If five hundred years are a cycle of reincarnation.

Chen Xia was witnessing this cycle of reincarnation. His spiritual consciousness occasionally spread, and would merge into the world and feel the voices of sentient beings.

According to what the Qi training practitioner said.

This is a sign of becoming a god.

He is about to become a part of this heavenly way, and even replace the heavenly way, becoming the only god in this heaven and earth.

This process will take some time to accumulate.

Chen Xia was not anxious and waited slowly.

His current "Big Turtle Breathing Technique" has been practiced to perfection, but it does not suggest the next stage of exercises.

Chen Xia guessed that he had to wait until his Nascent Soul, and this "Big Turtle Breathing Technique" would be upgraded according to his luck, otherwise it was because of his lack of luck, so he had to add some luck.

Now his power has reached 350, luck 40, and mana 0.

Standard Reckless Warrior Template.

In fact, Chen Xia also felt that there was no need to have some magic power, just a little magic resistance in the future.

A little power is to hurt people, and luck is to hit people with a critical hit and then hit people with even more pain.

The two complement each other, so they can point each other.

However, Chen Xia is also a little interested in mana. If he wants to add extra points in the future, he will click one to see the effect on mana.

In addition, Chen Xia’s connection with this small world is getting deeper and deeper, and sometimes he even feels that he is the world.

Because of this, there would be a vibration in his mind, which was the dark sound of heaven and earth. It would occasionally sound ten years ago, with a rapid vibration.

Chen Xia felt it was like a kind of...

Early warning.

But what are you warning about?

Volcanic eruptions, earthquakes, tsunamis?

Although these disasters have a devastating power to ordinary people, they have no effect on heaven and earth, and are even these disasters caused by heaven and earth.

What else can it be?

Chen Xia thought of it soon.

He was an outside monk, the palm that destroyed the city at that time.

That is why the heaven and earth will warn, because this does not belong to the heaven and earth, and will even erase the great way of heaven and earth.

Chen Xia's mind also became nervous during the past ten years. In order to fight against this big hand, he accelerated the speed of writing Daozhang and wanted to achieve Daozhang before the big hand arrived.

If Chen Xia can use the Netherworld Desperate Plot and forcefully open a room with his big hand, thereby stealing 30% of his big hand's strength, he will be confident that he will win.

What stands out is that I not only want to green you in front of you, but also beat you hard.

So Chen Xia is very busy now. He condenses the mysterious energy during the day and writes Zhang at night.

The last time the big hand appeared was about four hundred years ago. If the deadline was five hundred years, there would be a hundred years left, and Chen Xia would have to face the pressure of the big hand.

Chen Xia has already thought about it, and he has three choices by then.

Fight or run.

Actually, there is no need to think about it, but if you use arrangement and combination, there are two ways.

If you can't beat it, you will run away, if you can't beat it, you will fight again.

There are so many choices.

Chen Xia laughed mockingly and stepped up his practice to strive to be able to hammer and kill the big hand a hundred years later.

But life is always full of unexpected surprises and unfulfilling people.

Today's imperial city suddenly became darker, even darker than at night because there was moonlight at night.

The people came out one after another and looked towards the sky, feeling that the shadows shrouded in the sky seemed to be... like...

One finger?!

And his fingers were still falling, and the strong wind was already blowing in the city just through the airflow that had been brought up for dozens of miles.

The people were extremely shocked. The high-ranking officials and nobles who received the news prepared a carriage as soon as possible and wanted to escape.

But the whole palm is as big as a hundred miles. Even if your carriage doesn't rest, it will only travel fifty miles a day. How can you escape in one day?

The people who were still in the imperial capital began to wait for death, but they didn't wait. Some people began to worship Chen Xia's statues frantically, hoping that the immortals could save the world.

Some people have lost hope and can't stand the other people's bowing. They kicked Chen Xia's statue off with a big kick, pointing at the statue and said angrily.

"It's useless. No one can save us. Don't expect any immortals. This is just a rumor from hundreds of years ago. Just wait for death, wait for death!"

The worshiper picked up the statue and sighed, "If you scold me, you don't need to kick the immortal."

"Oh!" The person who kicked the leg sighed heavily. He also wanted an immortal to save the world, but there was nothing!

As the big hands in the sky get closer, people can already see the clear fingerprints between their fingers, and there are thunder like little snakes swimming.

People all know that immortals will not save the world...

Immortals are about to destroy the world!

The most central city.

The emperor of the dynasty walked to the center of the bedroom, leaned over and bowed, forcibly suppressed the trembling voice, and said respectfully.

"Emperor of Daxia, please invite the immortal to be born!"

He bowed heavily, and the sound of his bowing echoed around him.

When the sound of kowtowing sounded, the surroundings became completely silent and there was no sound.

The body of the Emperor of Daxia was trembling. He thought about the words of the previous emperor, the legend of the past, and the statue of the immortal every year.

He was unwilling to give up, so he kowtowed again and said.

"Please save the world!"

This time, even the wind was quiet.

The corners of the Daxia Emperor's mouth trembled, he stood up angrily, pointed to the ground and cursed.

"My people in Daxia have to worship you every year and regard you as the supreme existence. Why do you want to be this turtle shy and avoid it?"

"Is it because I am afraid of this big hand in the sky, and I dare to hide and escape early. You are a bullshit fairy, but you are just a treacherous villain who takes advantage of your mistakes!"

The Emperor of Daxia did not vent his anger enough, and he had to stomp the ground a few times to show his anger.

When his anger dissipated, he sat on the ground in despair, looking at the big hands in the sky with a dull expression.

Perhaps there are no immortals in this imperial city, but it is just a lie used by emperors of all dynasties to consolidate their country.

Why did he believe it?

The emperor smiled bitterly, covered his face with both hands, and couldn't help crying.

"Let me die with my world!"

A hand suddenly rested on his shoulder, and a smile came from a word.

"You are still too polite when it comes to swearing people."

The emperor looked up in shock, with tears in his eyes, and he looked blankly at the young man in front of him, with an instant shock.

Because the young man in front of him has many similarities with the statue of the immortal, although it is not very similar, it is at least 50%.

It is mainly temperament, a calm temperament.

And in this situation, I can still be so calm.

"Immortal...Immortal?" the emperor asked in disbelief.

"Be good, don't cry, go and stay behind and watch me perform." Chen Xia advised as if coaxing a child.

In terms of age, the current emperor is indeed a child in front of him.

The emperor's face turned red, he quickly stood up, bowed to Chen Xia with his fists, and said respectfully: "I've seen an immortal!"

Chen Xia grinned, "Then you have to see it clearly, and you won't see it in the future."

The emperor looked up and glanced at him, not seeing clearly yet.

Chen Xia's figure had appeared in the sky, and he stepped forward.

The entire sky condensed dark clouds, covering hundreds of miles, and even enveloped this big hand.

The scarlet thunder and lightning were already beating in the dark clouds. Occasionally, a thunder dragon that had become a spirit poked out its head and looked down.

A terrifying wild aura came from it, and a light blue eye stared out from the dark clouds, as if staring at the eternal age, looking for the candidate to overcome the tribulation.

This is a 100,000-year thunder disaster.
Chapter completed!