Above the sky.
She was still watching everything that happened in Buzhou Mountain.
Nothing that happened in front of Yang Jian could escape her eyes.
Her face had returned to calm.
But the fear in his eyes only increased.
Thoughts linger for eternity.
Remembering the past forever.
Her memory remains vivid.
The heaven and earth were shattered, and the world of gods was overturned.
The three realms collapsed.
In the end, the chaos was finally settled at a very heavy price.
After that, the death knell of the collapse of the ancient divine power was sounded.
…
The flames went out.
Yang Jianjing's upper body was naked and his whole body was red.
Even her hair and nails turned red.
The whole body is surrounded by flames.
In the hall, the violent Samadhi True Fire gathered around Yang Jian.
It was like being swept up in a whirlpool, and everything entered him.
Within the Dantian, the inner alchemy is suspended.
A trace of divine power continued to merge with Yang Jian's physical body.
At this moment the flames dissipated.
Yang Jian's whole body returned to its original appearance.
Ka blinked.
At this moment, everything I think about is so incredible.
"He got in there himself."
Yang Jian seemed to be talking to himself.
With a little disbelief.
It couldn't be more unbelievable.
This is also true.
The next moment, Yang Jian stretched out a hand and thought.
The real fire of samadhi, which was ten feet tall, spurted out from Yang Jian's hand and shot straight to the dome.
arms waving,
The true fire of Samadhi dissipates with the wind without a trace.
This is...fire control...
The purest true fire of Samadhi, the most violent true fire of Samadhi.
If there is such pure Samadhi True Fire in Taishang Laojun's furnace, it can be used to make elixirs...
All that comes out is ashes.
Yang Jian himself seems to be a little confused now about how to describe his mood.
God of Fire Zhurong.
One of the Five Ancient Emperors, the Southern Emperor.
In charge of the southern heaven.
And what was left behind just now is... the inner elixir...
Zhu Rong’s inner elixir.
This is countless times more precious than a few drops of Xingtian's blood essence.
The surrounding flames have dissipated.
Everything just now seemed like a dream.
Yang Jianjing was naked and looked at the big gun lying on the ground.
He reached out and grabbed it again.
This time, when my palm held the barrel of the big gun, there was no burning feeling anymore.
On the contrary, it is a sense of closeness that comes from the depths of flesh and blood.
When Yang Jian took it in his hand, the spear, which was originally several feet long, was shortened to just over ten feet long.
Let Yang Jian use it more freely.
Holding it in the hand, it is like an extension of blood, like a finger.
Yang Jian thought.
"Qiang!"
There was a metallic crunch.
On both sides of the tip of the big gun, two equally red forked blades instantly protruded.
The three-pointed two-edged sword used by Yang Jian actually has the same purpose but the same purpose.
this moment.
The system's voice appeared in Yang Jian's mind again.
"Congratulations to the host, you have obtained - Qionghuang, the divine weapon of Zhu Rong, the Ancient Southern Emperor of Heaven."
"This spear is a treasure from the beginning of the world. The God of Fire Zhu Rong once held this spear. He fought for millions of years, killed countless enemies, and drank endless blood. It was the first-class ferocious soldier in the world, and the middle-ranking Emperor of Heaven - the God-Destroying Halberd, the Ancient Soldier. Lord - open the magic axe, equal!"
Yang Jian listened to the voice in his head.
I don't know whether I should be happy or scared now.
Others are very happy when they get a great opportunity, but now Yang Jian is not happy at all.
There was no other way. When the opportunity was too great, he also had an unreal feeling.
The inner elixir of Zhu Rong, the Southern Heavenly Emperor and God of Fire.
Now he still has the magic weapon that he has used for millions of years.
Whether it is the inner elixir or the divine weapon, now it is all my own.
This is something Yang Jian has never thought about before.
After all, with his current cultivation level, Yang Jian already felt that this was his great opportunity.
When Yang Jian was able to get a drop of Xingtian's essence and blood, he already felt that it was something he could only hope for.
So what now?
Is this a systematic arrangement, or is there some pusher behind him that allows him to get these things?
An extremely unreal feeling filled Yang Jian's heart.
Yang Jian stood in the hall holding Qionghuang.
Feel the hot breath in your body.
Vulcan Zhu Rong is dead.
This is the truth that Yang Jian found during this trip.
Yang Jian still doesn't know what happened that year.
But now it seems that what happened that year cannot be explained by any myths and legends.
After all, even Zhu Rong is dead.
Zhu Rong died in this hall.
This is still where the God of Fire is, there is only flames here.
But what about outside this hall?
That gloomy, dark, and extremely cold aura was definitely not left by the God of Fire.
This leaves only one explanation.
What's outside is the enemy, the same enemy that Fire God Zhu Rong faced back then.
Is it Gonggong?
It doesn't look like either.
It seems that it should not be something that should be preserved in the Three Realms.
There was a fight between fire and water back then.
It should be true that a fierce battle broke out between Zhu Rong and Gonggong.
The collapse of Buzhou Mountain should also be true.
But besides that, something else must have happened.
What is the truth?
Yang Jian didn't understand, and Yang Jian couldn't understand it.
But even more uneasy.
After the ancient divine power collapsed, the ancient divine court was established.
All the ancient five heavenly emperors disappeared.
There has been no news for a long time. Even the Nuwa Empress who survived from the ancient times has been overlooking the three realms in the sky for endless years without saying a word.
She seemed to be hiding what happened in Taikoo back then.
Although the ancient divine court is powerful, compared with the ancient imagination, it is not even a little bit behind.
Later, the ancient divine court fell, and today's heavenly court was born.
It’s true that one generation is worse than the other.
But now...
All this began to unfold gradually in front of Yang Jian.
This was his first contact with the existence of the ancient times.
God of Fire Zhurong.
And there is Yinglong in Buzhou Mountain.
The system seems to be pushing Yang Jian to gradually come into contact with things from the ancient times.
But he had a vague feeling.
This system is nothing more than a facade.
Or maybe you want to rationalize it all.
Someone behind this seems to be manipulating everything Yang Jian has experienced.
That's right... Yang Jian feels like a puppet.
He looked around, but there was no one around.
Only himself.
This feeling is getting stronger and stronger in Yang Jian's heart, and more and more...
"Roar!"
A thunderous dragon roar came.
That's the sound outside.
At this moment, the entire Guangming Palace was trembling.
The next second, a huge pressure fell from the sky, and at the same time.
The entire Guangming Palace began to collapse at this moment.
Yang Jian was shocked.
But the next moment he moved.
Two fire dragons soared into the sky with Yang Jian as their body.
A giant pillar of flame composed of Samadhi True Fire soared straight into the sky.
The next moment, Yang Jian's figure appeared above Buzhou Mountain.
At this moment, Yang Jian saw what was in front of him.
It was a giant dragon that was ten thousand feet long and stretched across the sky, a seriously injured dragon!
This is - Yinglong!
