Chen Yang smiled and sighed: "This is what Xu Qian wanted me to see, and it must have been the scene he saw at the beginning."
"Then just take a look, what's the harm?"
Chen Yang immediately saw that this scene had reached its first high point.
In the sky above the formation of twelve golden corpses with the Taoist as the center, dark clouds as black as ink gathered from the ends of the earth and the sea, layered thickly, purple thunder brewed, and the majestic power of heaven crushed them.
"Boom boom boom~"
Amidst the loud noise, except where the Twelve Golden Corpses and the Taoist were, the trees in other places turned into powder, the stones turned into sand, and the ground was constantly dented...
Everything was crushed into nothingness under the heavy pressure of God's power.
The Taoist and the Twelve Golden Corpses were originally just entrenched on the plains. After the thunderclouds gathered and the power of heaven came down, they suddenly became like lying on the top of the mountains, becoming the most prominent one on the earth.
Suddenly, a voice too loud for humans to make resounded throughout the world:
"Kneel down and surrender."
Two simple words, four words, full of taken for granted and condescending, like a gift.
The Taoist stood up tall and pointed at the sky and cursed the earth.
Twelve golden corpses formed a formation and soared into the sky.
In an instant, the sky was filled with thunder.
Thunder fell like rain, as if it lasted for a century.
The twelve golden corpses were destroyed one by one.
The Taoist finally transformed into golden light and punched through the thunder clouds.
Just when Chen Yang thought that the Taoist would eventually be destroyed in the thunder just like his golden corpse, the situation changed again.
The endless thunderclouds kept collapsing and condensing, and finally turned into a giant palm that covered the sky and sun, pressing down heavily on the Taoist.
The giant palm of the thunder cloud fell and turned into a five-fingered mountain, suppressing the Taoist at the foot of the mountain.
Chen Yang's perspective changed. He fell from a high altitude and also appeared at the bottom of Wuzhi Mountain.
There, he saw the Taoist man carrying Wuzhishan on his shoulders.
He laughed ferociously:
"The sky is heaven, so what should I fear?"
"I will eventually transform into Krishna and replace him."
"As the ages turn, there will be thousands of calamities and countless deaths."
"If you don't kneel, you won't surrender!"
With a "click" sound, Taoist Heitian's legs were shattered and broken.
I would rather break than kneel.
Time flew by quickly in front of Chen Yang's eyes.
Wuzhishan suppressed everything, but Taoist Heitian could not fall even if he carried the mountain.
Right in front of Chen Yang, he smiled ferociously and tore off the flesh and blood on his body one by one, and then swallowed them into his belly one by one, squeezing out the majestic power and carrying the mountain for thousands of years.
A tall and burly Taoist was torn off by himself, swallowed his flesh and blood, and turned into a golden skeleton that would endure all eternity.
In the process, he cursed the heaven and the earth, and vowed to replace the sky with black sky and the living with the dead, which echoed endlessly.
Every time he scolds the world, he will inevitably spit out a mouthful of blood as golden as paint.
The blood escaped from the mouth and never fell to the ground.
They seem to have their own will and beliefs, and they want to escape the suppression of the sky, go to the endless world of heavens to accumulate strength, and finally make a comeback.
"I see......"
Chen Yang murmured.
His heart was filled with endless shock.
Whether it’s the twelve golden corpses soaring into the sky, the thunder that destroys the sky and the earth, or the giant thunder cloud palm, or even the miserable and unruly Taoist Heitian in the entire branding scene...
Any one of them, stretching out a finger, is enough to grind Chen Yang into powder.
That was another, superior level of power that suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, shocking Chen Yang's soul.
It seemed like a second had passed, or it seemed like it had lasted a whole day and night. Chen Yang opened his eyes again, and in front of him was only the dark depths of the mine, and the golden bones that were turning into sand inch by inch.