Chapter 167 The Melting Furnace of Heaven and Earth (5)
"Xin Meng, is Zhu Rong really dead?"
Supreme Xuanqing asked, his beautiful face full of surprise.
Xinmeng Supreme glanced at the vast expanse of white divine light ahead, the battlefield with thousands of divine lights falling, and said: "His origin has been completely dissipated, and the true spirit marks are almost being devoured and refined. This state is incomparable to death. Strangely, unless the Supreme Emperor takes action personally, there may still be a glimmer of hope."
"The fire of chaos has been extinguished, and I can even feel the avenue of fire in the heavens and worlds collapsing."
Supreme Xuanqing was filled with emotions. She had the world in mind and had been stationed here for hundreds of millions of years. Now that Zhurong was finally completely destroyed, her mission was ended. She didn't know what to say about Zhao Xin.
"He will become a great deity!"
Ye Zhizun lamented that their origins and true spirit marks were still bound and completely sealed.
"His heavenly veins are unprecedented and he has reached a peak, as vast as a galaxy. If he can open the twelfth heavenly veins like this, his achievements in the realm of heaven and humans have already surpassed mine. This junior may be able to take the next step." last step!"
Heart Dream Supreme is quite optimistic about Xin Zhao. He knows that the other party has a dream for three thousand years and will most likely enter the cave he left behind before his death.
In the way of heaven and man, nine is the ultimate number, leaping to ninety-ten, the peak of heaven and man.
In fact, the two channels of time and space are the true meaning of the realm of heaven and human beings. They are inherited together and are the most original laws of the universe. However, these two channels of heaven are elusive and impermanent and cannot be touched at all. Therefore, countless practitioners are stuck at this step and cannot make any progress.
Especially when it comes to time, it is even more difficult to predict, and Xin Zhao’s foundation of heavenly veins is astonishing from ancient times to the present, which means that it is much more difficult for him to open the heavenly veins than ordinary monks, it is even more difficult!
If there is not enough opportunity, this time together may trap Xin Zhao for hundreds of years, and for the genius of the big world or the small world, this is also an insurmountable chasm for life!
There are many outstanding people in the world of Jiuzhou, but over the course of thousands of years, only a handful of them have achieved great celestial status, including the Patriarch Miao Miao and the first-generation Holy Lord Luofu.
Zhu Rong was defeated. He was the God King, the most perfect creature between heaven and earth. At this moment, he was swallowed up by Zhao Xin's Heaven and Earth Furnace Divine Art. The laws and divine power contained in it were simply wonderful, allowing him to enter a mysterious and mysterious realm.
When the power of God King Zhu Rong poured into his body, at this moment, the place where Zhao Xin was was filled with a myriad of things, auspicious colors falling from the sky, sweet springs gushing from the ground, white lotuses blooming, and Yao grass swaying.
In a single thought, many wonderful phenomena and endless methods are presented one after another. This is indescribably wonderful and intoxicating.
The celestial music and the sacred hymn of the great road are played in unison.
"Alas, for his achievements, the gods, heaven, earth and the universe sent down visions to celebrate him!"
A Supreme feels very uncomfortable. It can be predicted that after Xin Zhao's strength and cultivation level have further improved, it will be easier to erase the mark of their Supreme True Spirit.
At the top of the void, the twelfth heavenly vein finally condensed!
In an instant, the twelve heavenly veins shone brightly, bursting out with billions of divine radiances, pouring out, the stars bursting out, majestic and vast.
"Master, we finally succeeded!" Shi Haotian was filled with pride.
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Beyond the Holy Mountain, at the top of southern Xinjiang.
The Witch King sat on the throne with a gloomy face, looking towards the direction of the holy mountain, with a complicated expression and inexplicable emotions.
Where the Holy Mountain is located, there are sudden changes, a myriad of weather conditions, and colorful clouds filling the air. It is obvious at a glance that the extraterritorial evil spirit Li Chengdao has a great probability of obtaining the good fortune and opportunities contained in it.
"Hateful!"
The Witch King was extremely unwilling. He had been waiting outside the Holy Mountain for more than seven hundred years, but he got nothing and even lost a clone. It was really bad luck.
He was even more envious in his heart. The opportunities and good fortune in the Holy Mountain were unimaginable, and there was also a huge crisis hidden there. That's why he used his clone to come. Now, Li Chengdao, who is on the eighth level, has eliminated the crisis and enjoys this shocking good fortune alone!
"Li Chengdao!"
The Witch King gritted his teeth, his opportunity was taken away, this hatred was greater than anything else!
However, he had no choice but to face each other. The situation was already established and he was no longer his opponent. Even though his talent was astonishing, he still could not take the last half step and become a great heavenly being!
"Witch King."
Suddenly, a burly figure appeared in the empty palace. This person was not angry but mighty, exuding an aura of domineering and unparalleled dominance. Thousands of dragon auras were entwined around him.
"Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin!"
The Witch King recognized at a glance that this man was the current ruler of the Nine Provinces and the most noble person in the world, but he did not show any respect. Instead, he jokingly said: "Li Shimin, you, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, came to Southern Xinjiang
In a barbarian land, I wonder what you are doing? Could it be that you are Li Chengdao?"
"Exactly."
Li Shimin nodded.
"You, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, are so interesting. In the past, you launched the Xuanwu Gate Mutiny, killed your brothers, and seized the throne. Now Li Chengdao has come to trouble you. Isn't it natural?"
The Witch King sneered.
Li Shimin was indifferent and speechless, his eyes were deep and vast, seeming to contain a starry sky without any ripples, silent and traceless, and said: "I am the son of destiny, and everything is done in accordance with the way of heaven. He, Li Jiancheng, colluded with the Piaomiao Xianmen to usurp the throne.
, stealing the world’s destiny and killing him is also a last resort and has to be done.”
"Hahaha!"
The Witch King laughed and said sarcastically: "What destiny? What luck? You are talking nonsense. We monks are going against the will of heaven. The only thing we can believe in is our own strength. Everything else is illusory.
unrealistic!"
"Witch King, you have lived for nearly a thousand years, and you still don't understand? Why are you still acting like a child, threatening to defy heaven? Everything in the world is determined by destiny, the fate of the weak and the destiny of the strong!"
Li Shimin said in a deep voice: "I am the son of destiny,"
The Witch King grinned and said, "Of course I do."
Then, he changed the subject and said, "But there is one request. All living beings in the Tang Dynasty must believe in the Twelve Ancestral Witches to return to the embrace of the true God!"
Li Shimin raised his eyebrows and said, "I am destined by fate, how can you replace me with your virtue?"
"Then there's nothing more to say."
The Witch King waved the sleeves of his black robe to see off the guests, with a calm expression on his face.
"Is it……"
Li Shimin's tone was faint, his momentum soared into the sky, and twelve divine lights behind him illuminated the main hall.
"You...have become a great deity!"
The Witch King stared at this huge and endless momentum, his whole body suddenly stiffened, and his face was horrified.
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The sky is blue, the fields are vast, the wind is blowing, the grasslands are all around, and the cattle and sheep are bowing their heads.
The scenery of the prairie has been highly praised by literati and writers of all ages.
The man who rules this vast green land north of the Tang Dynasty is not the Great Khan, nor the god of war galloping across the grassland, but a legendary being and the source of belief——