The heat waves from the fierce flames kept hitting Yang Jian's face.
At this moment, all the Xuan Gong in his body has been fully mobilized to resist the flames in the hall in front of him that can burn everything in the world.
Yang Jian looked at the center of the hall, where the body still stood upright even after eternity.
The ancient god was several feet tall, and his face had long been unclear.
After being eroded by endless years, even the powerful ancient gods can hardly maintain their former appearance.
The majestic and majestic crimson armor on his body was also broken and mottled. It was obvious that this ancient god had experienced an earth-shattering battle during his lifetime.
The armor was shattered and the body was seriously injured.
The ancient god's right leg showed a strange angle.
Holding the big red gun several feet long in his hand, it seemed that he was trying to stand up before dying.
No contact yet.
Yang Jian could feel the will that remained in this body even after eternity.
Arrogant, how can you not be arrogant when you are at the top of the gods?
Perseverance, after endless years and countless disasters and battles, how can you not be perseverant?
Angry, how could he not be angry when facing the enemy in front of him and the ancient gods who had conquered countless enemies in his life?
Fighting spirit, the enemy is close at hand, fighting is his pride, and dying in battle is his destiny.
Unwilling to give in, the divine body has been broken, the holy power has been exhausted, the oil has dried up, the end has come, and the powerful enemy is still wreaking havoc, but after all...
Not willing to give in! Not willing to give in! Not willing to give in!
The consciousness remaining in the remains of the ancient god continued to impact Yang Jian's mind.
After an eternity, the remnants of the ancient god's will can still be so strong.
He glanced at the flames in the hall.
That is the purest true fire of samadhi, far superior to Taishang Laojun's Bagua furnace.
Huo Dexingjun's little flame is nothing more than a firefly and a bright moon in comparison.
In this raging flame, the bones of the ancient gods have remained the same for eternity. The aura exuding from the big gun is the purest masculinity, a flame that can destroy the world.
Yang Jian already knew who the person in front of him was.
Legend has it that the two gods of mountain, water and fire competed in Buzhou, which simply explained that the water god Gonggong was defeated, angered Buzhou Mountain, and Nuwa mended the sky.
But it did not explain the outcome of the joint work of the God of Fire Zhurong and the God of Water.
Aroused countless speculations.
But now it seems that one of them will end up here.
As for the other one, I guess it wasn't much better.
There was confusion around Yang Jian.
Yang Jian used all his strength to drive the Xuan Gong around his body, dispersing the flames and keeping them three feet away from him.
The temperature here is much hotter than Taishang Laojun's Bagua furnace.
Yang Jian moved forward step by step.
But the further forward.
The pressure coming from the remains of the ancient god became stronger and stronger.
This hall is huge.
It's a hundred feet high.
It's dozens of feet wide.
Yang Jian was twenty or thirty feet away from the remains of the ancient god.
Every time he took a step forward, Yang Jian expended a lot of energy.
Although the remaining will of this ancient god is much worse than the previous will of heaven and earth.
But after all, what is in front of me is...
Yang Jian moved forward step by step.
Big beads of sweat kept sliding down his face.
Before it even hit the ground, it had already been evaporated.
The footsteps are getting closer and closer, but the closer they get, the stronger the pressure of the ancient god's will becomes.
Yang Jian gritted his teeth and moved forward.
The surrounding flames were billowing, and the already blazing Samadhi True Fire became even more violent at this time.
The flames turned into huge waves and continued to surge in the hall.
"Crack!"
It's like something is broken.
The pressure of the ancient god's will suddenly disappeared at this moment.
Yang Jian has already arrived in front of the remains.
Rumor has it that Zhurong, the god of fire, has the head of an animal and the body of a beast, wearing a red lin, with fire snakes pierced in his ears, and fire dragons on his feet.
It is the image of a first-class great god.
But now, it is nothing more than withered in the flames.
But I can also vaguely admire the grace of eternity ago.
Yang Jian glanced at the big gun.
The image is a metaphor for his three-pointed, two-edged sword. It is longer, thicker, red, and full of violent and fiery flames. Even after endless years, the extreme sharpness can still be felt on the red tip of the spear.
Compared to this big gun.
What kind of Ruyi golden cudgel, what kind of three-pointed two-edged sword, what kind of lotus lantern...
These so-called magical weapons are the most precious treasures in heaven and earth.
But a cricket is better than a tree.
Not worth mentioning.
Yang Jian didn't know how much blood this big gun drank and how many enemies it killed.
Even after an eternity, one can still feel the murderous aura in this blazing flame.
Is this the ancient great god?
Is this one of the Five Ancient Emperors?
Just the remaining will, just a weapon without an owner, that's all.
So what kind of existence were the Five Ancient Emperors at their peak back then?
This answer may only be known to the one who is far higher than the thirty-third heaven.
Empress Nuwa may be the only ancient god who has survived in countless years.
Yang Jian stretched out his hand.
Gently touch the remains of the ancient god.
But at that moment of contact.
A gust of hot wind hit my face.
The remains of the ancient god in front of Yang Jian turned into black fly ash and dissipated before his eyes.
At this moment, a red light appeared in front of Yang Jian.
Next to him, the big gun originally held by the ancient god fell to the ground because it lost its support.
Yang Jian subconsciously reached out and held the barrel of the big gun with both hands.
But for a moment.
A burning pain that penetrated the bone marrow was transmitted to Yang Jian's hands.
Yang Jian subconsciously let go.
"Bang!"
There was a muffled sound.
"boom!"
There was a loud bang.
At this moment, Yang Jian felt that the entire Guangming Palace beneath his feet was shaking.
How much does this big gun weigh?
Yang Jian looked at his hands.
He has achieved success in cultivation, and his holy body has reached a small level of success. The strength of his physical body is comparable to that of the Five Mountains, and even the diamond axes of the past may not be able to harm him.
But just now he just touched the surface of the barrel of the big gun, which was just a breath.
The palms of Yang Jian's hands were already covered with blisters and burn scars.
"this……"
Watch as your palms recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Yang Jian looked at the big gun lying on the ground again.
And finally.
His eyes were fixed on a flash of red light in front of him.
That was what was left after the remains of the ancient gods dissipated.
A red ball that is as big as a goose egg is emitting hot red light.
And this moment...
The power in that red ball.
Yang Jian, who has now become a quasi-saint, actually has a...
The feeling of looking up at the mountains.
Yang Jian subconsciously stretched out his hand.
And the next second, the entire hall was instantly filled with violent flames!
…
Buzhou Mountain is shaking, and huge waves are rising in the northwest sea.
Ying Long in the clouds felt something.
Looking in the direction of Guangming Palace, the broken dragon body flew towards Guangming Palace, swinging its body.
…
Under the northwest sea, in a dark palace.
A tall body struggled suddenly.
Opening his eyes, he tugged at the chains that imprisoned him around him.
This man's legs were broken, but his eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.
"Zhu Rong!"
In the dark palace, there is his low roar!
