"Boom!"
There was a sound of thunder in the sky, and the eyes slowly disappeared, and then the clouds rolled in, covering the eyes, and were replaced by figures that kept coming out.
It was a group of people dressed in black uniforms. Compared with the giants below, they were small in stature, but the number was getting larger and larger, and finally they almost covered the sky. Then they rushed towards the giants together...
The giants looked indifferent, their bone spears shone with an icy cold light, and they fought with the little people who rushed up...
Dragons were flying, swords were shining, limbs were broken, and the sound of fighting seemed to last forever.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The battle became more intense, and giants and black-clothed people kept falling. At this time, lightning flashed and thundered in the sky, and the explosion of swords also sounded above the thunderclouds.
"Boom boom boom..."
After a burst of noise above the thundercloud, a huge object suddenly fell, like falling from the sky, through the clouds, towards the center of the battlefield, and fell heavily. Everything encountered on the way, including the giants and men in black fighting on the battlefield, fell instantly. The destroyed giants were completely annihilated, and then a powerful collision soared upward, as if the earth was torn into pieces by the destruction of the world. Countless ravines, canyons, mountains, rivers, and basins spewed out in just an instant.
When everything settled, Xu Zhi'an saw clearly that the giant thing in the huge pothole was a half-arm.
"Puff..."
The arm seemed to have just been cut off, and blood spurted out, like a huge fountain, and like a world-destroying flood, the blood soaked everything in the ravines of the earth.
Suddenly, there was another loud noise in the sky, and something fell from the sky. It was a huge head like a mountain. It landed on the arm, and it stirred up a huge wave of sky. Half of the arm seemed to be feeling. Turn it over, open your palms, and hold the head firmly in your palms.
The entire picture was extremely horrifying at the moment, with only one hand holding a head.
"You won again this time, but one day, those who come after you will uphold the aspirations of our clan, kill you again, and drive you away from the Nine Heavens!"
The head on the arm looked up to the sky and sighed.
"Boom!"
The sky roars, the sky's anger boils, red thunder gathers in the sky, overwhelming the earth, the arc of thunder can no longer be hidden, and pours towards the head!
The red arcs were bright and dense all over the sky, like blood streaks drawn on the sky.
The head seemed to turn into a lightning rod, and thick bloody thunder struck from all directions.
Immediately, blood and flesh flew everywhere. The head was broken and the cheeks were uneven. Some of the bright red flesh was beating, but more of it was shaped like dry coal, dry and compressed. It was beyond recognition and looked extremely miserable, especially around the eye sockets. , the eyes seemed to be squeezed out by electric current, and half-carbonized blood gurgled out from the eye sockets, adding a bit of ferocity.
In such a miserable state, the corners of the head's mouth were still tilted upward, and he grinned and said: "The ancient Tao has become empty for eternity, and the Tao Palm Canghong has stepped on the sky! You can't stop it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, above the sky, among the red thunder, those huge eyes slowly opened again, cold and desolate, as if they came from eternity and were immortal in the world, and they looked across the sky and the earth and looked at the world.
"You...can't stop it!"
The head seemed to notice it and grinned even more proudly.
Then the thunder of heaven and earth roared, and bloody thunder pillars fell from the sky as if they were destroying the world!
At this last moment, the head stopped screaming and turned to the side, as if facing another world. It was clear that one of the eyes had long been wiped out, and the eye sockets were as black as blood holes, but Xu Zhian clearly felt that the head saw him!
"Are you the heir to this generation of Heaven-Treading Scrolls? Your spiritual roots are mottled, but you have a meager Dao foundation. Haha, one generation is not as good as the other, so I admit you. Little guy, there is no need to worry about the battles in the painting. Repeatedly for several centuries, you will be The world-destroying thunder has struck me countless times. This time, when I am completely annihilated, I no longer need to preach, and I am finally free. You don’t have to bear the karma of the ethereal spirit, the battles in the sky, you can be free as long as you do whatever you want. , so, take it, my final inheritance."
The thunder roared, and the bloody arc drowned everything. The head in the sea of thunder laughed easily, and then everything froze at this moment. The next moment there was a "crash" sound, the whole world exploded, Xu Zhian escaped, and the scroll in front of him burned fiercely. The firelight illuminated Xu Zhian.
Xu Zhi'an was shocked and recited the characters that had appeared before in his mind:
"Crossing the mortal bones, hiding the rhyme of the Tao."
"Refining the gods, cutting off the spiritual abyss."
"Transform the void and unite the seven emotions."
"If you become a great road, you can reach the sky!"
…
Over and over again, deeply rooted in my mind, this is the general outline of the Heaven-Stepping Art.
Then Xu Zhian's heart beat loudly, blood burst out through his heart to his whole body, his meridians were filled with energy, a light spot in the middle of his forehead lit up like a star, and the scroll in front of him was burned up at the same time.
"Destiny comes and ends, fate ends, flowers bloom and fall, flowers return to dust. The inheritance of the virtual spirit, the ancient contract, I am here to witness that you are the last person of the virtual spirit. I allow you to return after establishing the foundation!"
That majestic voice resounded throughout the world, and then Xu Zhi'an felt his body begin to shake, and the scenery in front of him changed, and finally boundless darkness enveloped him.
Everything was silent, and the body was like a rootless duckweed, drifting with the waves, and there was no trace of consciousness since then.
…
"Wow, wow, wow..."
The clear water waves swayed the sand on the shore, and a waterweed was pushed toward the shore.
The weeping willows on the shore mirror the sky, and the thin leaves and buds are like crystal water drops, hanging on the willow trees, shining brightly under the clear water and blue sky.
There was a commotion in the distance, and when I looked around, I saw an orderly traveling team on the avenue.
The leader was a group of people wearing strange clothes and exaggerated masks. They were dancing around a priest in the center, walking and dancing, but their movements were surprisingly consistent.
After this group of people came the vocal team of gongs and drums, who were noisily beating, playing, playing and singing, and it was so joyful.
Then there are groups of young and strong men dressed in short shirts, four in a team, carrying open-top shrines. The shrines contain chickens, ducks, melons and fruits for sacrifices, and they are laid out in plates. It actually arouses people's appetite.
At the end of the procession, there were ordinary villagers such as children, women, and the elderly who followed the procession as if they came spontaneously.
The older villagers had pious faces and followed silently without saying a word. The children were running and jumping, enjoying themselves and being extremely excited. If it were not for the restraints of their elders, they would have rushed to the front of the team.
It turns out that this day is the annual Lake God Festival, which is the most important festival in this Bihai village that lives by the lake.
The team was so vast and endless that it seemed like the entire village was participating.
The whole team moved forward and finally arrived at the high sacrificial platform by the lake.
