By the wild river.
The desolate wind blows, accompanied by bursts of ancient chanting.
Those Dahe clan members who were watching the fist seal not far away couldn't help but pricked up their ears and listened carefully. However, they could clearly hear it, but they couldn't remember it.
This is the new divine will of the immortal body, which has been integrated into the human emperor's scriptures and the nine-fold divine treasure path belonging to the Xuanhuang Earth. With the operation of Su Qinian's immortal body, every inch of flesh and blood, and even every drop of human battle A simple rune was outlined in the blood. This rune was very similar to the original Human Emperor scripture, but it was slightly different. It seemed to be more suitable for Su Qinian's current situation.
The essence of the world and the world surged in from all directions, being absorbed by the new primitive war blood. The primitive war blood blended into the human race's fighting spirit became increasingly bright red, crystal clear like blood diamonds, but also flowing with the atmosphere of ancient vicissitudes, and then fed back. The immortal body, the runes of the immortal body are constantly solidifying.
There are one hundred and eight thousand of these immortal runes. This was deduced by Su Qinian based on the Human Emperor Sutra and the ancient heavenly dragon as the divine form. There are one hundred and eight thousand immortal runes. Surrounding the great orifice of the nine-fold divine treasure, extending outwards, reaching the four poles, and even going up to the divine court. Behind Su Qinian, the spine is entrenched like a heavenly dragon, and there are nine illusory lights and shadows floating faintly, as if the great world of nine directions is sleeping.
clang! clang! clang!
Within Su Qinian's body, it was as if a piece of heavenly iron was being tempered, constantly emitting deafening metallic trembling sounds.
In the divine court, the heart of light hangs high. As the original battle blood surges and the immortal body improves, illusory stars are lit up one after another. The light gradually penetrates into every corner of the divine court, leaving no inch of darkness. .
This is the terrifying thing about the immortal body, the physical body, and the heavens. The three elements of essence, energy, and spirit are blended into one and go hand in hand. There is no need to worry about a moment of imbalance and collapse.
The most important thing is that the physical body forms the heavens on its own and can absorb the power of the Tao and the energy of all spirits. Unless the heaven and earth are destroyed and the heavens cease to exist, the power of the Tao will be difficult to add to the body.
Of course, Su Qinian is also very clear that this is just the prototype of the Tao he created. Limited by his vision and cultivation, there must be many shortcomings. It is like the power of the Tao is not added to the body. Although it sounds like It seems that everything is invulnerable, but there are limits. As far as the current state is concerned, as long as he surpasses the earth-opening state, he will also break the limit of his immortal body.
As for being under the Open Heaven Realm...
clang!
When the last metallic trembling sound fell, Su Qinian's whole body seemed to be enveloped by a cloud of red clouds, and illusory runes appeared on his body, like dragon scales.
At the same time, the light in his divine court was blazing, and an innate charm flowed.
At this moment, his bone-tempering realm was complete, and his will was in the heaven-human realm.
As for the laws of the various ways, his enlightenment is still there. As long as it is within the limit of the current immortal body, it can be gathered at the snap of a finger...
Under the sunset, in front of the wooden house.
The old patriarch's gray hair was spread around his shoulders. He looked at the tall figure on the bank of the wild river upstream. Even if he was sitting cross-legged on the rock, he still gave people a sense of standing upright.
Could this be the seed of another race?
The old man stared into the distance again. The darkness shrouded the depths of the sky road, and the afterglow of the setting sun was cut off. The darkness became thicker and thicker. The sky cave was probably about to open again.
At night.
When Su Qinian returned to the settlement, he found that many people from the Dahe tribe were polishing their weapons. Even the young people who had not yet embarked on the path of spiritual practice were polishing their sharp bone spears.
"The old patriarch said that the cave is about to open and we should be prepared. Darkness may come at any time."
From the faces of these young people, Su Qinian did not see solemnity or panic, only determination and indifference, as if everything had been taken for granted.
"This is life at the Pilgrim Pass."
At some point, the old patriarch came to his side and seemed to be muttering to himself: "There is no such thing as a clan or place for the tribes on the Heavenly Road, because they migrate too frequently. If they stay in one place for a long time, the next time the Heavenly Cave opens, it will become a The place where many dark creatures are concerned will most likely be turned into ashes. There is no tranquility here, only killing."
After a pause, the old patriarch suddenly changed the topic and said seriously: "If your luck is bad tomorrow, you can leave first."
What?
Su Qinian was startled when he heard this. The old patriarch had already shaken his head and walked away. Only a sigh could be heard: "It is not easy for the younger generation to produce a seed, especially on the road to heaven. It is even more difficult to survive."
After pondering for a moment, Su Qinian understood the thoughts of the old patriarch. He couldn't help but fell silent. On the road where war blood was shed, even the young, old, women and children picked up fighting weapons, but the old patriarch would rather let him choose to live. This is in Su Qinian knew how much hope he had placed on him. This was not for the inheritance of the tribe, nor because he had only joined the Dahe Tribe for a few days, but because of his talent for cultivation. The old patriarch believed that as long as he lived, he would be able to It can continue to become stronger and can kill more and stronger dark aliens in the future.
That night, the bonfire was brightly lit by the wild river.
Many Dahe people demolished their wooden houses and tied the dried wild beast meat around their waists. Some wild beasts that had just returned from hunting and were about to be dried and stored were also set up on bonfires. The few jars of blood springs came from the riverside. Digging out from the new mud, these are things that cannot be taken away. They will become a burden on the road to fighting the dark race.
At the zenith of the moon, thousands of Dahe people are eating meat and drinking blood. No one knows whether this is the last day, but they still have to use their strongest energy and blood to meet the fierce battle that may come soon. No one knows No one is timid about complaining. Even young children like Mang Feng and Mang Yu are polishing their short battle skills, with their chubby little faces full of seriousness and solemnity.
Su Qinian's original battle blood was stirring, the marrow sea was surging, the divine court was swelling, and a burning fighting spirit rushed out from every inch of flesh and blood on his body, soaring upward.
boom!
He broke through again and his fighting spirit reappeared.
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The bright moon is bright, but at the end of the world, the thick darkness is rolling, and it seems to be getting worse.
Hundreds of miles away, a middle-aged man holding a dark war spear and wearing a green animal skin stood on the top of the ancient tree. There was nothing under his feet, and he just stood there quietly.
Fushan frowned. The darkness was getting thicker and the sky caves were opening more and more frequently. Even the dark races scattered in this corner of the sky road were stronger than before. If this continued, he might not be able to control these thousands of miles. In this land, some small tribes lacking strong men may not be spared.
The moon passes the zenith.
Su Qinian walked out of the Dahe tribe without saying hello to anyone. Some people saw his back and were a little stunned. Then their eyes dimmed slightly, but they soon returned to normal.
"Are you leaving?" The old patriarch stood on the bank of the Huangmang River, leaning on his war spear and facing away from the people of the Dahe Tribe.
Behind him, two uncles from the Blood Refining Dzogchen clan looked at each other, and one of them spoke and sighed: "It's okay to leave." (Please subscribe, there is another chapter to continue.)
