I'm afraid, no one in this world except Guanyuanyu knows that this sky is just a training ground for monks. It is a refining ground to improve your own luck.
Only by living in this ominous place and living forever among a hundred deaths can one be qualified to step into the legendary place of creation.
There, there is an opportunity for a rise. It is an opportunity to lead and rise where you belong. Just light a lamp and you can do this. Rise and then become glorious, reappearing the peak glory of Shenhuangtian in those days.
In this world, probably no one except Guanyuanyu knows that Emperor Linguan is just a trap.
Emperor Linguan, why is it called Emperor Linguan? According to rumors, as long as you set foot on the legendary land of creation, you will definitely become the emperor of the world and the emperor of immortals.
But, are you really just able to become an emperor?
Of course not. If you become emperor enough, there are only taboos. Only like the Immortal Lord, defy all the rules in the world and sweep away all enemies. As long as she is there, no one dares to respect her.
This is just a scam. There is an extremely powerful being behind them, operating the invisible thin thread, slowly pushing them into the game, leading them to the moment of final growth, and taking action to collect their luck.
The only way to collect luck is to refine them with blood. Then transfer it to the strong man.
All the great glory back then were destroyed in the hands of that person. How scary is that person? Thirteen said that even Netherworld was afraid of Shenhuangtian’s supreme glory back then.
Perhaps, the Lord of the Netherworld is also a little weaker than the group of top heroes back then.
However, such a powerful group of existences were still destroyed in the long river of history.
In the end, only Guanyuanyu was left.
Guanyuanyu survived because the strong man kept him alive. It's just because he was the strongest cultivator of Mo Chen in that group.
Spare his life and let him not die. Just for him to witness how that strong man reversed this situation and reversed the withering of the heavens.
The sky shook, and the night sky seemed to sway and turn completely white.
In this whiteness, it seems that there is an invisible hand, lifting the white curtain. Instead, there was a corner of blood.
This red is scarlet, so red that it's shocking. It's the color of blood.
There was suddenly a hint of fear in the eyes of the middle-aged scribe.
This shock, even after countless years, is difficult to dissipate in my heart.
That touch of scarlet gradually dyed his eyes red. Likewise, it is also reflected in my heart.
Which scene is that? It was the scene of panic that came from his heart.
In that scene, blood stained the sky and burned like fireworks for thousands of miles. There, bones and body parts were scattered all over the place. In the sky, there were screams of shocking death intentions.
These residual limbs and bones all belong to the second step of power. Even those with the lowest cultivation level have reached the early stage of nirvana. That group of powerful men numbered in the hundreds, and even in the realm of destruction, there were dozens of them.
Dozens of Destruction Realms, perhaps placed in a vast sky, are completely comparable. Perhaps, it is not as good as Nether Sky, but it is not weaker than other Cangwu.
Even so, if only dozens of annihilation realm powers were used, it would not be able to achieve the ultimate glory. Not to mention that there is a death place like Nether Sky pressing down hard on him.
What is supreme splendor? That's because Mo Chen's terror is far more than that.
Mo Chen's terror has created the ultimate glory that is famous throughout the world. This great brilliance is also because of thirteen people.
These thirteen people, including the powerful ones standing at the top, have all reached the sky.
This is a force that can shake any force in the world, including
Including today, the strongest person in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the Lord of the Netherworld.
This is a sharp sword that can split any hard object in the world, and nothing in the world can resist it. Destined to be invincible, destined to be famous forever.
However, this sword was broken when it was at its peak.
The one who broke this sword was just one person.
Just one person, but he broke the extremely glorious sword led by thirteen supreme strong men.
Guanyuan Yu will never forget that blood-red scene in his entire life.
In the blood red, it was his chest that was shot through. Even if he was empty and did not exist in this world, he was still shot through his chest.
Blood was flowing on his chest, bit by bit, accumulating into a river.
He half-knelt on the ground and raised his head with difficulty. While trembling, he looked up at the figure that looked like a god and demon in front of him. Listen to that awe-inspiring voice that sweeps across the entire world.
Watch the wind blowing and hear the shaking sound. It was the blow that shook the cold corpses one after another.
They were friends in the past, companions who had gone through all kinds of hardships together, comrades who fought together in all the worlds. They were like kites with broken strings in the wind, teetering on the edge, and eventually falling in the direction of eternal destruction.
And although he escaped a disaster. But his red and warm heart had already turned into ashes with the passing of his comrades.
From then on, he was accompanied by wine day and night. Fortunately, in a dream, I can go back to the past again.
Guanyuanyu does not know the existence of Thirteen. If he knew, how would he feel? Some of the comrades who fought together back then survived.
It turned out that he was not the only one immersed in pain. It turns out that he was not alone in these billions of years.
But he didn't know, not at all. There were still people alive during that battle. If he had known that there were still comrades still alive, he would have survived that battle.
So, will Guanyuanyu become what it is today in these extremely long years? Drinking and feeling depressed all day long?
"Back then, I made a move for you. What Guan wanted was just for you to give me back the taste of my hometown. But you gave me an extra two hundred and ninety-nine jars of wine. I owe you two hundred Ninety-nine times to get a taste of home.”
Guanyuanyu lowered his head, shook the wine bottle in his hand, and found that there was no wine in it. So, he smiled bitterly.
"Although the taste of this wine is beautiful, its beauty is short-lived. We can only try our best to maintain this beauty."
He walked slowly to a boulder, turned over and lay directly on top.
There is dew in the morning, and there is moisture in the stone, although it will not instantly sweep away the fire in people's hearts. But it can also be a little slower.
The morning wind suddenly picked up and dispersed the sweat on his forehead.
The coolness of autumn makes the drunken Guanyuan fish sober up.
"Therefore, what is owed is the same number of helping hands."
He opened his eyes and glanced around. The wine placed on the innermost side was the two hundred and ninety-nine jars of wine given by the young man back then.
Thousands of years have passed, and Guanyuanyu is reluctant to take another sip. Perhaps only people from their hometown would be willing to take it out and drink with them when they come here.
He is waiting for one day. When the young man who gave him the wine met again, he took out the wine and drank it under the moonlight while listening to his story of a thousand years.
He was waiting for that person to come back again. Personally bring the wine to him and drink it happily.
But today, he wanted to drink. Drink the wine that I have been reluctant to drink for thousands of years.
"Come."
One word fell
, suddenly started Douyin. The next moment, a jar of wine fell into the hands of the middle-aged scribe.
A flick of the finger. The mud that sealed the wine jar fell apart, and then fell to the ground, together with the paper that covered the mouth of the jar.
Suddenly, a pure fragrance overflowed. The wine in the altar was as pure as a bright mirror. He looked at the reflection in the altar and felt even more bitter in his heart.
"Wine is good wine, but only I can drink it. But I am the only one who can feel homesick. But only I can taste this homesickness again."
Guanyuanyu rested his head on one hand and looked up at the blue sky and the white clouds. He chuckled and opened his mouth. Then, he drank wine.
There was confusion in his eyes, he shook his head repeatedly and then spoke again.
"Ten years after we were separated from him. After his breath disappeared, Guan found his clone. Even that clone didn't know where the original person had gone."
"It's just that when I saw his clone, I was really in a state of turmoil that day."
Guanyuanyu took another sip of wine, then shook his head again, the smile on his face getting stronger and stronger.
"That clone is indeed a clone. But it is an extraordinary clone. In a sense, that clone is much more powerful than Chu Cheng himself."
"It's much more powerful." Guanyuanyu smiled again, pushed slightly with his palm, and the wine spilled as he poured.
The wine that he had been reluctant to drink was actually poured everywhere by Guanyuan Yu.
"Come, let you feel the taste of my hometown. I also want you to know that I, Mo Chen, have created another heaven-defying cultivator. Even if I don't ignite the fireworks in Di Lin Pass, I can still make Mo Chen rise again."
"Do you know the way to reverse chaos?"
The aroma of the wine fell into the soil, slowly soaking and moistening the soil. The aroma of the wine entered his heart and made his face rosy.
"Di Lin Pass, for you. Why do you need to step on it? Why do you have to step on it? Even if you don't light the fireworks, when the avatar there is complete, you can lead Mo Chen to rise again. There is no need to hone his Qi. transport."
"Because the birth of that clone is the greatest luck in the world. When it is completed in the future, even that one... will be afraid to retreat when he sees it."
"The fire in Di Lin Pass can be ignited. But not now."
A jar of wine fell into the soil. All included.
Guanyuanyu only took a few sips, but his face turned red again.
It wasn't drunkenness, it was excitement.
The next moment, his figure appeared in the blue sky. Then, it was dark again.
The previous location was only in his cave treasure. At this moment, it is in the outside world.
This is Cangyuntian.
Today, there is great turmoil in the nine heavens and ten lands. But it hasn't affected Cangyuntian yet. The Netherworld Ghost Army had just broken through Bai Ritian. There are still five vast distances from Cangyuntian.
At the moment, Cangyuntian doesn't need him. In that distant Shenhuangtian, there was someone who needed him.
"Two hundred and ninety-eight."
