Chapter 384: Reality and Reality, Entering the Curse Realm
The truth and illusion reversed, Hongjun's virtual Taoist fruit echoed Wang Teng's own Taoist fruit, just like the poles of the two rituals and Taoist maps, a mysterious and unpredictable power spread from it, which benefited him a lot.
"The transformation of virtual and real, the integration and separation can destroy the immortals, and they can also be immortal."
Wang Teng sat cross-legged in the vast void and integrated Hongjun's fruit of emptiness into his body
The two great fruits of one real and one virtual collide, igniting a flame of light and darkness, as if two completely different forces were intertwined together.
The moment they contacted, unpredictable changes occurred, many mystery emerged, and their power was infinite, which made Wang Teng's body a little illusory, changing back and forth between the two boundaries.
This is the greatest Taoist fruit of the battle between reality and reality, which is enough to make the ancestor god crazy.
"Hongjun has disappeared, so the next great catastrophe of false gods and the dispute between reality and reality should be over."
Shennong's eyebrows in the dead city were stretched out, and his soul was brighter.
He casually pointed it out, those illusory things were destroyed, the seal of Jiuzhou was broken, the illusory disappeared, and the world returned to reality.
The tall Suiren on the side was silent, the shroud drifted in the wind, and the whole effort was to seal the dead city.
Originally, Xiao Chen and Qingqing needed to sacrifice to solve this hidden danger, but now it is enough with the strength of the two of them, so there is no need to sacrifice the younger generation.
Rumble!
At this moment, endless rays of rays soared into the sky, blooming with billions of auspicious colors. The world was filled with auspiciousness, filled with endless sacred glory.
Countless cultivators were overjoyed. This picture had manifested several years ago. They understood that a new ancestor god was born in Jiuzhou. At the same time, everyone saw the phantom of a holy sword. The sword directly slashed into the dead city and slashed the
At the magic well.
"Ah, it's Xuanyuan Holy Sword!"
"Huangdi, it's Huangdi! Emperor Xuanyuan has become the ancestral god!
The creatures in Jiuzhou were ecstatic. In ancient times, Emperor Xuanyuan Huangdi was infinitely close to the realm of the ancestral god, but he fell in the dead city in one battle, leaving only one soul to escape. After endless years, he finally advanced to the ancestral god.
Swish!
The glory is endless. Huangdi, who had just advanced to the ancestral god, arrived at the dead city. The war outside the territory has come to an end, so he doesn't need to take action.
"town!"
He shouted, the ancestor god was powerful, and the holy sword wrapped thousands of gods and killed them. Together with Shennong and Suiren, the city was completely sealed.
The great catastrophe of the pseudo-god dissipated, the world of Jiuzhou shook, and the world of all directions collapsed
The whole world seems to be much clearer, and endless vast areas appear, all of which come from the destruction of the four worlds.
The illusion of the four worlds, the vast territory has been reduced countless times, and everything that is real has been preserved
When everything is silent, the nine lamps soar into the sky from the depths of the earth, and there is an eternal beacon above each state, and the real nine states are completely unsealed.
As time goes by, the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou that are constantly shaking gradually stabilize.
This time the pseudo-god catastrophe is completely different from the original timeline. Xiao Chen was not dead, Qingqing was not dead, and the ancestor god Shennong did not die, nor did the ancestor god Shennong.
Kyushu retained most of its strength and everything was moving towards a favorable situation.
In a blink of an eye, ten years passed by, and the spiritual energy of Jiuzhou was flourishing. Cultivators in the human world began to make rapid progress, quickly breaking the original barriers to cultivation, and beginning to give birth to real masters.
The young people with extremely high cultivation levels at that time have reached their peak and opened up their own era.
The most famous one is naturally Xiao Chen. He inherited the inheritance of the Martial Ancestor and used his ancient martial arts skills to dominate the world. He was respected as the King of War by the world.
Times have changed, and the ancestor god Huangdi also looked up at the sky and felt the gradually stronger aura outside the domain.
The illusory ancestor god Hongjun was killed by him, and he suppressed the great disaster. He was also respected by the cultivators of Jiuzhou and offered the position of the ancestor.
Dong!
Alien space
A dull roar exploded, and Wang Teng's body, which had been sitting cross-legged for a long time, moved slightly
There is a powerful god that is revealed, bursting out from the body, and the stars are shaking
"The fruit of virtual and real Tao is indeed mysterious, and there is such a fate just by the initial integration."
After comprehending the fortune for ten years, he gained great benefits from Hongjun's Taoist fruit. As the projection of the second true body of the Zixiao Stone King, his foundation is naturally profound.
Not only are the various peerless magical skills, but also the many secrets in the world, the most important thing is that the stone path that the true body of the Zixiao Stone King walks through is clearly presented in full
That is a complete stone man road, which clearly manifests the practice of the ancestor god in front of Wang Teng. The stone man road is no longer behind, and it is flat
"The king realm, when this body returns, the barriers to the king realm of the immortal way should be opened."
Wang Teng's eyes are faint, and he has many associations. Only by breaking the realm and becoming king can he be truly immortal.
Enough to feed back to the world and open up infinite pure land
The stone man road in this world is endless and he wanders around the boundary of life and death, which can be called the road of silence. If you accidentally eliminate the path of life and death, you will eliminate the path of life and death if you are not careful.
This state is not easy to reach in any real world. It can be called the master of a great era. It is a place to watch the ups and downs of the times, the changes of vicissitudes and immortality.
"Now that the great disaster has been pacified, with Shennong and Huangdi here, it's time for me to find the subsequent Heavenly Monument."
His expression moved slightly, and his cultivation level of climbing to the eighth level of the Ancestral God was magnificent, and he directly opened up a channel of virtual heaven.
Wang Teng directly descended deep in the curse world. There are many mysterious relics in this world, many of which are difficult for humans and gods to enter. There are also several major regions that only affect the minds of the ancestor gods, and there are no other level monks.
Influence.
The endless primitive mountains are like millions of ancestor dragons scattering across the earth. Wild beasts are circling in the dense primitive forests.
"The sky monument here seems to be accompanied by the ancestral god's bone burial place."
His expression moved slightly, and there was a corpse of an ancestral dragon and several ancestral gods in another world around the Heavenly Monument of the Curse Realm.
For him, it was also a fortune, enough to transform it into his resources to explore the King of Stone Man and the Path of the Supreme Ancestor God.
Hulala!
The wind roared, the black fog surged, getting thicker and thicker, and the bottom was hazy
Wang Teng fell vertically along the sensing. He saw a huge sky monument suppressing the abyss. It seemed that it was not a sky monument, but other giant objects, and it was shady.
A giant monument stands in the abyss, surrounded by dense dragon-shaped creatures, with black light shining, twisting and winding like patterns.
"This celestial monument is mysterious. Even the patterns have spirituality, which is enough to turn into creatures to attack."
Wang Teng stepped forward, and the dragon-shaped creatures sensed his aura, faded like a tide, all passing through the black fog like the sky, surging down, and blending into the celestial monument.
The mark is like a dragon and a snake, with iron hooks and silver strokes, vigorous and powerful.
Walking through the dark fog, there was a huge black lake at the bottom of the abyss. The black lake water was like flat black stones, without any fluctuations, and a dead silence.
In the middle of the giant lake, there is an island with a huge sky monument standing on it. The fog is surging and the monument is hazy.
"Zulong Corpse..."
Wang Teng sensed the powerful aura and stepped across the black dead lake and came to the giant island.
It was a black ancestral dragon, with a huge divine body like a mountain, cut into six or seven sections. A terrifying claw hole appeared on the dragon head, and the soul in the head was grabbed and died.
I don’t know how many years have passed, but the body of the Ancestral Dragon that is buried here has no rotten places, and there are large pieces of dragon blood shining on the ground.
If it weren't for being suppressed by the celestial monument, I would probably have the blood to the sky and wiped out all living beings below this realm
Next to the huge ancestral dragon corpse, there were several broken bodies. The blood stained the ground red, and there was also a little divine beauty shining. It was the corpse of the ancestral god.
Some of them were left with the lower half of the body, and the upper half was crushed into flesh paste by someone. You could even clearly see the big handprints left behind, with blood everywhere and shocking.
Some of them were only one head left, and the torso below was completely wiped out and wiped out by people with terrifying divine power.
All the preserved parts are still there, and the blood is bright red and dazzling, flowing all over the floor
"It's indeed a treasure land, the corpse of the ancestor god and the corpse of the ancestor dragon. In terms of the holy sacrifice, it is a wonderful benefit."
Wang Teng laughed, and there were wisps of dark streams under his feet condensed.
Turn into a series of divine chains and dance wildly, shadows covering all directions, and their momentum is like swallowing the sky
Hurry!
At this moment, the originally calm Death Lake surging, and the black fog made the back of the spine cold, forming a whirlwind quickly rolling onto the shore.
Rumble!
The fog swelled, and the black waves rushed to the island.
The black lake that was still dead just now suddenly surged and rolled towards Wang Teng on the island
"Evil spirits are in trouble, seeking death!"
His eyes suddenly became cold, and the waving divine chains gathered together
Turning into an ink dragon and roaring away, its scales are thriving like a knife and a sword, piercing through layers of water curtains
It can be clearly seen that a pair of blood-colored eyes emerged in an extremely ferocious manner. A big black hand covered the sky and grabbed it.
hold head high!
The molong transformed from the divine chain whistled his tail suddenly, shattering the surging waves in an instant. The gathered evil spirit and death aura flowed backwards, flooding the sky
Bang!
The great power burst out, and the dark hand was repelled. The large bloodstains turned into a river of blood and rushing away for millions of miles.
A drop of blood can evolve into endless killing, overwhelming pressure
"roar!"
The terrifying black shadow in the lake water stood up, with bloody eyes shining brightly, and two big black hands directly penetrated the world.
Each black finger flashed with a cold luster, and each root was more than ten feet long, not to mention the tall body, which gave people a majestic feeling and exuded the pressure of the ancestral god level.
Ten fingers split the sky!
This is a giant hundreds of feet tall, with black and transparent skin all over his body, like a polished black iron, with a sense of explosive force.
However, there was no fluctuation of life on his body. His head had been pierced and it was empty inside.
The loose hair is dozens of feet long, hanging like a huge iron chain. Although it has been soaked in the Dead Lake for many years, it is still stained with brain and blood, which is shocking.
"The ancestor god of another world who fell here was taken over by evil spirits?"
Wang Teng's eyes swept over, and the pattern of the war suit on the giant's body was exactly the same as the two alien ancestor gods whom he took action to kill.
It's not difficult to guess its origin
Rumble!
The next breath, he stepped down, and billions of dark divine chains danced randomly, whipping down like a sky whip.
The sky collapses, and terrifying big cracks are extending, and there is no end to it.
The two big black hands were thrust into each other and exploded when they met.
Bang!
Thousands of divine chains fell, half of the giant's body was broken, blood splattered, turning into ashes; a strong evil aura rushed out of the giant's body, turning into a demon roaring in the sky.
"Sacrifice!"
Wang Teng whispered, and the chains of divine chains suddenly ignited, and the fire was surging, igniting the body of the demon and the giant ancestor god in another world.
The powerful force was swelling, pouring into his body with many broken images
It seems that it was the scene of the fight back then. Wang Teng also saw the might of the ancestor dragon during his lifetime, but the back was blurred, as if it was affected by some terrifying force.
"The sky monument is amazing and magical."
After a while, he contained the essence of the ancestral spirit in the 365 main orifices that were deified all over his body, leaving it to the sacrificial monument to understand the mystery.
He turned around and found that the marks on this celestial monument had both patterns and mysterious ancient characters, rather than all meridian patterns as seen before.
That kind of ancient Chinese is vigorous and powerful, with iron hooks and silver strokes, strokes and strokes, just like little ancestor dragons swimming.
"Create the gods in the sky and perfect my method."
Wang Teng's eyes lit up, and phantoms appeared all over his body, with vivid patterns on it, as if he had come back to life.
Echoing this celestial monument, it seems to be connected into a whole
In the next breath, the sky monument that suppressed the abyss of the curse became hazy. The dense dragon-shaped characters on it all seemed to be alive, rushed out of the sky monument and submerged Wang Teng.
"This kid is really strange. He can actually touch this ancient monument. Without the huge sacrifice of the essence of life, it is difficult to understand the mystery."
Next to the ancient monument, the stone turtle slowly poked out its head and walked two steps staggeringly.
The eyes as big as mung beans blinked, staring at Wang Teng, who was flooded by the patterns.
Buzz!
Bands of dazzling light flowed out from Wang Teng's acupoints. It was the essence of the previous giant ancestor god in another world, which was guided by him and injected into the celestial monument.
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it's such an amazing person. It's really similar to that person back then. This evil method of sacrifice seems to be more prosperous, and the plunder is really thorough."
The stone turtle not far away approached a little more, and seemed a little surprised. She looked at Wang Teng, who was sitting cross-legged in front of the sky monument, carefully.
He couldn't help but recall a person he had seen in the long years
Rumble!
The next moment, the stele surrounding Wang Teng suddenly became clear, as if some wonderful change had occurred under the guidance of this celestial monument, and there was a tendency to integrate.
At this moment, the abyss shook, and the light was dazzling, and the darkness was completely dispelled.
"what happened?!"
"I felt the aura of the ancestor god!"
"The abyss has changed. Could it be that some great horror has appeared?"
The cultivators in the curse world were inexplicably shocked and felt uneasy. They could not find anything except feeling a terrifying wave that made their souls tremble.
During this process, Wang Teng's stele surrounding his body was constantly shaking, and the mysterious patterns continued to integrate into his origin
Those little ancestor dragon-like words are like life, condensed into the supreme essence in his divine source, blending and forming the path that is most suitable for oneself.