The old turtles and giant clams in the water mansion were crawling on the ground, and there was a terrible oppressive force from the sky, which almost turned his Shinto water mansion into ashes.
This is the anger of the generals of the Lei tribe, and all living beings in the world are afraid of it.
"Did Changyang Lord fail to ascend to heaven? Otherwise, why would these Thunder Gods be so angry?" The giant clam's face changed and he speculated in his mind.
Fuhe Shuibo shivered, his whole body stuck to the bottom of the water.
Although Fuhe is within his scope, he is not qualified to observe the death ceremony of Lord Changyang.
Everyone in the world who is qualified to watch the ceremony is now in Fengchan Mountain or the Imperial Capital.
So he doesn't know what happened yet.
"Let's give it up for today. Your Majesty will return to your throne another day." After a while, a thunderous voice echoed through Fuhe, and the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed.
After waiting for a long time, he finally recognized what was written on it.
You can't let him swim into the water. What's the difference between that and seeking death?
Although the status of the underworld is not as noble as that of heaven, the danger is much greater.
That's right, these great gods choose these miserable-looking ways to die, but in the final analysis they are still competing for incense in the world.
Following the gestures, he identified the characters bit by bit.
The void around him became thicker, and his whole fish seemed to be plunged into some kind of paste.
After reaching a limit, his body suddenly disappeared.
Her eyes scanned the rest of the people, all of whom had the same thoughts as hers.
Everyone quickly discovered an anomaly. There was a layer of almost invisible power shrouding the outside of the obelisk, making it inaccessible to outsiders. However, in just a few breaths, this power shrank by one-tenth.
Qiu Ping muttered in his heart, and at the same time, he focused his attention on the golden thread behind his back, and darted forward.
The golden light behind it became more and more brilliant, which also caused Qiu Ping to leave golden afterimages one by one as he drilled holes in the void.
The rolling turbid waves were surging, and countless sallow and skinny ghosts were floating and struggling in it. The astonishing resentment soared into the sky, making the sky gloomy as if water was about to drip.
The contraction speed is more than ten times faster than before.
…
He is immersed in the joy of filling up his progress bar.
He crossed twice before, once hitting the white clouds, and once hitting the water, and each had a buffer.
The giant clam looked puzzled. He himself supported the new sect of the gods, and he hoped that if Changyang Lord ascended to heaven, he could share the credit. This was so good, so why did something unexpected happen?
Huangquan Terrace is a treasure of the Yin Division. If her family wants to open up a world in the Yin Division, it will definitely need this thing.
Yes, his progress bar is not only filled up, it even feels like it is overflowing.
Generally speaking, their ascension ceremony involves choosing violent death.
but……
However, no matter how the storm arose in Shinto, the little loach at the center of the storm was completely unaware of it.
The fish food was worthy of being produced in heaven. The medicinal power and incense power inside quickly melted away, and his broken body was quickly repaired.
But what he didn't notice was that the blood under his body became much lighter, as if it had penetrated into the stone.
"It seems that Huangquan Terrace is about to be born. I am bound to win this time." The woman who looked like a god of war exuded a cold aura, her face was shrouded in a layer of silver light, and a strong aura of lead and mercury erupted.
This seemed to be an isolated island, surrounded by an endless sea of yellow springs. The sight of those wronged souls and resentful ghosts made Qiu Ping's scalp numb.
It's still pretty hard.
It's like he is an aquatic creature in Fukawa, but if you ask him to go swimming in Fukushima, he will be scared.
He twisted his body with difficulty, and a curved trail of blood appeared on the ground, with some remaining scales on it.
"Buzz."
On the waves around the obelisk, there were a dozen ships rising and falling, one of which was shaped like a paper boat, with a woman who looked like a god of war standing on the boat.
Such as falling into the water, falling off a cliff, or being attacked by thieves.
But this time, it hit a rock.
"Heaven...Heaven, I, Hu Hansan, am back again. I just don't know if I am still in the pond after traveling this time. I hope I am still in the same place, otherwise I will easily be killed if I encounter someone with a bad temper."
"ah……"
"Can anyone fail in this ascension?"
Everyone outside the obelisk was anxious, and at the same time they were secretly on guard.
"It's better to help humans. A word of thanks has actually increased my merits so much. No wonder the monsters say humans are treasures." Qiu Ping looked at the golden thread on his back with delight, and took photos again and again of the ancient well.
Directly below Qiuping is an isolated island.
The so-called spirit ascends to heaven and returns to its throne, which means giving up the human body and spiritually returning to the authority of Shinto.
"what sound?"
"Hey, wait, something seems wrong!"
"There seems to be something abnormal in Huangquan Terrace. The surrounding formations are shrinking rapidly."
"Loss of blood, why did we end up in such a poor place during this time travel?"
Qiu Ping lowered his head and saw that what was beneath him was not the white clouds he had imagined, but boundless waves.
Qiu Ping quickly took out the fish food from the scale space and swallowed it in big gulps.
Qiu Ping was bored, waiting for time to run out so that he could return to the ancient well.
Qiu Ping felt the familiar falling feeling and felt very happy in his heart.
To be precise, it is more like a broken obelisk inserted diagonally into the sea.
Just like a great talent, you die without a cure, which is a completely different concept from falling into the water or dying in depression due to persecution. The latter is more legendary.
Only in this way can it become tragic and spread easily among the human world.
"I, Hu Hansan..."
After eating two fish food, Qiu Ping felt that his health was almost better, and he had the energy to start looking at his surroundings.
Humph, they're just local chickens and tile dogs.
And legendaryness is exactly what the gods pursue.
Qiu Ping screamed and hit the obelisk straight away, causing a "pop" sound and blood all over his body.
Just because it is so huge, from Qiu Ping's perspective, it looks like an island.
However, at this time, he unexpectedly discovered that there seemed to be some words carved on the stone, but the words were too big. At first, he thought they were traces left by wind and rain.
"Here we go...quan...tai...recruit the old troops..."
Within the range visible to the naked eye, Qiu Ping could not see any animals or plants, nor could he see any valuable items.
And Qiu Ping inside the obelisk didn't feel so good either.
"Flags...one hundred thousand...kill Yama!"
He finished reading word by word, and suddenly there was a strong smell of blood. The obelisk here seemed to drag people into the battlefield, with iron horses and swords clanging.
Lines of black energy condensed and clung to his body, turning into a layer of pitch-black scales.
His perspective became higher and higher, and after a few breaths, he transformed into a tall black-armored knight, with a horse under his crotch with spiritual flames under his feet and eyes spitting out fire.