Huangji sealed his divine power and used his mortal body to hone his physical body.

He made a wooden cart out of wood, pulled his uncle along, and started walking on foot for billions of years.

At the turn of autumn and winter, even though the world is undergoing tremendous changes, the wind is biting.

Walking on the street, you can see the fallen leaves on the ground, the bare treetops, and the clusters of high-rise buildings built with special materials, and the chilly atmosphere fills the air.

In this era, there are no wide avenues, there are only walking paths for mortals and ordinary creatures to walk.

I saw countless floating artifacts in the sky, constantly shuttling between buildings. They were people's travel artifacts.

In the cold ancient capital city, the little bit of greenery was hidden, leaving the troubled creatures nowhere to find it.

The freezing wind and the icy earth made Huang Ji's tall and straight body numb and his gait staggered. The cold made his nose ache, his mouth turn purple, and his face turned blue.

But he still pulled the wooden cart carrying his uncle and walked away step by step. He didn't want his uncle to stay alone in this big world.

"Does he have to be so cruel to himself? Can he survive dragging his uncle on foot for billions of years in a mortal body? After all, he is the man our precious daughter loves! Over the years, he has also been like

He is our own son, it makes people feel so sad!" Hongyan's mother cried sadly.

She sobbed: "Our daughter is gone, even her beloved boy has to go!"

The man looked at his daughter and her mother crying sadly, and he felt inexplicably sad.

Although I am the heir of that Taoist tradition, I can't help with such a thing.

"He wants to take the path of becoming the most powerful, tempering himself in the world of mortals, cultivating both physical and mental skills. I'm afraid our daughter will not be able to change his decision either. Only with such a character can she be worthy of that terrifying title!" Hongyan's father

It’s so helpless!

The son of my former partner is not a simple person.

Billions of years! Billions of springs, summers, autumns, and winters! What a long time those are!

If he really returns in the future, how many people will know him? And how many people who once knew him will be alive to meet him?

Huangji's uncle looked at this stubborn nephew and felt that he had nothing to do with him!

Although this wooden carriage is a wooden carriage, it is made of rosewood and huanghuali wood. Even though it looks like an ordinary carriage, it is blessed with countless unpredictable magic circles.

of.

His uncle couldn't get out. There was a small world inside, where it was like spring all year round, and there was not much land and a courtyard inside.

In this way, his uncle can also grow some vegetables and grains.

His uncle could see him, and the food his uncle cooked could appear in front of him, but he couldn't see his uncle. It took him thousands of years to go in and have a meal with his uncle, but his uncle felt like he was there every day.

The nephew lives together.

The sky and the earth are long, the avenue is vast, the universe is vast, the sky and the earth are dark and yellow.

You don’t have to read thousands of books, but you must travel thousands of miles. There are no shortcuts on the road to becoming stronger, let alone diameter. Those peak existences are not struggling in the mortal world. The farmer’s uncle’s harvest in a year cannot be separated from that.

Moving forward with a heavy burden. A huge business empire cannot be separated from the founder's perseverance.

Huangji looked at the sky and the ground step by step. Every time he took a step, he felt the different geographical environments in the world, the meaning of existence of everything, the conditions for existence, and how matter changes. The cold wind blows, leaving

The fallen leaves of the branches are scattered in the wind, its life, its death, when it is good, when it withers, when it rots and deteriorates, when it is decomposed into organic matter...

One day, on the top of the snow-capped mountains of Changbai Mountain in the north, a hunter saw a young man dressed in linen sitting cross-legged in front of a strange-looking wooden cart, facing the rising sun without any temperature, and white clouds and mist were surrounding him.

He breathed in and out through his mouth and nose. After preparing himself, he suddenly stood up and performed a set of ant boxing techniques to his fullest.

I saw him taking a step forward with his left foot, and suddenly snowflakes were flying, and his punching techniques were constantly changing. He was a mortal, with energy and blood like a dragon, and his powerful O-type blood burst out with a infiltrating aura.

He took off his shirt and his back, and saw that his body was emitting a strange light. The map of the extreme power of the horned ants in the Great Desolation Sutra appeared in the void, and the desolate pole was like a big ant that was constantly moving there.

He was moving around, constantly changing his punches, and saw blood scabs constantly oozing out from his body surface, which were the necrotic cells and tissues in his body that were constantly being wiped away.

After seeing him, the hunter came towards him and wanted to go to him to escape the severe cold. But what made him feel so bad was that no matter how he walked, he couldn't get close to the man.

After the man pulled the wooden cart away, the wooden wheel marks on the snow gradually disappeared, but there was a thatched cottage where the wooden cart was. He pushed the door and went in, and saw a steaming cup of hot tea inside.

It’s just the right time to drink.

The strange thing was that it wasn't cold at all in the thatched house. When it got warmer, he got up and left the house, thinking that it would be much more convenient to have a thatched house here when he went hunting in the future. But what frightened him inexplicably was that he

Looking back, there are only vast snow-capped mountains...

I saw Huangji pulling a wooden cart to Tianchi. He ate the food cooked by his uncle, and he immediately plunged into Tianchi. The icy cold Tianchi water made him twitch in the water. Of course, he

He won't let his uncle see it, and he doesn't want him to worry.

The icy Tianchi water kept seeping from his pores, damaging those cells and tissues with weak resistance, and constantly killing them. He stayed in this biting cold water for a full ten thousand years. When he woke up one day

When he arrived, the world here had changed into a sea, and the surface of his body was covered with seaweed.

After a brief tidying up, he pulled the wooden cart and walked on the sea step by step. He saw a large volcano erupting on the distant sea.

In this era, all creatures in the world that can cultivate are no longer afraid of volcanic eruptions. Even mortals and ordinary creatures are protected by various divine kingdoms on the earth.

He pulled the wooden cart to the crater, and saw that the high temperature of one to two thousand degrees Celsius was destroying ordinary creatures. He sealed the crater with the endless mystical Yin-Yang Bagua formation to prevent it from endangering those ordinary creatures.

I saw him pulling the wooden cart step by step into the crater. He jumped directly into the magma. I saw the fire poison in the magma constantly entering his body along his billions of pores, burning his body.

and the soul, eliminating impurities harmful to the body.

Isn't the oily smoke that comes from burning a different kind of grilling oily smoke? It doesn't have any seasoning flavor, let alone the fresh aroma of cumin, and it just has a foul smell.

When he came out of the magma, his body was in tatters, just like the roasted pork of ethnic minorities in Dali in southern Xinjiang in Middle-earth. It was black, and the skin was burned by the magma.

As long as you want to eat it, just cut off a piece, cut it into shreds, cook a bowl of rice noodles, get some chili oil unique to the south of China, sprinkle some sesame seeds, add some coriander and chives, it is simply a delicacy in the world.

Although his body was scorched, his hair was burned away, and his scalp was burned away. Only his eyeballs and a few blackened teeth could be seen on his face, and his tongue and other items must have been burned away.

His fingers and toes were also burned off, and his body was burned to pieces, leaving no trace of his body. But don’t be afraid, how could he be burned to death with his extremely powerful universal blood type (type O blood)?

He is called reborn from the ashes, and he also survives from annihilation, comes back from ashes, and is reborn from annihilation.

His powerful blood was gleaming, rapidly repairing his broken body at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, his physical body returned to its original state, and the only change was that he became stronger than before.

Whether it is his sense of consciousness, smell, hearing, or vision, they have become thousands of times stronger.

Taking vision as an example, he could see hundreds of billions of kilometers away at Lake Maracaibo, where lightning strikes for 260 days a year. The place with the highest frequency of lightning occurrences in the world is right here.

There is a village on the side of the lake called Congumiraldo. This village is known as the most dangerous place in the world.

In order to get here, he pulled a wooden cart and walked on foot. He walked through mountains, plains, deep valleys, and oceans...

When we arrived here, it had already taken hundreds of millions of years. One can imagine how terrifying the changes and infinite expansion of the earth were.

The ancient village is not far away, and the terrifying lightning flash is so dazzling that it makes people's soul sway. The thick and boundless lightning with different colors, as thick as a river, is a disaster for all living things, but also an opportunity for all living things to survive.

Those who have passed through will live on and become stronger, while those who cannot survive will turn into ashes and disappear into ashes.

Huangji pulled the wooden cart and came here. He was very quiet. He sensed a unique aura. Apparently there was a powerful person here, a member of the Arawa tribe of Indians?

"Fellow Taoist, I wonder who you are? Where are you from? What are you doing?" I could only hear the words coming from the minority languages. Apparently the strong man felt his power and instantly released his divine power to protect the party.

"This Taoist friend, I am a practitioner who practices on foot. I yearn for this place and want to use this precious land to temper my body." Huang Ji did not say that he was the Emperor, because everyone thought he was dead.

"Fellow Taoist, all living things in the world are one family. The ancestral earth is our common home. We are all descendants of the ancestral earth, and resources can be shared. This is the teaching and philosophy of that being, and it is worthy of our ancestral earth.

All creatures obeyed. However, the lightning sea is too terrifying. All creatures that step into it and long for immortality and transcendence will all end up being turned into ashes. I have never set foot in it. The terrifying fluctuations are frightening.

, I hope fellow Taoist monks will think twice." Venerable Bo Mi dissuaded her eloquently.

He felt the terrifying fluctuations in the body of the man opposite him, which were too terrifying, but he couldn't feel even a trace of hostility. Instead, he felt that he was very kind and had an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

I saw that the scalp-numbing lightning all gathered together and continuously shocked Huangji's body, smashing his body, head, and even limbs into a sieve. Hundreds of millions of years have passed. Huangji's cultivation has become even more intense.

It's so unfathomable.

Huang Ji was about to say goodbye, so Bo Mi brought the Pu'er tea that he had treasured for tens of thousands of years and purchased from the East. This tea has the effect of nourishing health and improving the appearance, thus improving one's moral integrity.

"Fellow Taoist, I don't know how long it will be before we have tea again!" Bo Mi couldn't bear to see his best friend leave, and he had no choice but to keep him.

Huang Ji looked at the endless lightning and replied with a smile: "There are close friends in the sea, and we are as close as our neighbors to the end of the world."

The thousands of lightning bolts could no longer destroy him.
Chapter completed!