Chapter 344 The Blood and Tears of the Ancestral God
Xiao Chen was standing in the sky above Jiuzhou when the purple jade bracelet passed down from his family suddenly exploded. Golden light suddenly appeared and rushed into the water of the Yellow River below. The Yellow River roared like a dancing dragon.
After the water of the Yellow River rushed into the East China Sea, the endless bright golden light condensed in the vast sea. It was the Ancestral Dragon Dragon Pearl that had collapsed in the sea, and it converged towards the Dragon Island from all directions.
Now, the huge cities, deep valleys, deserts, Lishan, etc. that have crossed the border have gradually appeared overseas. The only Dragon Island that has not really emerged has also arrived at this moment.
Thousands of dragons roared, and Dragon Island was unsealed.
All the huge shadows coming from across the world have truly come to the human world. At this moment, the human world seems to have enlarged a lot. Many areas that have never existed before appear overseas, and some places are even connected to Kyushu.
At this moment, the spiritual energy was overwhelming, not only in Kyushu, but also in the more distant west. The seal of the past was loosened at this moment, and the spiritual energy filled the world, recreating the scene of the holy land of human cultivation in ancient times.
At the same time, nine ever-bright ancient lanterns in the sky quickly gathered together, and then rushed towards Yongzhou together.
A huge stone monument appears in the sky, standing there like a huge mountain. The clouds and mist are surging, making it impossible for people on the earth to see it.
Xiao Chen arrived here as if he had been summoned. He recognized that this was actually an ancient stele on the Yellow River. He felt the vicissitudes of time, as if all the eternity had condensed before his eyes and then flew by.
His heart was throbbing and he couldn't express it in words. He stood silently and stared at the monument. Finally, Xiao Chen saw that the monument became fainter and fainter, and then completely disappeared between heaven and earth.
Immediately afterwards, he felt a strange movement coming from the direction of Yongzhou. The sky monument above the dead city seemed to be rising into the sky and was about to go away.
Sure enough, just a moment later, a huge monument rushed to the highest point of Kyushu, stood in front of Xiao Chen, and was about to disappear.
The strong wind blew, and flowers rained from the sky.
After a while, an elegant and elegant middle-aged scribe wearing a Bagua diagram and a feather fan and silk scarf came stepping on the clouds.
Xiao Chen recognized that this was the fortune teller he had met in the imperial capital.
He came straight to Xiao Chen and said: "I'm here to see you off. Have a good journey. I'm going to the dead city to recruit heroes and a hundred thousand dead troops to destroy the false gods."
Xiao Chen didn't say anything, but he already knew who the person in front of him was. The only person who wore acquired gossip was King Wen of Zhou in ancient times.
Fuxi created the Xiantian Yi, also called the Xiantian Bagua; Shennong created the Lianshan Yi, also called the Lianshan Bagua; Xuanyuan created the Guizang Yi, also called the Guizang Bagua.
King Wen of Zhou Jichang summarized the experience of his predecessors and created the sixty-four hexagrams of Zhou Yi. In terms of calculation ability, except for the ancestor gods, few people in the world can match him.
"Is there anything else you wish for?"
Xiao Chen shook his head and said nothing. Seeing the stone tablet slowly disappearing in the sky, he felt a powerful force sweeping in from the direction of Yongzhou, seeming to be calling him to go forward.
"boom!"
In the distant East China Sea, tens of thousands of rays of light erupted from the War Clan, and murderous intent shot straight into the sky. It seemed that they could feel the drastic changes in the world. And on the Dragon Island, the roar of the dragon rose up, making the vast sea violent. The wild dragon awakened, restored its divinity, and was lifted.
What the Dragon Clan sealed was not the new ancestral dragon, but the power of the deceased Yellow River ancestral dragon.
Endless rays of light burst out from secret places all over Kyushu and overseas. This was a strong man's instinctive response to the abnormality of heaven and earth. Everyone felt a destructive aura erupting in the direction of Yongzhou.
Little bits of bright red blood oozed from Xiao Chen's forehead, and the magic pattern in the center was beating, and then a dark space opened. Shrouded in black mist, the dead city showed a hazy shadow, which seemed to be right in front.
He stepped forward and disappeared into the sky in an instant, and the land of Kyushu trembled.
The next moment, Xiao Chen appeared on the wall of the dead city, and the world seemed to be plunged into darkness, as if a huge black sky covered everything, and you couldn't see your fingers.
The nine ancient lamps were ever-burning, descending from the sky and fixed on the sky above the dead city, illuminating the huge city with billowing black mist in a blur, making it look a bit eerie and terrifying.
The clouds and mist surged, and there was a riot in the dead city. Every building was shaking, and it seemed that there were prisoners in every room trying to escape.
As for the streets, there are already dense shadows, as if there are endless death walking around. There are also many giant creatures taking heavy steps. Through the weak light, you can see the mountain-like shadows and their scales are unusually dense.
It turned out to be wild dragons and all kinds of giant beasts that were unheard of and unseen.
There seemed to be a terrifying demonic nature in the center of the dead city. A black light shot straight into the sky, sending out waves of huge fluctuations. A long bell sounded, and the death knell was tolling.
That's where the Sky Monument was suppressed. It's obvious that the black light comes from the Demon Well, which is the so-called "Abyss of Sin".
The bells are ringing in the sky and the earth, the land of Kyushu is shaking, and all the powerful people in the world are in panic.
The heaven and earth shook, as if eternity was replaying itself today, and many phantoms reappeared in the human world.
The giant who stands between heaven and earth splits the desolate ignorance, and the world glows with the hope of life. He is the backbone of the earth. Our ancestors struggled in the wilderness, throwing their heads and blood, continuing the hope of life, cutting thorns, and opening up new paths.
, one after another, flesh and blood soaked in the mud, like a mountain of bones, leading to the bright front...
Ancient ballads sounded in the distance, and desolate weeping songs resounded throughout Kyushu.
“That huge broken mountain is the backbone of heaven and earth,
The dry and hard yellow mud is the blood of the earth,
The mountains of corpses represent the sorrow of our ancestors.
Thousands of years later, the music of harp and harp, the melodious sound of silk and bamboo, praise the eternal prosperity of the holy road.
Who else remembers that the Suiren clan lit up the future of the human race?
How can we forget that Shen Nong tasted hundreds of herbs and buried his bones in a foreign land?
Does anyone know that Nuwa wept her blood to mend the sky, and used the essence of flesh and blood to allow our human race to continue to prosper?
The joyous songs of the prosperous times, the great road is on the way, an illusory divine song buries the ancestors' achievements of thousands of years.
All living beings are like ants, the great road lies ahead, singing harmony forever, not mentioning inflammation and yellow.
Inexplicably sad.
The majestic palace, the majestic giant palace, in front of the false gods, the sorrow of the ancestors, the small tablets have long been forgotten, and there is no place for the half-foot-long gods.
Do you remember that there is a person named Yanhuang?
The hope of your ancestors flows in your blood.
Only talking about the great road and harmony, the national spirit is buried.
The blood of the sky, the essence of the earth, Yin and Yang fight, weeping blood and black yellow.
Can the blood and tears of your ancestors move your heart of stone?"
A picture emerges in the human world, and the ancient songs are interrupted and continued, just like the heaven and earth weeping blood.
Xiao Chen stood on top of the dead city. Unknowingly, tears were streaming down his face, and he murmured to himself: "Can you remember that there is a name called Yanhuang? The hope of your ancestors flows in your blood..."
The eight heavenly sounds in the yellow mud platform vibrated out from the acupuncture space, carrying Xiao Chen into the dead city. Nine magic lamps in the sky swooped down, surrounding him, and the bright light shot straight into the sky.
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"Rumble..."
The city of death is shaking, and the army of 100,000 dead is roaring, shaking Kyushu.
In the majestic giant city, all the streets were shimmering with cold light. Although the ancient battle armor was covered with dust, the momentum of the warriors still remained. They waved rusty ancient bronze soldiers in their hands, and the killing spirit gathered in each ancient street.
This is a real strong man who was once lost in the dead city, but now he seems to have forgotten everything in the past and has become a member of the army of death.
In the distant sky, King Wen of Zhou listened to Ji Chang's ancient ballad, with tears streaming down his face, and said: "Endless years ago, the yin and yang reversed, the real world was greatly damaged, and the ancestors sadly left their hometown. The dead city reappeared, this time we will rebel, and we will die.
It’s an illusion.”
The dead city is no longer silent, it seems to be resurrected. Although the clouds and mist are deep, you can still see the endless war shadows moving around.
Black light shot into the sky, and the magic well in the center of the dead city erupted. It was a bottomless abyss, which seemed to have endless magic power and emitted terrifying spiritual songs.
The death knell rang across the land, and all half ancestors were called to death.
"original……"
"Tongtian..."
"Sun God..."
"White Tiger..."
…
The lingering sound of the bell shook the world. Although no real shouts were made, many half-ancestors felt that they were being summoned by a voice.
At this moment, not only the human world is in great turmoil, but also the world of immortality and cultivation. What's more, the world seems to be falling apart.
The so-called all illusions will cease to exist and are far from real. Apart from the human world, how much will be left in all walks of life in the end?
The irresistible force surged up from the Demon Well in the Death City, forcibly summoning the White Tiger Holy Emperor, the Three Infants Holy King, the Sun Holy God, etc.
Yuan Yuan, Tong Tian, Zhunti, etc. did not resist, they all responded to the call, because this was their only chance. At this moment, many half-ancestors joined forces to fight, and there might be hope.
The White Tiger Holy Emperor and the Sun Holy God were the first to rush in. Without saying anything, they attacked Xiao Chen in the sky far outside the Dead City.
A sun burst out with tens of thousands of rays of light, hitting Xiao Chen, and the mantras all over the sky poured down overwhelmingly, shrouding Xiao Chen.
Huangni Tai's black and yellow energy surged into the sky, blocking all attacks and failing to hurt Xiao Chen at all.
Of course, this is just the beginning, the Bridge of Death to the Sky emerges, and another Half-Ancestor arrives.
The huge dead bridge fell from the sky and hit Xiao Chen and Huangni Tai. Of course it was impossible to hit it, but the real target of the ancient stone bridge was the magic well, and it hit straight down.
"boom"
Yongzhou shook, as if the crater of a volcano had exploded. The majestic energy from the magic well violently impacted, and the dead bridge in the sky was naturally blown away, while endless clouds and mist surged.
Nine ancient lamps swayed with brilliant light, and Xiao Chen clearly saw a figure being shaken out of the abyss. The burly body had already stiffened, and it fell straight into the open space next to the magic well.
"Youchao clan!"
There were screams in the sky, and one of the half ancestors recognized the identity of the corpse.
After endless years of being lost in the abyss, now that we have seen the light of day again, the ancestor gods have long since perished.
Before the illusory half-ancestor was destroyed, the real corpse of the ancestor god appeared first. This was not a sign.
In the distance, King Wen of Zhou frowned and said: "How could this be? Are there any ancestor gods alive? Even if they survive, are they still them?"
In a moment, more than a dozen people from the Half-Ancestor had arrived, and they all stared at Youchao's body. Then with a shout, they all rushed over, trying to grab it.
"The dry and hard yellow mud is the blood of the earth, and the mountains of corpses are the sorrow of the ancestors. Thousands of years later, the music of the piano and the harp, the melodiousness of the silk and bamboo, praise the Yongchang of the Holy Road. Who else remembers..."
The ancient song sounded, and the stiff corpse of Youchao had blood and tears rolling down its face. Then it exploded with a bang. The shattered flesh and blood rushed towards the yellow mud platform, condensed on it, and turned into yellow.
mud.
Xiao Chen has never felt so heavy as he did today. The unspeakable sense of depression made him feel like crying. He murmured: "Can the blood and tears of our ancestors move your heart of stone?"
At this moment, the broken stone man in Xiao Chen's body seemed to be awakened by the ancient songs. He woke up from sitting cross-legged and stood up!
Xiao Chen's limbs made "crack" sounds of bones breaking, and the broken stone man merged with him from the inside out. His arms and legs were completely petrified, and four swords jumped out of the acupuncture space on their own.