The sound was faint, penetrating the void and reaching the depths of the universe. There was hope somewhere...
Thirteenth Lang stood in front of a fence. There were vegetables and fruits growing in abundance. In late autumn, the fruits were abundant and golden.
The aroma of melons and fruits permeates the air and surrounds the space. The spiritual energy is rich and fragrant, mixed with traces of Tao. This place is like a treasure in the world.
People who didn't know it thought they were in a fairyland, but Thirteenth Lang ignored the beautiful scenery in front of him and looked at a dark cave at the end of the criss-crossing paths.
There are caves everywhere in the Kunlun Sea of Clouds, and the caves are divided into many levels. Any house with a door can only be owned by a very high-level being, but everyone except the Valley Master has a wooden door. At the peak of the Kunlun Sea of Clouds, there is a
The iron gate isolates the world and creates the glory of the Holy Land.
But this place was just a very ordinary cave, dark, cold, and incompatible with the fragrance outside. With a contradictory indifference but then calmness, Thirteenth Lang came to the entrance of the cave, pushed aside the cobwebs, and walked in.
When the figure disappears, the ocean of melons and fruits trembles, and the sky is covered with a layer of light gray. It seems that there is the sound of traffic in the ears, a touch of sadness, a calm sorrow...
The ancient cave has existed for many years, and the blood in Thirteenth Lang's body began to boil, and it was almost impossible to suppress it. If he hadn't been in the late stage of Zhan Dao, he might have fainted right now.
In the center of the ancient cave, there is a sad atmosphere. There is an incense burner on a simple table. After many years, no one has used incense and it is covered with dust.
Under the incense burner was a shabby book, which was blown open by the wind. There were strange tadpole words on it. The handwriting could be vaguely seen, but the profound meaning it contained penetrated into the depths of the soul. I don’t know, I don’t understand...
Click!
Because the feet vibrated the bottom, the dust on the top of the cave that had been too long fell off, falling gently, like the loss of time, unknowingly, but it did exist and was invisible.
A token in his arms exudes a touch of warmth and fluctuates with the signs of a saint, blocking the erosion of dust. It looks calm, but is actually murderous.
When ordinary people enter the cave and the forbidden area of Yaowang Valley, they will be crushed by the dust, assimilated, and settled, and all hopes will be in vain.
Everything is like a dream!
Thirteenth Lang finally arrived at the cave. He was only twenty meters away from the door, but the short distance seemed to cut off time and space, and disturbed the soul. It was like a cry from the depths of hell, calling people down and unable to return forever.
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Thirteenth Lang's forehead was sweating, and he barely entered the stage with the holy weapon given by the Valley Master. But just then, thinking about someone's words, he not only smiled bitterly, but the energy in his body slowly evaporated, like the top layer
The falling dust turned into soil.
On the surface, it appears to be dust caused by weathering, but it is actually Thirteenth Lang's retrograde spirit. Due to the retrograde movement, the cave has undergone subtle changes.
Feeling the loss of life, Thirteenth Lang stood at the entrance of the cave with complex eyes that were difficult to describe. However, both his son and wife died, and this lineage was considered severed.
The inexplicable sadness that existed in the cave, triggered by Thirteenth Lang's emotions, suddenly hit like a stormy wave, shaking the entire earth.
Yaowang Valley, this day, is no longer peaceful. The void covered by the sea of clouds reveals a brilliant light, which is holy and noble. The iron gate on the top of the mountain is still progressing, like the cold sky, looking down on all living beings with ruthlessness and justice.
Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Thirteenth Lang closed his eyes, and the transformation path on his body emitted a rainbow. At some point, the sacred token in his arms acted as a conductor, increasing the output of energy and spirit, filling the cave.
When life is gradually lost, and the inner sorrow is greater than life and death, people's feelings will fade away, and fear will disappear. Thirteenth Lang knew that he was about to die, and smiled.
This is the most valuable thing he can do. A master in the late stage of Zhan Dao is not a very prominent figure in the Holy Land. He dies every year because of the struggle between the Holy Lands.
Quite a few, for ordinary big families, the extremely lofty state of killing Dao is as useless here as ants.
Thirteenth Lang smiled, because he knew he was going to die. He glanced nostalgically outside the cave. Although it was pitch black and his sight was cut off by the formation, his heart was extremely open.
He felt the air outside, the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds, and his soul was endlessly released. The sacred weapon token turned into a strong blood energy and rushed into his body, destroying the vitality of his meridians in a domineering manner.
It seemed that he had expected this. Thirteenth Lang's face was extremely calm. He had many choices. He could ignore the Valley Master's order and stay here for ten days and a half. There might be hope that after the energy and energy are completely exhausted, or
Go out as a useless person.
But he didn't have that much. Thirteenth Lang understood Yaowanggu's approach very well, and when the token entered his body, he didn't resist at all.
The decay of energy and spirit was like dust falling, or like a delicate flower in the cold rain, falling, settling, and losing. Thirteenth Lang's face was neither sad nor happy, and the vitality in his body had almost disappeared.
He was dying, but he calmly accepted this outcome. He was absolutely loyal to Yaowang Valley. Even if his son and wife died, he had no thoughts of revenge. He just calmly accepted the arrangement of the valley owner.
The owner of the valley is God, and he is bound by God's destiny. He obeys the law and cannot resist. The belief and consciousness rooted in his mind make the powerful Thirteenth Lang desperate to face the god of death without resisting.
When the dust settled, Thirteenth Lang finally smiled when he saw an urn. Inside was his son's ashes. He took out the token from his arms with difficulty, and it turned out to be a family of three.
Son, wife, or himself, Thirteenth Lang had already anticipated the outcome. It was fine this way. If he died, he would die. He would no longer have to shoulder the mission of Yaowang Valley and leave.
When this vein is broken, the rebels are also cut off, but the impact on future generations is immeasurable. The rebels, with their aura of acting against nature and being lawless, spread out in the cave and penetrated inside.
When the first ray of light shines in the sea of clouds, the cave seems to emit the same strong brilliance. The two complement each other, and there is a peerless law contained in it.
Boom!
The gods and thunders in the void are intertwined and intricate. In the most concentrated place, splendid pavilions and pavilions can be vaguely seen, exuding a coercion that makes all living beings worship.
Everyone in Yaowang Valley looked at the sky in shock, feeling the terrifying presence emerging from the void. Many people couldn't bear the influence and knelt on the ground, praying tremblingly.
Thunder and lightning struck, lotuses grew in the void, and everything was in nirvana. All living creatures felt this huge aura, which condensed over the forbidden area of the cave, and a beam of light descended.
"This is heaven!"
Pavilions and pavilions appeared in the sky, resembling the ancient heaven, emitting a pressure that far surpassed that of a saint and towered over all living beings.
The clouds and mist are dissipating, but the pavilions in the heaven are melting. It seems to be an illusion, formed by the illusion of clouds and mist, but in the most critical place, there is always something core that is shining with dazzling light.
Thirteenth Lang was dead, his body was dry, and all the retrograde spirit was absorbed by the cave. Because of the retrograde aura, thunder fell from the sky, and thundered loudly on the formation in the forbidden area.
Everything was so natural. Someone rebelled, and God suppressed it. Yaowanggu just used his strength, and used the long-prepared arrangement and the energy and spirit of the rebel as a guide to pull off a huge trick.
Facing the wrath of the sky, the Forbidden Land roared, and the vegetables, fruits, and seemingly ordinary food in the entire yard all disappeared, turning into an innate chaotic energy that fought against the thunder.
A plan to kill with a borrowed knife!
Watching the fight between the two, the great elder stood in his cave and understood that the most shocking thing was not now, but the most dangerous thing was still to come.
The mountain protection formation of Yaowang Valley has been opened in front. Inside the iron gate, in the void, there is a wave of saint's soul, competing with Haotian, forcibly separating the entire Yaowang Valley, away from the struggle between the two forces.
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This is no longer an attack that ordinary people can imagine. It is like thunder from the sky stirring up fire on the ground, a natural phenomenon of nature, nothing more.
Gray mist hung over the Yaowang Valley, and the sacred and inviolable holy land was cast into a layer of darkness that was puzzling and shocking. Especially the disciples who absolutely worshiped Haotian's existence were stirred up in their hearts. They believed in Haotian.
Tian, following the Valley Master, thought that this was the light. Unfortunately, in the endless years, there were some changes.
God's punishment, the light of thunder, flashes with an icy cold light, deeply imprinted in the depths of the soul. The disciples of the Holy Land knelt on the ground and prayed devoutly. They could not see those people far above who were looking at the sky excitedly.
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Heaven is moving in good health, and a gentleman strives to constantly improve himself.
The terrain is kun, and a gentleman carries things with kindness.
The universe and the earth complement each other, but they are in extreme opposition, two extremely powerful energies confronting each other. The thunder represents Haotian, and the fragrance of flowers is filled with the fragrance of earth.
At the intersection, the void bursts, and it seems that an extremely powerful creature is awakening, suppressed in the forbidden area, and is about to break out of the ground.
After absorbing the aura of the rebel, this extremely powerful creature dispersed its pressure and surpassed the saint in just one ray, making even Haotian feel fear.
Thirteenth Lang's body transformed into Tao, shattered into dust, and disappeared into time and space together with the falling flowers. However, this weak energy was the fuse of the war between heaven and earth.
It has to be said that life is small and death is great.
The seal was attacked by heaven's punishment, and cracks appeared. The soil cracked, and a wave of resentment emanated from the land, carrying ancient barbaric thoughts that could obliterate all living creatures.
Inside the iron gate, a light and shadow stood straight in the void, looking directly at the sky. It exuded a peerless pressure, competing with Haotian for glory. Even the thunder from heaven could not cover up this person's grace.
He is the Master of the Medicine King Valley, a person who is extremely powerful and knows how to endure. Such a person is extremely terrifying, a saint but a villain, invincible in the world.
Kneeling behind him were a large number of top masters, the weakest of whom were in the Dao-killing realm, and even a few who were in the sub-sage realm. This was the strength of Medicine King Valley, which was far superior to any force in the world.
"It's time to break it." The owner of Yaowang Valley said softly.
As soon as he finished speaking, the ancient cave stretched out, and a tiny crack appeared on a seemingly ordinary stone wall. When this crack appeared, the world changed dramatically again.
