Wang Xiuchu took the "Gong" and "Tu" swords and compared them with each other. He found that the gray-white "Tu" sword was extremely hard in texture and had a strong sword intent, while the "Gong" sword was as soft as a piece of steel, with a sword intent like water and a bright red color.
There seemed to be countless voices murmuring within the sword.
Although the styles of these two swords are the same, their sword intentions are completely different, and even their heft in the hand is vastly different.
The "earth" sword was actually heavier than a mountain. If Wang Xiuchu hadn't mastered the magical power of the Heavenly Demon and had hundreds of millions of kilograms of strength in his body, he would never have been able to lift the sword.
But the "Gong" sword is so light that it can't even compare to a feather. It doesn't even feel a bit in the hand, as if it is nothing.
Wang Xiuchu infiltrated his thoughts into the "Gong" sword for a moment, and immediately felt the impact of hundreds of millions of unparalleled, powerful and firm beliefs.
"Not good." Wang Xiuchu immediately became alert, knowing that he was no match for these billions of beliefs. If he was allowed to compete with his own spiritual thoughts, he would be assimilated within a short time and become one of these billions of beliefs.
member.
Wang Zhong had already told him just now that this sword of "communism" was forged into the firmest faith and belief of hundreds of millions of people in Kyushu for thousands of years in the common land of the world.
These beliefs and beliefs have long accumulated in the long river of time. They were deeply excavated by Wang Zhong using his supreme magical power.
Over the course of thousands of years, these beliefs and beliefs have settled at the bottom of the long river of time. The power of their thoughts is so huge that no gods, Buddhas, gods, demons or monsters can control them. Only the glory of the Emperor of Heaven can completely control and drive them.
Because these thoughts are like the most powerful storm in the world. Once they hit, they can assimilate the thinking of any existence. Even the gods cannot resist it. This is more powerful than the temptation of the supreme demon and the confusion of the inner demon.
A hundred times a thousand times.
Compared with the calamity of heavenly demons and the calamity of human love that are most feared by Qi practitioners, any confusion and confusion are nothing more than the difference between an ant and an elephant.
“The faith of Confucianism establishes the mind for heaven and earth, establishes the destiny for the people, inherits the unique knowledge for the saints, and creates peace for all generations.”
"The Buddhist belief is that all four elements are empty, without birth or death."
"The magic family's belief is that it exists in the universe and is everywhere."
"The beliefs of these three schools: Confucianism is false! Demonism is great! Buddhism is empty! They are all false and empty, and have lost their purity and simplicity. Only the belief that the world shares the same soil is the most simple and close to the original belief of hundreds of millions of people.
, taking off the false emptiness, restoring it to reality, and approaching the Tao. It is the simplest spiritual light in the vicissitudes of the human world. Therefore, this belief can assimilate any conscious existence."
"Once this sword is sacrificed, it is better than the speech of hundreds of millions of Buddhas at the same time, flowers falling from the sky and golden lotuses sprouting from the earth. It is better than the temptation of hundreds of millions of demons in the sky who are confused and want to live and die at the same time."
Wang Zhong's voice passed through the sword and told Wang Xiuchu the mystery and essence of the two swords.
"All the soul and power of my true body have been transformed into these two swords. The 'Gong' Tu' is me, and I am the 'Tu' Gong'. Now, with your hands, I can transport the world's Gong Tu."
Faith destroys all false and empty heretical ways."
Wang Xiuchu's blood boiled and his heart was on fire. He stroked these two magic swords with incredible power, and his thoughts were surging. He wished he could go and fight King Yu to the death right away, kill him under the sword, and retaliate some time ago.
He took away the Weiyang Sword and beat himself to the shame of being seriously injured and disabled.
That time in the Forbidden City of Yanjing, Wang Xiuchu was struck by Dayu's three tombs and five canons, eight ropes and nine hills, and four major killing moves. His body collapsed, and even his consciousness had dissipated. If he hadn't relied on Wang Zhong's supreme supernatural power, he would have been dead.
He was so dead that not even a scum was left. He was born to take revenge. Now that he has obtained these two swords, it is naturally difficult to hold back.
After trying out the power of the "Gong" sword, Wang Xiuchu decided to try the "Tu" sword.
Holding the hilt of the "earth" sword, Wang Xiuchu raised the sword and swung it toward the ground. There was a sudden roar, and the tectonic plates of the earth beneath his feet started to react.
Just like the changes in the sea, the originally flat valleys naturally bulged up, as if a huge earthworm was digging into the soil below, while the towering peaks seemed to melt and flatten out in the blink of a candle.
The high mountains turned into flat ground, and the flat ground turned into high mountains. Although this was extremely fast and incredible, it was very natural, as if this was how nature worked, it just accelerated.
Wang Xiuchu stirred the sword repeatedly, and a huge mountain with a thousand meters height rose from the ground in an instant, and then calmed down again. After going back and forth for several times, Wang Xiuchu finally figured out the mystery of the "earth" sword.
"Hey!" After reciting a sword spell, Wang Xiuchu flipped his sword, and a bulging mountain peak more than a thousand meters high and dozens of miles in radius was driven into the air, covering the sun in the sky with darkness. Then Wang Zhengnan
As soon as the sword technique changed, the huge mountain peak suddenly transformed from rock and soil into a fine steel that exuded silvery white with bluish black.
Subsequently, as Wang Xiuchu's sword skills were driven, the giant stainless steel mountain changed continuously in the air, sometimes turning into a giant stainless steel dragon, and sometimes turning into countless golden steel rainbows that penetrated from north to south.
The mountains of earth and stone were driven up into the sky by the "Earth" sword, and turned into gold and steel. In the end, this world, from the sky to the sky and down to the deep valleys on the ground, had only one color, silver and white mixed with blue and black.
The whole world has completely turned into a world of fine steel.
Playing the earth into strength, driving the mountains and flying earth, this is the magic of the "earth" sword.
"Be good! When facing the enemy from now on, the sword will fly up as soon as it picks up the mountain, and then use the entire mountain of steel to hit the person. Will that person still die?"
Wang Xiuchu retracted his sword while reciting the art, and countless huge steel mountains fell lightly to the ground, still turning into mountains of earth, and the world returned to its original appearance.
"Okay, with these two swords, no matter how powerful Dayu is, I can still be invincible and kill him."
Wang Xiuchu practiced two swords, and after roughly mastering the secrets, he put them away with great satisfaction and flew towards Yanjing City. He was planning to find a perfect opportunity to assassinate the ancient holy emperor.
In the center of the main hall of the Seven Killing Demon Palace, Wang Zhong's body is still sitting on the altar, but his eyes are closed tightly, his hair is hanging on the ground, his nails are coiled, crystal clear as jade, and sharp as a blade, and he has returned to his former self.
The true form of the demon.
It turns out that Wang Zhong gave up all his blood essence and mana and transformed into the two swords of "Earth" and "Gong". Now his real body's mana has regressed by countless levels and returned to his original appearance when he transformed into a heavenly demon, which is equivalent to returning to his original form.
But the situation is such that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and Wang Zhong still has the same strength as the Earth Immortal in his current skin.
At the same time, in the deepest part of the Kunlun Mountains, Wang Zhengnan, the most mysterious messenger Tianzun, was also performing the final spell to summon the Yinglong clan.
In the rocks above the dragon head of the underground dragon vein in Kunlun Mountain, Wang Zhengnan's magic power carved out a huge palace with a radius of 360 miles. However, this palace did not have too many decorations, only thick stone stars scattered here and there.
The entire palace is divided into countless spaces, densely packed, like the most complex maze in ancient times.
The labyrinth deep underground was originally extremely dark, but Wang Zhengnan forcibly opened the dragon veins, allowing pure spiritual energy to fill up. The entire palace was extremely bright, as if the sun was shining all the time.
At this time, in the center of the palace, floating in the sky was a tall, bald, middle-aged man. Although his eyes were closed, his whole body still exuded a majesty like a sea and a prison.
This majesty is different from the aura oppression of any Qi refiner, but the instinctive majesty of an emperor. It is powerful and like a spring breeze turning into rain, which naturally makes people feel heartbroken.
The royal aura of the bald man is stronger than that of the two holy emperors, Zulong and King Yu. In comparison, it makes people feel that he is the True Dragon Emperor, the true overlord who unifies the Nine Provinces.
This is naturally the true body created by Wang Zhengnan for Yinglong Clan Shuo.
"Zhongzhenggong is really the real Dragon Emperor. I wonder how the Xuanyuan family who was chosen by Empress Xuannv compares with Zhongzhenggong." Wang Fo'er first admired sincerely, and then asked a puzzled question: "Empress Xuannv was chosen by Empress Xuannv back then.
If the Xuanyuan family is chosen instead of the Yinglong family, Zhong Zhenggong, could it be that the Xuanyuan family has a stronger royal aura? But the poor monk really cannot imagine anyone who has a more royal aura than the Yinglong family."
"The Yinglong clan is actually the real emperor, but at that time when the human race was rising, I naturally wanted to choose him as the lord of the Nine Provinces." Jiutian Xuannv said.
"That's it!" Wang Fo'er responded, clasped his hands and stepped aside.
At this time, there were only Wang Zhengnan, Wang Fo'er, Wang Ruoyan and Jiutian Xuannv in the main hall. Yuan Wang and King Dayu were not present. It turned out that Wang Jingwei was seriously injured that day and needed to be recuperated. Yuan Shikai was inseparable from him, so naturally he was
Together, Dayu saw Wang Zhengnan's supernatural powers that day, and seemed to have some ideas in his mind that he had never thought before. He returned to Yanjing City and didn't know what to plan.
Wang Zhengnan opened his hands, and suddenly, all the more than 3,000 Blood Soul Dragon Balls he had collected shot out. The bright red dragon balls the size of eggs were spinning around the bald man who was Ying Long's body.
In half a day, Wang Zhengnan and others had slaughtered all the Dragon Clan in the northwest and two seas and collected all the Blood Soul Dragon Balls. A few others even confiscated all the treasures and magical artifacts accumulated by the Dragon Clan over the years.
More than three thousand Blood Soul Dragon Balls were densely scattered around the bald man like stars, and the powerful resentment contained in them immediately filled the entire hall.
"Ying Long, why don't you send down all your thoughts!" Wang Zhengnan shouted loudly, and his voice seemed to penetrate countless voids of the universe and reach the distant depths of the universe.
At this moment, Wang Fo'er felt a powerful and powerful thought that was several times or even ten times stronger than his own, penetrating straight through the void and combining with the resentment of the Blood Soul Dragon Ball.
None of the 3,600 Blood Soul Dragon Balls entered the bald man's body.
In an instant, his closed eyes suddenly opened, and his eyes seemed like two aurora appeared in the hall, "Tianzun, thank you for helping me to be reborn!"
In hundreds of millions of years in ancient times! The strongest warrior of the dragon clan, Ying Long. Later generations dared to challenge the Emperor of Heaven, Zhong Zhenggong. Finally he was reborn again and descended on the land of Kyushu.