Chapter 192: Unthinkable! Don't read it! Don't forget!

Zhang Yang felt as if he had become a member of a thousand years ago and experienced this cruel and tragic history firsthand.
There was a very rare line in his bloodline that was frantically stirring, and there was a low neighing, as if he was also a member of Da Ri Fengluan, and had a certain connection with these people.
He was filled with indescribable murderous intent.
He wants to break through time and space and enter the past that thousand years ago.
He saw a Da Ri Fengluan Clan Da Blessed with his own blood sacrifice to refine a picture of mountains and rivers, slaughtering eighteen ghost king guards in one fell swoop, but he was watching his clan members being slaughtered by a Boundless sword hitting his chest. Still desperately refining and killing seven immeasurable statues, and finally beheaded by a terrifying saint, turned into a mist, and ended in sadness.
The pictures of mountains and rivers were torn apart by the saints.
The mountain fell and turned into a green mountain, bathed in blood.
Before the river fell, it was blown by the saint.
When the saint was about to destroy this green mountain, a saint from the Da Ri Fengluan clan killed out and violently slaughtered the saint, but he was surrounded and suppressed by the three saints.
The saint bleeds on the green mountain, sits on the top of the mountain, pinches the forbidden technique, uses the forbidden technique, and sublimates to the extreme. It turns into a white big sun phoenix. It kills two saints in one strike and severely injures a saint. The blood of the clansmen gathers, and what is born will evolve into a real great sun Zhenhuang.
This move attracted at least ten saints to attack and volley.
After all, the real Phoenix never appeared.
Da Ri Fengluan fell and returned to the saint.
The saint wept blood, fell on the top of the green mountain, and also attracted the ten great saints, plus the overwhelming vast numbers to kill here.
The saint glanced at this world of blood, resolutely urging the supreme holy law, he made the most of the holy light, interpreting the withering appearance of all things.
The sky wailed.
The earth lamented.
Qingshan was crying.
The sages from all around are countless, all in the extremely holy light, turned into blood mist in the sky, and are led by the holy light to forcefully pour into the green mountains.
The light dissipated.
There is no such blood saint in the world.
Only the green hills are surging with the holy light, and this shocking scene is imprinted, and it seems that the spirit of the saint has been integrated into it, regardless of each other.
This is just a corner of the Battle of All Saints a thousand years ago.
The next scene became blurred and distant.
The concrete still cannot escape a brutal, inhuman killing.
In the end, the Da Ri Fengluan clan ended sadly.
All the saints in the world have suffered a lot.
This place has stretched for dozens of hundreds of years, leaving only a ruin. Even the winner is unable to come and collect the bones of their saints.
Because the saint fell like rain, the tragic holy intent, and the strong killing intent flooded here.
The vicissitudes of life, the years have changed.
Thousand years later.
A ray of fire was born from the green hill that was watered by more than a dozen saints, and the blood of boundless blood was born, and a ray of soul was born from the fire, it was the soul of the phoenix.
This soul, pure and immaculate, without spiritual wisdom, can be said to be favored by the heavens. Perhaps it is the back hand left by the ultimate sublimation of the saint who fell to the green hills. He wants to reappear the Da Ri Fengluan clan after a thousand years, and even let him Furthermore, this was born.
Of course, the sky is not what people want.
Encountered such a misfortune, the last ray of hope for the extinct Da Ri Fengluan clan was still shattered.
I don’t know the specific year when Da Ri Fengxu opened. The princess of the Da Xia Empire, Mu Lin'er, came to experience, but inadvertently used the hands of a saint from the Da Xia Empire who had not yet completely died. After transforming this phoenix soul, she became a phoenix girl, staying in the Da Ri Feng Ruins, and establishing the Feng City. Now she is in Nirvana and wants to become a true Da Ri Phoenix Luan body.
sad! There is no longer a big day phoenix in southern Xinjiang.
Pathetic! Thousands of hard work has been picked by the enemy.
hateful! The foes of the ages, unable to repay.
Angry! I want to come again, but suppressed for the ghost coffin.
This is Qingshan's grief and anger.
Qingshan is like a living body, showing emotional fluctuations.
Zhang Yang sighed.
After the frenzied riot in his bloodline, it finally subsided slowly, only a sorrow, sadness flowed in the open heart.
He also doesn't know why this is.
He only knew that it seemed that he had accepted the hatred that had lasted for thousands of years. He had to take revenge to get rid of the fetters in his heart.
Destroy ghosts and gods!
This bond, combined with his earlier hatred of Ghosts and Gods, was about to form an obsession.
He found that he would have to live with the ghosts and gods in his life, and there was no third possibility.
"call……"
Spit out foul air.
He wants to withdraw from his spiritual level and return to reality.
That is to say, at the moment when he was about to withdraw, but did not withdraw, causing people to cut off the involvement with Qingshan, suddenly, he found that in him, in Qingshan, in Darifengxu, even outside the battle of all saints that thousand years ago, There is a long river rolling, the waves are undulating, every wave is an era, and every drop of water flying is a peerless figure who oppresses an era, but behind this turbulent river, standing a huge figure, he seems to cut off this The long river of time and space is looking down one by one, seeming to be looking for something.
When Zhang Yang looked at it, this huge shadow unexpectedly gave birth to a sense of feeling, and he looked suddenly.
"Which era is this, and the fate of the heavens can still be born, I shall destroy it!"
The huge black shadow stretched out his hand and waved, tearing open the long river at that time, and wanted to search for it.
Zhang Yang has a sense of collapse. For some reason, how could he be able to see such a horrible sight. Sages shouldn't, and immortals can't do it. Why would he see it by chance? Is it a warning in the dark? still is?
He hurried to quit, but he couldn't control himself.
The huge figure that cuts off the long river of time and space, and dominates the past, the present, and the future, has been searched.
At the critical moment, the blood was surging, and the broken heaven reappeared, and the endless mighty power surged.
There was a flower before his eyes.
Return to reality.
He was startled in a cold sweat and couldn't believe what he saw.
"Unthinkable! Don't read! Don't forget!"
These nine words came from the broken heavenly court where the bloodline emerged, rumbling loudly, resounding through his mind and shaking his mind.
Unimaginable, there must be great cause and effect.
Don't think, there must be great cause and effect when exporting.
Don't forget, what happens if you forget?
Zhang Yang couldn't imagine why such a situation would happen, he was just a small climber.
He shook his head hard to get rid of this distraction.
When he stopped thinking about it, his heart was peaceful, as if the from the long river of time and space disappeared.
He couldn't help being afraid.
"Qingshan, Qingshan, you really want to scare me to death."
"But, I know what you want, want me to avenge the Dari Fengluan clan? Is that right?"
"Don't worry, even without this experience, I will still step on the ghosts and gods. I want to subvert the pattern of southern Xinjiang, and I will re-establish the rules for southern Xinjiang and the vast world. This is my promise."
"Don't think I am arrogant, because I want to become a fairy."
"Xian! It's my goal."
"Xian! It is no longer my ultimate goal."
The great figure of that time suddenly appeared in his mind, and then disappeared, he could not think, not to think, and not to forget.
When he finished speaking, the green mountain trembled and the holy light gushed, sending him to the ground.
The green hill shrank, and finally turned into a fist-sized mountain like a holy treasure, falling on his hand.
Zhang Yang cushioned the Qingshan Mountain, and muttered: "Can I use you to hit people? Think about it, fight fiercely with people, and raise a 100-meter green hill to hit people. How cool."