"Everyone knows that the "Thirty-Three Heavens" was created by the Great Master Fudo Mingwang before the Tenth Yuanhui. It is mysterious and unpredictable. It is ranked second on the Taiyi God's list and is the strongest in the world."
"Young monks must be wondering why they are the strongest in the world despite being ranked second."
The old man in Confucian robes asked and answered himself, stroking his beard and smiling: "It's just because the number one position in Taiyi's divine merit list has been vacant since the day it was compiled. Later generations can only compete for the second place."
"One is the Dao of Heaven itself, the number of the beginning, and the number of perfection."
"No matter how powerful the manpower is, the techniques he creates will always be within the law of heaven. Who dares to claim the first place?"
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Kung Fu is always dead. It is a means to explore the way of heaven and pursue immortality.
Rather than saying that the Taiyi Divine Skills Ranking is a ranking of skills, it is better to say that it is a ranking of people.
The ranking of people is also affected by the times.
The closer you are to the present day, the more advantage you have.
Because, the Taiyi Divine Merit List is ranked in each era.
The old man in Confucian robes used the "Thirty-Three Heavens" technique to start talking about the grievances between Chi Yao and Zhang Ruochen over the years. Although there are details that are inconsistent with the truth and there are places where the author speculated, the general outline is the same.
"Xingtian Cliff is so powerful. It actually investigated me in such detail. The energy behind it must be extraordinary. No wonder it is as famous as the Hongchen Peerless Tower, Chixia Feixian Valley, and Shenshan Jingyun Pavilion."
Zhang Ruochen's eyes fell on Chi Kunlun, with mixed feelings in his heart that were hard to understand.
Only then did he finally understand why Emperor Ming only dared to see him as Qi Tian in the ancient realm of Destiny Mountain. There were definitely many times that Emperor Ming silently looked at him in the dark.
It's not that I don't want to meet.
It’s just that I don’t dare and I can’t.
It was not until the eve of rescuing the Supreme Being that Emperor Ming knew that he would probably never return, so he finally showed up, recognized Zhang Ruochen, and then died generously.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen didn't want to recognize Chi Kunlun and tell him that his father was still alive.
Ask him if these years have been difficult.
Say sorry, father failed to teach you, failed to protect you, failed to accompany you.
But you can’t!
Because Zhang Ruochen doesn't know how long he can hold on, maybe he will run out of energy tonight. He doesn't want to die in front of his relatives, let alone let the people who care about him know that he is dead!
Not everyone can bear this bad news.
This bad news will kill Mu Lingxi who has placed her heart on him.
It will make Chi Yao feel guilty for the rest of his life, and he will never be able to reach the level of Fudo Mingwang. All sacrifices will be in vain!
The Blood Queen will lose her only son, and no one knows how impulsive she will do.
Emperor Ming, who was imprisoned in the Temple of Destiny, would also lose his only value in living, and the Temple of Destiny would probably no longer spare his life.
…
Zhang Ruochen thought of the Great Master Fudo Ming.
The great Lord Fudo Mingwang died ten years ago, and the tomb of the Lord was built deep in the ancestral land of Wangshan. The divine source was later refined by Lord Jie.
However, before he died, he chose to disappear.
It is precisely because he disappeared that Tianmu has been looking for him for countless thousands of years. As long as he cannot find his body, there is still hope. Perhaps this is the motivation for her to survive.
Until Tianmu found a new meaning for his own survival in the ancient and abandoned city.
Life is difficult, and there is no one who lives only for himself.
Sometimes, the burden is too heavy, and it is not easy to die just for yourself.
Zhang Ruochen felt the fire of life in his body and felt that it was like a candle in the storm or a wooden boat in the huge waves, which might be extinguished and capsized at any time.
I have tried all the ways to extend my life, but to no avail.
A strong feeling of weakness came, and the fire of life became even weaker. He could hardly breathe, his vision became dark, and he fell into the moon boat.
The noise around you faded away until you couldn't hear it at all.
His head was as heavy as iron, his body was becoming cold, and his senses were becoming numb. His blood seemed to have turned into ice water, solidifying and no longer flowing, and he felt like he was falling into the abyss.
At this moment, the old scalper who was originally holding in his hand let out a mournful cry.
The cow's hair is constantly bleeding.
Without Zhang Ruochen's control, the huge power inside the old scalper began to surge around, trying to tear it apart.
Hearing the lamentation of the old scalper, Zhang Ruochen, who had been plunged into darkness and falling into the abyss, almost losing consciousness, suddenly opened his eyes and struggled hard to fight against the invisible power of death.
"I can't die. If I die, the old scalper will die too."
Zhang Ruochen sat up again from the moon ship, his face as pale as paper, still a little stiff, and then he gasped for air and his heartbeat was thundering.
He opened his palms and saw that the old scalper was still alive, and then he smiled.
"Why? He was obviously dead, but he came back to life. How can a person still resist death?" Zhang Ruochen said to himself.
Death cannot be fought.
Throughout the ages, many magnificent and powerful men, gods, Buddhas, ancestors, etc., have been buried underground. Even they cannot fight against death. He, Zhang Ruochen, is just a grain of sand in the rolling red dust. Why can he?
"What is the meaning of life? Is it to save other lives?"
Zhang Ruochen thought hard.
It is impossible to bring an old scalper back to life.
Only his own will can defeat death.
And the reason why he wants to live is just because he knows that if he dies, the old scalper will die immediately. Does the old scalper have such a huge significance in his life?
Obviously not.
His feelings for the old scalper were not yet so powerful.
While Zhang Ruochen was thinking about the true meaning of life and death, there was a noise from the shore.
A disdainful joking voice sounded: "Who are the two most amazing people? Zhang Ruochen was devoured by Queen Chi Yao and most likely died without a burial place. This kind of trash is also worthy of being called the most amazing person of this era? I, the Son of God,
I feel that he is the shame of this era."
The group of monster saints that Zhang Ruochen had encountered at the city gate broke into the crowd and walked towards the high platform.
The one who spoke just now was the Son of the Bloody God.
On the high platform, the old man in Confucian robes stopped, frightened by the power of these demon clan saints, and did not dare to continue speaking.
The girl in green, holding the pipa in her hand, bravely said: "Who said that Zhang Ruochen was devoured by Queen Chi Yao?"
The God Son of Blood stood on the high platform and laughed loudly, with a voice like thunder: "If his cultivation hadn't been swallowed up, could Zhang Ruochen have taken the initiative to send it to Queen Chi Yao? Everyone, would you do such a thing? Haha!
"
Below the high platform, roaring laughter sounded.
The old man in Confucian robes pulled the girl in blue, but the girl in green was still very stubborn. She stepped forward and stood opposite the tall and mighty demon body of the Son of Blood. He said: "Zhang Ruochen was crushed by Qingzu to destroy the source of the spirit and the sea of qi. The path to martial arts is complete."
No, under such circumstances, it is entirely possible to pass on the skills to Queen Chi Yao. Just because you are conservative and selfish does not mean that Zhang Ruochen is the same."
The God Son of Blood did not expect that this little girl would be so bold and dare to confront him. She showed her sharp teeth and sneered: "Are you reprimanding this Son of God?"
The girl in green clothes was a little scared and stepped back in half, but still said: "This is the Goddess Tower in the world!"
Seeing her timid look, the Son of God Xueyuan felt a little satisfied. He looked around and said, "If it is really Zhang Ruochen who taught the skills to Queen Chi Yao, where did Zhang Ruochen go? He wants to see people when he is alive, and he wants to see his body when he dies.
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Luanying Divine Son, who was traveling with the Bloody Divine Son, said: "From the perspective of this Divine Son, Queen Chi Yao may have been destroyed. She is so ruthless and unscrupulous. Even if her cultivation is strong, she is not amazing. How can she have the qualifications to occupy the "Ten Thousand Thousands"?
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"You can't say that. I still admire Queen Chi Yao for her husband-killing testimony. She is indeed the goddess I often meet in my dreams. In my dreams, the queen is very cute." The Son of God Xueyuan said in a mocking tone.
, said with a smile.
The girl in green clothes was shocked and frightened, and said: "You... you are so brave. You dare to talk about the gods in such a way. Aren't you afraid of incurring divine punishment?"
The Son of the Bloody God was arrogant and shrugged: "What's there to be afraid of? What we said is all the truth, and we didn't insult the Queen. The mind of the gods is not so narrow, right? It can't even tolerate the truth?"
Luanying Shenzi smiled and said: "It's hard to say whether Queen Chi Yao is narrow-minded. But, I have seen her statue, and her breasts are..."
"Zheng!"
The harsh sound of the sword sounded, drowning out the voice of Luanying Shenzi.
"court death."
Chi Kunlun's anger turned into a substantial flame, and his whole body burned. He held the ancient Shen Yuan sword in both hands and swung the sword to strike at the Luanying God Son.
The Luanying Son of God and the Bloody Son of God looked at each other, both showing smiles of success.
They had long known that Chi Kunlun was down there, and the reason why they said those words just now was to anger Chi Kunlun.
Behind the Son of Luanying and the Son of Blood, there are gods backing them, and their plans are very big. Cleaning up Chi Kunlun is just the first step. The bigger purpose is to lure out Queen Chi Yao.
Unfortunately, the two of them underestimated Chi Kunlun's combat power.
"Pfft!"
Luanying Shenzi, who had reached the supreme level of cultivation, was broken open by Chi Kunlun's sword. His holy armor cracked, blood flew out, and one of his arms flew out.
"If you dare to insult my parents, I will destroy you both physically and mentally today."
Chi Kunlun's hair stood on end, an overwhelming amount of dark power surged out of his pupils, and he slashed out the second sword with both hands.
"puff!"
This sword cut the Luanying God Son in half.
The dark power invaded Luanying Shenzi's body, corroding his body and holy soul.
The intense pain destroyed Luanying Shenzi's will, and he let out heart-piercing screams. The flesh and blood on his waist and abdomen turned into black pus and blood.
"Do not kill me……"
Before the Son of Blood could rescue him, Chi Kunlun had already stepped on the head of the Son of Luanying with a bang and exploded, turning it into blood mist.
"Bold! Chi Kunlun, if you dare to kill the supreme sage of our demon god world, even the Supreme Being can't protect you." A demon clan sage shouted coldly.
Chi Kunlun turned around and slashed out with his sword. The energy of the sword was like a crescent moon, forcing all the demon clan saints around him to retreat.
"Xue Jian!"
Chi Kunlun was so murderous that even the densely packed Taoist locks in the World Goddess Tower could not suppress him. He raised his sword and rushed towards the retreating Son of Blood.
"No matter who is instructing you, you will die today. Kill!"