Heaven is majestic and vast. It crushes time and freezes nothingness. It seems to be a world of its own, rising and falling outside the sky.
In the past few months, various strange phenomena have been appearing in the Tianshan Mountains. On the top of some Tianshan Mountains, silver and lightning are intertwined like dragons, and there are vaguely swarms of thunder chariots, as dark as ink, and full of purple thunder patterns.
, like a cold giant beast dormant; at the foot of some Tianshan Mountains, the black and yellow armor shines brightly, and there are countless heavenly soldiers and generals wearing armor, polishing their war weapons and forming battle formations.
There are also Tianshan mountains surrounded by the true fire of the heavenly sun, with one golden dragon after another meandering and flying. On the dragon's back, there are heavenly generals carrying war spears, blood-stained heavenly drums, and heavenly soldiers holding huge heavenly horns and magic conchs.
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The air was filled with a strong murderous aura, and the smell of Mars was very strong. After the Lord Zhenyuan God came, Su Qinian walked down Zhantian Mountain alone, walking among the Tianshan Mountains. He heard many sounds and felt
To the simmering anger in the hearts of countless people in Heaven, for many epochs, Heaven has never been so slighted as it has been in the past thousand years. Even this is an undisguised provocation, trampling on the sacred and inviolable rights in their hearts.
The majesty of the ancestral court.
The only sound that was missing was to hand him over.
There was no dissatisfaction or complaint. He was even just sighing and envious that he had reached the seventh level of the Ninth Heavenly Mountain and obtained the spot in the Heavenly Emperor Sea that countless people in this era longed for.
As for the powerful men from all the tribes in the five heavens gathering in Tianwaitian, there will be no second choice for all the tribes in heaven.
On this day, in a corner of the mountains, Su Qinian saw a group of seven or eight-year-old children. They were waving war weapons and war swords made of iron and wood in their hands, imitating the appearance of their elders, and practicing some messy and unusual tricks.
moves, but everyone is very serious. On the bank of a large white river not far away, there is an old man with white hair, wearing a worn-out armor, fishing quietly, but he is surrounded by two people.
The two-year-old child was climbing up and down on him like a monkey.
"Stop talking, grandpa can't bear it any more and his beard is about to fall off."
The old man pretended to be in pain, and the two children were wearing animal skin jackets. Their chubby, lotus-like arms sometimes looked like they had three joints, sometimes they looked like they had four joints. After hearing this, they immediately climbed down and stretched out their hands.
He gently stroked the old man's chin and blew gently with his small mouth: "Grandpa, if you don't cry, it won't hurt if you blow it."
Snapped!
The next moment, not far from Su Qinian, a child was struck in the back by an ironwood sword. He screamed in pain and fell at Su Qinian's feet.
Su Qinian helped the child up. This means that in the heaven, the essence of life is far stronger than the vast starry sky. Otherwise, with that sword just now, even an adult man who had just refined his blood would have broken his muscles and bones.
"Thank you, big brother, I can stand up on my own." Xiao Tong stood up, pushed Su Qinian's hand away, stood up unsteadily, and looked at Su Qinian with some suspicion, and said, "Brother, why don't you go?
My father, uncles and uncles have all gone in armor formation. In two years, our muscles and bones will be fully formed and we will be able to awaken our battle blood and guard the heaven."
Caressing the child's naked and sweaty little head, Su Qinian said seriously: "Brother is ready."
Perhaps Su Qinian's determined gaze infected the child. Although he was still confused in his heart, the child still nodded towards him: "Big brother, you have to protect yourself too. I'm going to practice my sword."
Su Qinian came to the riverside and looked at the two monkeys rolling into a ball again on the bank. His eyes softened. Although they were in different worlds, the fireworks were so real and similar. Su Qinian
Nian believes that this is also the reason why countless sages of the human race in the long history have tried their best to fight to the last drop of blood without taking a step back. It is also because of this bond that the Suiren family can light the bonfire for the advancement of the human race.
, after ancient times, to light the way forward for the human race.
"Senior, don't you think it was me who broke the tranquility here?"
Standing beside the old man, Su Qi young said, he looked at the white river water, with rolling waves and dense water vapor, but the old man's fishing hook was as straight as a sword and empty.
The old man gently swung the fishing rod, and the hook was like a sword, which directly pierced a golden arowana at the bottom of the river, and then turned into a soft sword wrapped around his fingers, pulling it out of the river.
The old man was skilled in scraping the scales, disemboweling him, and making a fire. Soon, the several-foot-long arowana was placed on the bonfire. The golden fat dripped and the fragrance overflowed. The old man chuckled and said: "In this era, in the heaven
Among all the juniors, there are only two or three people that the old man cannot see through, and you are one of them."
"Look at the many arowanas in this river. Are they all very smart? It's not that I don't use curved hooks for fishing, but they are very psychic and know that the more tempting something is, the more untouchable it is. It's not just them.
, as small as a blade of grass in this vast heaven that knows how to grow towards the sun, as large as this world of all the clans, and even the kingdoms of gods, celestial demons, and groups of divine beasts, even my heaven, and the four worlds of gods, are all fighting for it.
Survival evolves.”
Having said this, the old man looked up at Su Qinian, his slightly cloudy eyes seemed to be sparkling with the sparks of his soul, and said: "Even if it's not you, there will be others who will break the tranquility here.
The ruler of the heaven has never had true tranquility for the heaven. Do you know what is the biggest difference between our human race and the other races in the heaven?"
"In addition to the seven emotions and six desires, we are also bound by principles and rules. We have the knowledge and persistence of morality, good and evil, and the fighting spirit that flows in the blood of war and will remain immortal no matter how many epochs pass."
Su Qinian's eyes flashed, and then he took a deep breath and said, "Su Qinian has learned a lesson."
He has long seen that the old man is not an ordinary person. He is in charge of the sealing law and blends the true meaning of the heavenly monument. Even if he first enters the heavenly realm, after this time out of seclusion, there will not be many people or things that can truly escape his insight.
Yes, the old man is a supreme god. If his guess is correct, he should be the Lord of the Tianshan Mountains in front of him.
The old man shook his head and said: "The old man's muscles and bones still have some strength. Only when your generation truly grows up can the inheritance of my heavenly family be expected to continue. Before that, no one can be left behind."
"Senior, I'm confused." Su Qinian suddenly said.
The old man was startled, and then he smelled a burnt aroma. He stood up and said, "Young woman, you are careless!"
Su Qinian left, leaving no one to share the fragrant arowana. In the corner of his eye, he reflected the old and young quarreling in the river. He did not ask the old man's name, but he knew very well that this supreme god
, most likely waiting for him here, he felt the obscure breath of fate.
After half a cup of tea, the old man smoothed his messy gray beard and stood by the river. His feet were wet by the white river water. He took a deep breath and said: "This son's heart is like a mirror. Among the children of gods, even if he is not
The strongest one will definitely be among the strongest in his year."
The slightly curly black hair was fluttering, and the figure of Lord Zhenyuan appeared beside him, shaking his head slightly, maybe he wouldn't have to wait until his new year.
"He is still somewhat wary of Heaven. When he observes the mountains, rivers and people here, the truth in his heart has a place that belongs to him," the old man sighed, "but since the inheritance of Mingguang has recognized him, we old people,
I will definitely try my best to make him understand that this can be his destination, the upper world and the lower world, and the war blood in the human race has never changed."
Divine Lord Zhenyuan glanced at him and said, "I haven't seen you sighing like this in many years. What did you see?"
"I didn't see anything." In the eyes of the old man, there seemed to be two stone mills turning in the chaos. "This must be the thickest mist of fate that I have ever seen in my life. The future is invisible, the past cannot be pursued, and now
It’s hard to determine.”
"Can't even you see through it?" Divine Master Zhenyuan frowned, "Is it because of the power of the Sky Monument?"
The old man raised his eyebrows: "No more words, I can feel that some old friends have already arrived."
At this moment, the old man's eyes were gray, like two caves of chaos, and like the wonders at the beginning of the creation of the world, reflecting outside the heaven, many figures had appeared in the misty white mist, the vast heaven,
It was like a giant dragon's lair that was about to fall into the sky for nine days, but was approached by countless insects that sniffed out the scent and emerged from the mud.
On the last day, Su Qinian returned to Zhantian Mountain. After hearing the sonorous sounds of war in Zhutian Mountains, he also began to adjust his mood and breath. Next, he wanted to let go and fight. Originally, he wanted to wait for the vast starry sky, but
Now that he is almost unable to hold back, let him see how strong this generation of strong men who have been cut off from the starry sky for countless epochs and have grown up in pure Yang Qi are.
On the mountain monument, the battle glory is brilliant, as ancient as glass. The bright moon is in the sky. Su Qilong stands on the top of Zhantian Mountain. His black hair is like ink, spread wantonly on his back. His whole body is bathed in the cold moonlight, and his temperament is empty.
And it was quiet until the first vast horn sound sounded in the heaven and among the mountains.