Blue, endless sea horizon.
Suddenly the sea surface began to fluctuate, and huge waves surged up from the quiet sea surface.
Among them, in front of the biggest wave, a huge black thing moved forward like a giant ship.
Amaterasu's body is hundreds of meters large, but it can explode with such speed that it can set off shocking waves hundreds of meters high.
The huge waves kept rolling, and Amaterasu's eyes were always fixed on Qin Jue through the huge waves.
Qin Jue's figure suddenly stopped at the sea level.
Behind him, huge waves rolled past and crashed into the sea.
Amaterasu also stopped behind Qin Jue, with a ferocious smile on his lips.
"Lead me here, I promise you."
"Now, can you tell me the truth?"
Listening to Amaterasu's voice, Qin Jue turned around slowly, his eyes unwavering.
"Quite smart."
"Haha, tell me the truth." Amaterasu stretched out his huge palm, twisted his fingers as thick as a satellite tower slightly, and said with a ferocious smile: "Or, I tear off your angel wings and take away your Meng Po Yuan Sword."
"Believe me, my patience has its limits."
"There's no need to fight to the death."
"I admit that these two things are very strong."
"But you don't deserve them yet!"
Not worthy?
Qin Jue sneered.
Without further ado, he shook his angel wings and flew high into the clouds.
"The power of Meng Po's Yuan Sword is more than capable of quelling the bloody chaos in the underworld for thousands of years?"
Qin Jue murmured, his eyes flashing, as if ancient pictures were flashing like slides.
Huge turmoil also broke out in the underworld.
The Ten Halls of Yama are all in deep turmoil and cannot help themselves.
Those bull heads and horse faces are even more cannon fodder among cannon fodder.
Even the five ghost emperors witnessed the turmoil in the underworld and were helpless.
But there was a sword that cut through thousands of years of turmoil in the underworld, and it stood like a legend in the hearts of the kings of the underworld.
This sword is the Fate Sword.
Later it was used as a gate by Po Meng.
These images flashed through Qin Jue's mind when he took the Meng Po Yuan Sword from Li Yuqing.
Qin Jue understood that this sword carried the life of a legendary figure.
Wielding this sword is equivalent to wielding it for the entire life of the sword owner.
Amaterasu is ignorant, how can he know the true power of Yuanjian?
With a slash of the sword, silvery white light shot out.
In an instant, the sea became calm.
The next second, with Qin Jue as the center, the sea level with a radius of 100 meters fell into extreme violent chaos.
Countless silvery white light spots, mixed with sea water, twisting in chaos and disorder.
If you use a molecular observer, you can find that seawater molecules actually collapse and decompose in incredible ways!
"ah……"
At this moment, even Amaterasu didn't react.
In his chaotic mind, his own memories came first.
Born in a dirty cesspool, he witnessed his mother being hacked to death, then crawled out of the cesspit and survived by eating his mother's flesh.
His nature was violent, and he devoured his mother to nothing. Then a being who claimed to be the Sun God came to Amaterasu. From then on, Amaterasu became the so-called incarnation of the Sun God, exercising power in the human world on behalf of the Sun God.
However, the tyrannical Amaterasu was aloof and considered himself invincible. He built countless palaces and hung his statues at the top of the palaces, becoming the master of the archipelago.
Then one day, a huge ship came to the islands full of boys and girls. An old man with disheveled hair respectfully gave Amaterasu a black elixir.
Amaterasu took the elixir, and instantly became a god, possessing the power to control life and death. From then on, the people on that archipelago were Amaterasu's slaves when they were alive, and became ghosts after death, and they are still in the sky. Under the shadow of the sun.
But in the blink of an eye, another wave of memories washed away in Amaterasu's mind.
The endless underworld on the other side.
Countless powerful corpses floating in the underworld.
A broad and sharp sword blade flew out from an ancient and huge bronze coffin. Like thunder, it penetrated the corpses of countless strong men and spanned thousands of years!
Buzz!
Amaterasu trembled all over, her eyes rolled white, and she let out an uncontrollable roar of pain.
That sword!
That sword in my mind!
It was actually sweeping his spirit!
No!
That's not a memory!
That is a substantial spiritual attack!
Am I inheriting Po Meng’s ten thousand years?
Realizing this, Amaterasu turned pale with horror.
He has a spirit that has been tempered by many vicissitudes of life, and he has eaten his mother's Taoist heart just after he was born. He is so invincible, how can he be easily defeated by a sword?
"No! I am Amaterasu, the incarnation of the sun god!"
"Scorching sun, burning, purifying, rootless!"
Amaterasu's eyes instantly burst into flames, and behind his huge body, a raging scorching sun slowly emerged. Countless rushing flames poured into his head and began to purify his mental attacks.
Fire burns the spirit.
Purify all mental attacks!
"Ha, keep holding on." Qin Jue sneered, and the angel wings behind him started to dance with a strange frequency.
From a distance, it looks like some kind of war dance!
Start the war dance with your wings!
This scene was deeply reflected in Fuxi's eyes.
On the cold moon surface, Fuxi sat cross-legged and stared at the blue star casually.
Strands of white hair flowed freely behind her, like a god who was far away from the world.
"Does it look good?"
The voice came from behind.
Fuxi narrowed his eyes and smiled, without looking back. He looked at the strand of white hair floating in front of his eyes and said calmly: "His progress is beyond my imagination."
"Well, Nie, he is Nie." Donghuang, who was imprisoned in the stone tower, responded: "They told me, it is Nie, the Nie in the bronze coffin."
"It's back, it's back after cutting off the cause and effect of the past and present lives. It's going to cause boundless disasters and revenge. You are seeking your own death."
Seeking death?
Fuxi laughed heartily, his white hair fluttering but he was speechless.
Damn it, so what...
Fuxi squinted at Lan Xing.
The abandoned old hometown just needs evil and needs a rekindled torch...
…
Boom!
A deafening drum beat echoes along the shore.
Qin Jue looked back, even though he was indifferent, his eyes were slightly shocked.
On the coast that looked like a black line in the distance, there was an old man playing a drum.
The originally neat white hair was now flying wildly, and his old eyes were staring at Qin Jue on the sea.
As the drum hammers fell heavily again and again, the drum sound was like the roar of a giant elephant, and the sound was like thunder!
"Boy, I will beat the drum to cheer you on today!"
Mr. Wang once again waved the drum hammer, which was thicker than his arm, his white hair fluttering wildly, and he shouted angrily.
This scene was witnessed by all the generals who came over, and they were all deeply moved.
A person in a high position of power, personally beating drums and cheering for the Chief of General Staff who was fighting against the gods, was unprecedentedly shocking even if we looked at the entire history of Great Xia.
At this moment, all the generals felt that Daxia had Wang Lao and Qin Jue, and the unprecedented unity of the two political and military leaders made them seem to see a bright future.
