Chapter 344: Ancestral God's Blood Tears

Xiao Chenzheng was standing over Kyushu, and the family purple jade bracelet suddenly burst. The golden light burst into the water of the Yellow River below, and the Yellow River roared like a dragon dancing.
After the Yellow River rushed into the East China Sea, the endless bright golden light condensed in the Han Sea. It was the ancestral dragon that had broken in the sea and gathered towards the Dragon Island from all directions.
Up to now, giant cities, deep valleys, deserts, Lishan, etc. that have come across the border have gradually appeared overseas, and the only Dragon Island that has not really emerged has also arrived at this moment.
Wanlong roared, and Dragon Island was unsealed.
All the huge shadows that came across the border really came into the world. At this moment, the world seems to have been enlarged a lot. Many areas that have never appeared overseas, and some places are even connected to Kyushu.
At this moment, Aura is overwhelming, not only in Kyushu, but also in the more distant West. The previous seal was loosened at this moment, the aura filled the world, and reproduced the scene of the holy land of cultivation in the ancient times.
At the same time, nine long Ming ancient lamps in the sky gathered together quickly, and then rushed towards Yongzhou together.
A huge stone monument in the sky stood there like a giant mountain, and the clouds were surging, and people on the earth could not see it.
Xiao Chen came here as if he had been summoned. He recognized that this was an ancient monument of the Yellow River. He felt the vicissitudes of time, as if all the ages had condensed to his eyes, and then passed by. Throbbing, words hard to express, silently standing, staring at the sky stele, and finally Xiao Chen looked at the sky stele more and more faintly, and then disappeared completely between heaven and earth.
Immediately afterwards, he felt a movement from the direction of Yongzhou, and the sky monument above the dead city seemed to be taking off, and was about to go away.
Sure enough, after a moment. A huge monument of his heaven rushed up to the highest point of Kyushu, stood in front of Xiao Chen, and the faintness was about to disappear.
The wind blows. There was a flower rain in the sky.
A moment later, a figure in gossip. Lupin towel. Elegant and elegant middle-aged scribes came from the clouds.
Xiao Chen recognized. This is the fortune teller who once met in the imperial capital.
He came straight to Xiao Chen. Tao: "I'm here to see you off. Go all the way. Here go to the dead city to recruit heroes. One hundred thousand dead troops destroy the hypocrisy."
Xiao Chen said nothing. But it is already known who this person is. Those who wore the gossip of the Houtian were only King Zhou Wen in the ancient times.
Fuxi created the innate Yi. Also known as congenital gossip; Shennong created Lianshanyi. Also called Lianshan Bagua; Xuanyuan's created the Guizang Yi. Also called Guizang Bagua.
Zhou Wen Wang Jichang summed up the experience of his predecessors and created the 64 hexagrams of Zhouyi. Few people in the world can reach others.
"What else is waiting
Xiao Chen shook his head and said nothing. Seeing the powerful force of the stone tablets in the sky swept from Yongzhou direction, it seems to be calling him to go.
"boom!"
In the distant East China Sea, the war tribes burst into tremendous light, killing Tianyu directly, and seemed to feel a drastic change in the world. On the Dragon Island, the Dragon Sea roared violently, and the Wild Dragon awakened to restore its divinity. It is not the new ancestor dragon that lifted the dragon clan seal, but the power of the deceased yellow river ancestor dragon.
There are endless lights shining across Kyushu as well as overseas, and all the dense places. This is the strong instinct to the heaven and earth. Everyone feels a devastating breath erupting in the direction of Yongzhou.
A little red blood oozed out of Xiao Chen's forehead, and the moire in the center jumped, and then a dark space was opened. The dark city shrouded in black mist showed the hazy ghost image of the dead city.
He stepped forward and disappeared into the sky in an instant. The earth of Kyushu shuddered.
At the next moment, Xiao Chen appeared on the wall of the dead city, and the world seemed to fall into darkness. It seemed as though a huge black sky covered everything, and no fingers were reached.
Nine ancient lamps last forever. Landing from the sky, it was fixed over the dead city. The vague reflection of the giant city with black mist is vaguely scary.
Clouds are surging. There was a riot in the dead city, every building was shaking, and it seemed that there were prisoners in each room who wanted to escape.
As for the street, there is already an endless stream of death walking around. Many giants are taking a heavy step. Through the faint lights, you can see that the mountain-like shadow scales are exceptionally prosperous. They turned out to be wild dragons and various unheard of behemoths.
The center of the dead city seems to have a terrifying magic. A dark light rushed into the sky, revealing huge waves, and a long bell sounded, and the death bell sounded.
It was the place where the Tianbei suppression took place. Obviously, the dark light came from the magic well, which is the so-called "sin abyss".
Between Zhong Ming's heavens and the earth, Kyushu's earth was shaking, and the world was trembling with panic.
The world is shaking, as if the ages are repeating itself in the present day, and the phantom is reappearing in the world.
The giant who stood between the heavens and the earth split the sad ignorance, the world glowed with hope of life, he was the backbone of the earth. The ancestors struggled in the wild, throwing their heads and sprinkling blood, hoping to continue life, chopping thorns, expanding the road, servants and successors, the body of flesh and blood was dipped into the mud, like the bones of the mountain, leading to the bright front ...
Ancient ballads sounded in the distance, and the desolate song of crying blood resounded through Kyushu.
"The broken giant mountain is the backbone of heaven and earth,
The hard yellow mud is the blood plasma of the earth,
The bones of the mountain are the sadness of the ancestors.
Thousands of years later, Qin Shihe Ming, silk bamboo melodious, praised the most holy Avenue Yongchang.
Who else remembers that the Suiren have lit up the future of the human race.
How can I forget that Shennong tasted the baicao, and did anyone know that Nu Wa sobbed the blood to make up the sky, and the essence of flesh and blood allowed my human race to continue prosperity.
Songs of prosperity, the road is above, an illusory Divine Comedy buried the ancestors for ten thousand years.
All beings are like ants, the road is in front, singing in harmony forever, without mentioning inflammation and yellow.
Inexplicably heartbroken.
The magnificent palace, the majestic giant palace, in front of the column of false gods. The ancestors were desolate, the small cards had long been forgotten, and there was no place for the half-foot god.
Can you remember the name Yanhuang?
The hopes of ancestors are flowing in your blood.
Only talking about the road and harmony, the national spirit is buried.
The blood of the sky, the essence of the earth, the battle between yin and yang, the weeping blood Xuanhuang.
Ancestral blood and tears, can you touch your heart? "
Picture after picture emerges in the world, the ancient ballads are intermittent. It's like crying blood.
Xiao Chen stood above the dead city, unconsciously, burst into tears and muttered to himself: "Do you remember a name called Yan Huang, and your ancestors' hopes are flowing in your blood ..."
Eight kinds of heavenly sounds sounded in Huangnitai, vibrating out of the acupoint space, carrying Xiao Chen into the dead city. Nine magic lamps swooped down in the sky, surrounded him, and the bright light rushed towards Xiaohan.
"Boom ..."
The dead city is shaking. One hundred thousand dead troops roared and shook Kyushu.
In all the streets of the magnificent giant city, although the ancient armor was dusty, the warrior's momentum remained, and the rusty and mottled bronze soldiers waved their hands, and the spirit of killing condensed on each ancient street.
This is the real strong man who was once lost in the dead city, but at this moment it seems to have forgotten everything and became a member of the army of death.
Far away. After listening to ancient songs, Zhou Wenwang and Ji Chang burst into tears and said, "Before the endless years, the yin and yang reversed, the real world was seriously injured, and the ancestors walked away. The dead city reappears, this time it will be reversed, and the death will be illusory. "
The dead city is no longer silent, like a resurrection, although the clouds are deeply locked. But you can still see the endless battle shadow moving.
The black light rushed to the sky, and the devil's most central demon well burst out. This is a bottomless abyss. It seems to have endless magic, spreading terrible soul tune.
The death knell sounded through the earth. All half-ancestors were called by death.
"original……"
"Tongtian ..."
"Sun God ..."
"White Tiger ..."
The melodious bells shake the world. Although there is no real shouting. But many half-ancestors felt that they were being called by a voice.
At this moment, not only the world is in turmoil. This is also true of the eternal life world and the self-cultivation world, and even further, the world seems to be torn apart.
The so-called all illusions will no longer exist, and they are far from real. Except for the human world, irresistible forces from the dead city's demon well are surging, summoning the White Tiger Saint Emperor, the Three Infant Saint King, the Sun Saint God and so on.
Primitive, Tongtian, Zhunti, etc. have not resisted, and all should be summoned, because this is their only chance. At this moment, many half-ancestors join forces to contend, and there may be hope.
The White Tiger Saint Emperor and the Sun Saint God rushed first, and the two did not say anything. They shot at Xiao Chen in the sky outside the dead city.
A round of sun burst into a tremendous light and hit Xiao Chen, and the Manchu Mantra was overwhelmingly overwhelming, covering Xiao Chen.
Huang Nitai Xuan Huang was so angry that he blocked all the attacks and did not let them hurt Xiao Chen.
Of course, this is just the beginning, the Tongtian dead bridge emerged, and half of the ancestors came.
The huge dead bridge fell down from the sky and collided towards Xiao Chen and Huangnitai. Of course, it is impossible to hit, but the real goal of the ancient stone bridge is the magic well, and it hit it straight.
"boom"
Yongzhou vibrated like a crater exploded. The majestic energy in the magic well came out violently. The Tongtian dead bridge was naturally shaken, and the endless clouds and fog were tumbling.
The nine ancient lamps swayed with brilliant light. Xiao Chen saw clearly that a figure was shaken from the abyss. The body of Kui Wei was already stiff and fell straight into the open space beside the devil's well.
"There is Nest!"
There were screams in the sky, half of the endless years of the lost abyss, now seeing the sun again, the ancestral had already fallen.
Before the unreal half ancestors were destroyed, the real ancestor corpse appeared first, which is not a sign.
Far from the sky, King Zhou Wen frowned: "How could this be the case, are there still living ancestors? Even if they survived, would they still be them?"
In a short time ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Half ancestors have come to a dozen people, and they all stared at the body of Nest. Then there was a cry, and they all rushed over, trying to grab it.
"The hard yellow mud is the blood plasma of the earth, and the bones of the mountain are the sadness of the ancestors. Thousands of years later, Qin Se and Ming, silk and bamboo are melodious, praising the Most Holy Avenue Yongchang. Who else remembers ..."
The old ballad sounded, and the stiff body of the Nest had blood and tears rolling down his face, and then burst with a loud bang, the broken flesh rushed towards the yellow mud platform, condensed on it, and turned into yellow mud.
Xiao Chen has never been as heavy-hearted as he is today, and the indescribable depression makes him want to cry. He murmured: "The blood and tears of the ancestors, can you touch your heart?"
At this moment, the broken stone man in Xiao Chen's body seemed to be awakened by the ancient ballad, waking up from the state of sitting in a pan and standing up!
Xiao Chen ’s limbs made a sound of bone cracks, and the broken stone figure merged with him from the inside out. His arms and legs were completely petrified. Blooming swordsmanship! (If you want to know the future, please log in m, more chapters,