Chapter 68: Prisoner Slave Continent's Secrets of Heaven
Gu Zuozao couldn't wait any longer.
He took the initiative to push open this mysterious door. When the Divine Control Art and the Heavenly Wrath Art completely met, a long sound like the sound of an ancient bronze bell came from Gu Zuo's brain, and the vicissitudes of life instantly overturned everything render.
His whole person seemed to have fallen into the long river of time and returned to an unknown number of years ago.
The unique heaviness of ancient times is like the outline scars carved by the waves on the rocks.
Over the long years, countless geniuses have fallen, and how many people have been able to walk out of their own way?
Gu Zuo was in a desert.
The setting clouds and the lonely geese fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky.
The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.
The vast desert is roaring with strong winds, yellow dust covers the sky and the sun, and the branches of the dead black trees sway in the strong wind, like the claws of a devil.
Everything here is a place of fantasy.
But it is not judged as a negative effect, which shows that this is not an illusion.
This is a small world created by the Supreme Power. The world was projected into Gu Zuo's mind, so he could clearly see the scenes from ancient times.
Tumbleweeds surged from all directions, and the outline of a back slowly appeared. The back was tall and broad, giving people a sense of trustworthy security.
"here it is?"
Gu Zuo was numb and stood there for a long time, unable to recover.
"Who is he?"
The silhouette of the black shadow exuded a powerful aura, and it walked forward step by step. Wherever it passed, black smoke billowed from the ground.
"This is... a path against heaven!"
It seemed like he was roaring with all his strength, but there was a heavy and heavy feeling to it.
The sound of black silhouettes lingered in the desert for a long time.
Is this... a path against heaven?
Why, go against heaven?
The way of heaven is the supreme existence. Even if spiritual practitioners are no longer ordinary people, how can they resist heaven with their flesh and blood alone?
Gu Zuo felt like a tiny ant, and the black shadow's majesty was far beyond what he could compare to.
The howling wind in the desert became more and more terrifying, stirring up sandstorms.
Countless tornadoes swallowed up the black shadow, and the breath of death swallowed the sky and blocked the sun.
"senior?"
Gu Zuo shouted tentatively, and he no longer stood there in a daze, and began to run forward little by little, moving towards the center of the sandstorm, where the black silhouette was.
The wind was strong, and the gravel was like a sharp knife, scraping against Gu Zuo's skin, leaving bloody traces.
But he remained motionless, staring resolutely at the road ahead. Black smoke billowed in the dirt. He followed this heaven-defying road and stepped forward together to confront the sky.
In the eye of the wind, a sandstorm roared.
The black shadow raised one hand slightly, and its majestic spiritual power was like the endless sea. The waves turned into a ferocious beast, swallowing up all the sandstorms.
The dust settled and the surroundings fell into dead silence again.
Gu Zuo finally saw the opponent's back clearly. He was wearing a black animal skin sweater, with messy and sloppy long hair. His exposed arm muscles were bulging, and his veins were as scary as a hornet dragon. There was a sword scabbard around his waist. Empty.
"Where's the sword?"
This was Gu Zuo's first thought when he saw this scene. Why is there no sword in the scabbard?
No one answered his question. After a moment of calm, the sky suddenly became covered with dark clouds.
Immediately afterwards, the silver snake giant thunder fell from the sky, turned into a sword of heavenly punishment, and thrust towards the black shadow.
Boom boom boom!
A huge thunder fell, air waves swept across, the surrounding dead black trees turned into ashes, and even Gu Zuo was pushed a hundred meters away.
At the center of the lightning strike, the ground was scorched black, and the cracks were like spider webs.
But the black shadow still stood tall.
"Lingyuan is by no means the end of spiritual cultivation!"
The black shadow roared and jumped up. He actually pulled out the scabbard of his sword, used it as a weapon, pointed it at the sky, and stabbed suddenly.
With this stab, the sky and the earth instantly turned pale.
This stab shocked Heaven!
The dark clouds in the sky were defeated, and a hole opened in the sky.
A large amount of mysterious light fell from the sky, and a huge statue of the god was suspended in the sky.
Gu Zuo was shocked...
He felt like he had seen this statue vaguely before!
"Did you...want to destroy my statue when you were condensing the Heavenly Dao Star Chart?"
Gu Zuo recalled the blinding statue in Lingvine Pond, the mysterious existence surrounding the majestic power!
He actually appeared in this desert!
And Gu Zuo was able to look directly at the other person!
Without the burning feeling in my eyes, I could see the appearance of the statue clearly.
There is a string of bronze chains wrapped around the neck of the statue.
Heavenly way, enslaved?
Gu Zuoru was struck by lightning and recalled Heiying's words, the realm of Lingyuan is not the end of spiritual cultivation.
He became mute and stood there without saying a word, watching the black shadows fighting with Heaven from a distance.
The statue raised its hand and struck down with a palm, like the palm of the vast stars that seemed to tear the world apart.
Due to the friction with the air, the palms burned with blazing flames.
This is a giant hand that is no less powerful than a falling meteorite!
The black shadow showed no trace of fear. He stood with his hands behind his back, head held high, and his arrogant head looked disdainfully at the giant hand falling from the sky.
"If you stand in the way of my Demonic Desire Dao Lord, even if it is the way of heaven, you should die! Besides, you are just a watchdog, what can you use against me?"
"The Art of Demonic Desire! The sky falls!"
Black smoke billowed, and spiritual power erupted like a volcano. The black shadow rushed towards the giant hand without evading it.
Seven streams of light flashed, and a hole was poked out of the giant hand.
Golden blood spilled and stained the ground.
The black shadow did not stop and rushed towards the statue. As the distance between it and Gu Zuo became wider and wider, its body resembled a black eagle.
"Do you know why, in this continent, there are many places such as the Great Wilderness, the Holy Land, the Dead Sea, and the Fist-Wish Shura Realm, but there is no general name for it?"
"You know, in the spiritual world, this continent is controversially called the 'Spiritual Continent' and the 'Tiandao Continent', but both of these names are wrong!"
"This continent is called the Prison Slave Continent! The people imprisoned are our ancestors! Countless years have passed, how many of us still remember that our ancestors swore that one day they would kill Heavenly Dao and return to their true hometown?"
"The will of our ancestors flows in our blood!"
The continuous roar has long lost its original calmness, and is more of a madness, a kind of madness that is persistent to the extreme!
These words fell into Gu Zuo's ears, full of shock!
This continent is called the Prisoner Continent!
Tiandao is nothing more than a watchdog or a prison chief?
Gu Zuoren was dumbfounded, but for some reason, after hearing the words of Lord Demonic Desire, his blood boiled.
The veil of the continent was lifted, and underneath was a face branded with the mark of a slave!
"Are we born slaves?"
Lord Moyu Dao didn't know who to ask, and he suddenly burst into laughter, which resounded throughout the sky!
In the desert, you can smell it everywhere!
"This is the funniest joke I've ever heard! How can I, the Lord of Demonic Desire, be a slave? Hahahaha!"
"Today, even if I die, I must bear the will of my ancestors and defeat this day!"
How can you be willing to be a prisoner and a slave when the Demonic Desire Tao Lord dominates your whole life?
If this world is a prison, over there tear this world apart!
The Tao Lord's will will never change.
The ‘Tao’ of Demonic Desire Dao Lord is to go against the sky, let the sky fall, and let the way of heaven give way!
…
Shocked, all that is left is shock.
The picture no longer continues, the desert has returned to peace, there are no sandstorms roaring, everything is quiet.
Gu Zuo murmured to himself on the spot.
"Are we really slaves?"
When these words came out of my mouth, there was a sense of sadness and a sense of unyielding blood.
At the same time, seven streams of light of different colors spread out from the desert sky and scattered aimlessly in the corners of the Prison Slave Continent.
A weak voice sounded, and the person speaking was none other than Lord Demonic Desire.
"I have divided the Demonic Desire Art into seven sections. If you can see this scene, it means that you have already cultivated two of them. When you find the complete Demonic Desire Art, you can inherit my 'Tao'..."
Finally, the sound dissipated, and the world was shattered into pieces like broken glass.
Gu Zuo also walked out of the secret realm of the wilderness. When he opened his eyes again, he realized that he was still in the Poison Abyss Valley.
When his beliefs have undergone subtle changes, he has a heartfelt desire to become stronger and break the sky.
This kind of thought could not be shaken off for a while. It was like a seed, sleeping in his heart, waiting for one day to fully sprout.
"Master of Demonic Desire... a true man."
Gu Zuo's mind was still filled with the image of the other party's chic and unyielding figure, and he was chanting the other party's title of Dao Lord.