall fell into silence.
Several people who had fiercely opposed it no longer had their voices heard.
"I will not say that people who are not of my race must have different hearts. I only watch their words and listen to their actions. What these people have done has brought shame to the Duten Shrine, and they are not worthy of being a disciple of the shrine."
He then looked outside the door and looked at the distant clouds and sky: "This matter should be announced to the world to set the record straight! In addition, the order is passed down. Our temple will be honored as the Great Law of the Human Race as the Righteous Shuo of the Human Race. After today, the disciples of the inner and outer sects will still want to do it.
Those who serve the Ning Dynasty are not worthy of being listed on the gates and walls of the Capital God Palace."
When Chen Nailuo said this, he chuckled again, with an expression of infinite emotion, filled with endless happiness and joy.
"When the human race is in danger and the land of China is sinking, it is a great blessing that there is an unparalleled genius like Your Majesty who can turn the tide and reverse the fate of our race! Now that the Holy Emperor has come to this world, if our human race cannot resolve the internal strife,
Working together will only make those giants laugh."
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Three days later, in a simple stone palace located on the edge of the Demonic War Realm, Chu Xisheng, who was already regarded by many as the 'Holy Emperor', was lying on the bed with his arms and legs spread out, his jade body lying across the bed.
His eyes were empty and lifeless, and there was still blood on his face, but there was no expression at all. His aura was peaceful, calm and indifferent, and his whole person seemed to have turned into a rock that was indifferent to the world.
Chu Xisheng felt that his mood had greatly increased.
He was now in a state of no desire and no desire, extremely peaceful and indifferent.
In short, I suddenly lost interest in anything.
Chu Xisheng guessed that he might have reached the state of selflessness as mentioned in Buddhism, and had overcome greed, hatred, ignorance and the seven emotions.
He realized that the nature of all things is empty, dependent on origin and cessation, and has no external appearance and no inner mind.
Wen Suyi was sitting next to the bed, adjusting her makeup in front of an ice mirror.
She used to not care about her appearance, let alone spend time dressing up.
But after getting together with Chu Xisheng, she became extra concerned.
She has always had a small inferiority complex in her heart, after all, she has grown up so much.
"Do you have to return to the mortal world today? You can't wait for two more days? Zangtian has returned. In the demon war world, they can't do anything to you in a short time."
When Wen Suyi said this, her eyes couldn't help but be full of nostalgia and reluctance.
At this time, less than three days had passed since the battle that affected the entire starry sky, and Chu Xisheng had to return to the mortal world.
In fact, from the perspective of Wen Suyi, her first night with Chu Xisheng in Bingcheng still seemed like yesterday.
After that, she fell into a self-imposed state and had almost no sense of the passage of time.
But at this moment, Wen Suyi still felt extremely disappointed.
The time she met Chu Xisheng was too short.
"That's not necessarily the case."
Chu Xisheng said without any fluctuations in his tone: "The key to using troops is to try your best not to give the opponent an opportunity to take advantage of. Zangtian is very strong, especially in the demon realm. However, the Zhou Tianxing Shen has great supernatural powers and no means.
It’s hard to say that they can’t prevent me from returning to the mortal world.”
While he was talking, he glanced at his character panel.
Lifespan:339834 days
Very good. The three-day war directly reduced the life span by about a thousand days!
These nine hundred years of longevity may seem like a lot, but in fact they cannot withstand the hardships.
His 'blood of eternity' is far from reaching the ideal level.
"Really?" Wen Suyi smiled when he heard this and looked at him through a layer of gauze: "But I think you are worried that the gods are fake and that your Yunyun and Luanli are real."
Chu Xisheng remained expressionless: "Nonsense!"
He was secretly thinking that this woman was obviously very gentle and considerate, so why was she speaking so sincerely at this moment?
He didn't dare to stay here any longer.
But this is definitely not for fear of being beaten, but for the sake of keeping three bowls of water level.
In the past few days, Chu Yunyun and Lu Luanli worked hard for Chu Xisheng's plan, going through life and death. Afterwards, he went to the outside world to ask about Su Yi Hu Tianhai's happiness. This is really unreasonable.
Chu Xisheng estimated the time in his mind.
After Chu Yunyun breaks through to the super level, she needs a period of time to stabilize her body, and to check and eliminate the remaining poisons in her body. However, with her talent and cultivation, it only takes three to five days.
Lu Luanli was hit by a pie falling from the sky. Not only was he designated by Zhisou to inherit a powerful artifact, but he also inherited all the magic spells from Zhisou.
But Chu Xisheng guessed that she was about to finish her retreat.
It won't take long to start refining the artifact and study what Zhisou learned. You only need to have a rough grasp of it.
If you want to truly master the inheritance left by Zhisou, you still have to learn it slowly after returning to the mortal world.
So if we don't leave, it will be too late, and the harem of Dalu Dynasty will be burned down.
Wen Suyi then sighed again and raised her hand to lift the gauze curtain: "Let me dress for my husband."
She actually wanted to keep Chu Xisheng by her side at all costs, but after all, she was not the kind of woman who ignored the overall situation for personal reasons.
Chu Xisheng was right, those ancestral gods would not give up. As a precaution, it would be better for her husband to return to the mortal world as soon as possible.
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