The ancient world of mountains and rivers was close to the surface of the earth, filled with the atmosphere of vicissitudes of life.
A layer of light smoke and dust flowed on the earth like clouds, submerging his ankles.
Feeling that his feet were on solid ground, Qingyang Huan felt a little more stable in his heart.
Just a moment ago, he felt that his whole body sank.
His body seemed to have broken through an invisible barrier, and the airflow outside his body seemed to be stagnant.
To be precise, there were thousands of mysterious laws around his body.
However, these mysteries But there was an invisible barrier between him and his body.
A faint black light flickered in the palm of his hand, and a light flashed away in the depths of his pupils, then headed deeper into this desolate land.
The tomb of the God of Taichu had already appeared as early as ten thousand years ago.
Later, as time went by, the divine light and vision that erupted became more and more intense.
When the divine light manifested, the world appeared.
To say who cares most about the ancient gods among all the races in the world, it is naturally the Saint Clan and the Shentian Clan.
This is related to the two major ethnic groups, which are of the same strain, and what position they will occupy in the future era.
After all, the blood of the two sacred ethnic groups originated from the gods, and over the long years, they were reborn as gods.
However, it is impossible to cut off the bloodline entanglements within it, so it continues to become chaos.
In order to rectify the name of the ethnic group, the focus of the clan policies of the two sacred tribes has been on this for nearly 108 years.
Therefore, the two sacred races have always attached great importance to the God Burial Star Region.
With the opening of the Tomb of the God of Taichu, the two races have already made many arrangements.
However, for Qingyang Huan, with his small body, he is not qualified to participate in peak-level duels, but he can still compete among the geniuses of his generation.
Shen Luoxia had quietly sneaked into this huge cemetery of the gods not long after the Qi Luck Battle Platform outside the mountains and seas.
As the blood descendants of the gods, they are more suitable than most ethnic groups in the world.
The inheritance of the gods.
As one of the top geniuses in the world, his eyes naturally fell on the throne of God Taichu.
In the age of ancient gods, the Taichu God was one of several powerful gods.
His divine power lasted throughout the entire era, and he was far more majestic than the God Kings and God Emperors among the gods.
If it is inherited by the God of Absolute Beginning, then it will definitely have a place at the pinnacle of heaven and earth in the future, and even shine for a great era.
The same people in the heavens and all the tribes are eager to see such a majestic god.
They all want to get the inheritance of Taichu God.
Even if they get a trace of inheritance, they will definitely benefit from it for the rest of their lives.
Half a day later, Qingyang Huan stepped into a world of yellow sand.
Everything he could see was flowing golden gravel.
Each one was as big as a grain of rice, and the whole body was golden, like divine jade.
Above his head, a divine sun hung high, illuminating the yellow sand world with divine light.
The yellow sand in this world is flowing.
A hundred miles away from him, there is a flowing river of sand.
The yellow sand is flowing like water, and the grains are crystal clear and bright.
The sand river turned a big bend thousands of miles ahead of Qingyang Huan, blocking his way forward.
"Your Excellency, please come out."
Qing Yanghuan walked unhurriedly not far from Shahe River and said lightly.
He felt the strangeness in this world.
The myriad of wandering paths here were separated from his body.
His spiritual will was also suppressed and he was unable to explore deeper scenes.
Crash.
The gravel flowed, making a sound like a wave.
In the sand river flowing in front of him, grains of yellow sand were flying all over the sky.
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After the yellow sand was rolled up, the gravel began to reorganize and turned into a golden giant of gravel.
"Those who disturb the silence of gods will die." boom In an instant, the yellow sand giant waved his fist and faced Qingyang Huan to suppress it.
Rumble Almost at the same time, the blood energy in Qingyang Huan's body surged, like the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder falling, and the blood element world roaring all over his body.
At the same time, the fighting spirit in his spiritual world suddenly stood up from sitting cross-legged, surrounded by cyan light gates behind it, annihilating the ghosts and ghosts in the sky into nothingness.
In an instant, three majestic giant figures appeared together, blooming with wild momentum. roar The three kings roared, and the blood and energy in his body gathered together.
As he waved his fist, he faced the attack of the yellow sand giant. boom The fist filled with purple gold blood energy collided with the yellow sand giant.
There was a sudden roar, and the mountain-like giant was shaken away.
Three kingly forms surged out from his fist and crashed into the giant's body, completely destroying it. of suppression.
The grains of yellow sand that made up the giant lost their luster and turned into powder and scattered between the sky and the earth.
A black-yellow godhead was suspended in mid-air, surrounded by illusory divine flames, and was taken into Qingyang Huan's palm.
The strength of this yellow sand giant is not much different from that of ordinary Mingwang realm warriors in the mountains and seas of the outside world.
If placed in any ethnic group in the outside world, even a large ethnic group like the Human Saint Clan, it can be regarded as a mainstay. exist.
Looking at the Godhead exuding warmth in the palm and flowing with the aura of vicissitudes of life, it is also covered with fine cracks.
These cracks are so dense that they cannot be counted.
They are intertwined in vertical and horizontal directions and almost penetrate the entire Godhead.
It was obvious that this god had suffered indescribable damage during his lifetime.
One day later, Qingyang Huan stood in an ancient forest.
In front of him, a tree man more than five hundred feet tall collapsed to the ground, flowing with pale green juice.
Then the huge tree man began to crumble into nothingness, leaving behind an emerald green godhead full of cracks and the same vicissitudes of life.
In the distance behind him, the road ahead was obscured by endless mist.
The boundary between the yellow sand and the wild forest was clearly defined, as if they were two different worlds.
Five days later, he had obtained five godheads in his hands, which happened to be the godheads forged by the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth.
At this moment, Qingyang Huan's eyes flashed with solemnity.
This was definitely not an accident.
Maybe someone was planning something.
According to the information Mo Yuan told him, this should be the Five Elements Absolute Domain in the Taichu Divine Realm, just the outermost periphery of the entire Taichu Divine Realm.
He was waiting for him in the deeper place of the Sky Coffin.
Shen Luoxia had entered the deeper part of the divine realm through the Five Elements Absolute Realm much earlier.
Mo Yuan discovered his traces in the land of the sky coffin, so he asked his servants to send him a message.
"Hey, there is actually someone who is not afraid of death and dares to break into the Five Elements Realm by himself."
"Maybe the ancient gods and men in the Five Elements Absolute Realm are sleeping, allowing him to pass by luck."
When Qing Yanghuan stepped out of a vast mountain forest, a voice came out immediately, and then two figures with crimson flames all over their bodies appeared in the forest.
Firecrow tribe.
The mixed-blood vassals of the Great Sun and the Golden Crow.
The two warriors of the Fire Crow Tribe had surging heat flowing through their bodies, like two rounds of red red sun.
Each was wearing red armor and held a flaming sword in his hand.
Just staring at Qingyang Huan, a touch of pride flowed between his eyebrows.
Qing Yanghuan clearly saw that there was still a faint trace of blood on the flame war weapon of one of them, which turned dark red under the burning of the fire.
However, there was too much blood attached to it, and it was vaguely mixed with blood belonging to the human race.
Blood.
Apparently this war weapon has killed human warriors.
"Human race, the place where gods live, is not the place you should come to.
I will hand over my destiny and send you back."
One of the young warriors from the Fire Crow Tribe stared at Qingyang Huan with cruelty in his eyes and spoke.
Buzz The next moment, before his voice could completely fall, the war gun in his hand was already slashed down, and the blood was boiling, as if it had triggered the furnace of heaven and earth to pour back.
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There is no mystery in this attack, only the purest blood.
As the bloodline descendants of the Golden Crow Tribe, the Fire Crow Tribe has inherited part of the Golden Crow Tribe’s bloodline majesty.
Qingyang Huan squinted his eyes and looked at the incoming Fire Crow Clan warriors, with a slight emotion in his pupils.
The two Fire Crow Clan warriors in front of him had more bloodline power than those he had killed more than a hundred years ago.
The blood of the Holy Clan of the Golden Crow Clan is purer and thicker.
Is this world crazy?
As a purebred Jinwu, he is not as good as a hybrid.
This makes Jinwu live.
Moreover, the warrior strength of these two Fire Crows is extremely close to the powerful combat power.
Among their peers in the Golden Crow tribe, they are comparable to the Holy Sons.
This is too unreasonable.
Is it the decline of the Golden Crow Clan, or the rise of the Fire Crow Clan?
clang The next moment, a spark burst out, and the falling flame war gun seemed to have smashed into the mezzanine of the world.
The young man from the Fire Crow Tribe, who was waving the war gun, was frozen in place with his eyes fixed on the front.
Qingyang Huan just stretched out two fingers and caught his fallen Zhan Ge.
In an instant, his pupils shrank suddenly, and a crisis directly poured over the spiritual world.
He saw a crack on the huge Zhan Ge burst open, and then spread towards the entire Zhan Ge. boom The Zhan Ge exploded, completely blowing up the entire arm of the Firecrow youth.
His eyes flashed with horror and disbelief.
"Let's do it together" Immediately afterwards, he roared, and the blood surged all over his body.
The blood rolled in the broken arm.
In just a few breaths, a new arm grew out, but compared to the original dark red body, the new arm grew.
His arms looked a little childish.
This time, the two warriors from the Fire Crow Clan took action together, and they also saw that Qingyang Huan did not seem to be that easy to deal with.
"kill" The Fire Crow Warrior who was fighting outside earlier had his war weapon chopped off by him in the air, and then turned into a hundred-foot-sized weapon in the sky, like a guillotine falling towards Qingyang Huan's head.
The flames in the void were strong, and the thunder exploded, almost stirring the fluctuations in the surrounding void. clang However, a dazzling purple-gold divine light exploded, and the Firecrow warrior who had just rushed forward exploded directly in mid-air, turning into a rain of blood and falling down.
When all the dust settled, the remaining warrior from the Firecrow Clan who had broken his arm knelt at Qingyang Huan's feet, with fear in his eyes.
His arm shattered again, and a large amount of blood flowed down.
He knelt down directly in a pool of blood. .
"Your Holy Son, the Holy Son, will not let you go."
The teeth in his mouth chattered, and he looked at Qingyang Huan in horror.
There was a trace of unwillingness in his heart that he had not become a real Golden Crow.
The Holy Son asked the two of them to stay here to intercept the warriors of all races who entered the divine domain.
Even the warriors with great combat power, the two of them could work together to fight.
They did not expect to encounter such a powerful human race.
Qingyang Huan did not look at the figure kneeling at his feet, but looked at the place where the body of another Fire Crow warrior exploded in the void.
The illusory flames and divine power were intertwined and connected, like an ethereal giant, with a burning divinity.
Now he finally understood why the Fire Crow clan, but a hybrid branch of the Golden Crow, actually had a purer bloodline than the pure Golden Crow.
These two people actually swallowed the real blood of the gods, or the godhead.
Instead of refining the godhead, he ate the godhead.
"Tell me what your Son is doing."
Qing Yanghuan's eyes fell on the figure at his feet, and two rays of divine electricity shot out from his eyes, which directly penetrated the fire crow warrior's pupils and entered his spiritual world.
"human race" However, at that moment, in the inner world of the Fire Crow Warrior, a figure clad in gold and with a pair of divine wings on his back stood in the center.
He turned around suddenly and saw Qingyang Huan's fighting spirit.
"The Holy Son of the Golden Crow" Qingyang Huan said with some uncertainty, since in the spiritual world of the Fire Crow Clan, they naturally belong to the state of fighting spirit, a spiritual mark.
Although the aura of the figure in front of him was restrained, the aura of vicissitudes of life, dignity and majesty could not be concealed, as if it had been silent for a long time, addicted to it for a long time, and was unfathomable.
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"You have killed two of my servants, your life is mine."
The golden shadow was annihilated inch by inch, and the spiritual world belonging to the warriors of the Fire Crow Tribe completely collapsed.
Qingyang Huan turned around, and the figure under his feet collapsed to the ground, losing his life.
Another reincarnation war king Subaru Taijun, the leader of the nine great saints of the Golden Crow tribe.
Compared to the Great Holy Son, the Sixth Holy Son and the Second Holy Son he met back then were just like rubbish.
"Mo Yuan is really dishonest and actually hid something."
It is no secret in the heavens that the Golden Crow clan has fallen to the two sacred clans.
A Samsara War King, if the emperor does not come out, can rival the powerful King of Fate, which is definitely a huge variable.
More importantly, the Samsara War King is not comparable to the Ming King realm warriors.
The Samsara War King can be the Ming King, but the Ming King is not necessarily the Samsara War King.
However, in Mo Yuan's message, there was no mention of the arrival of the Great Holy Son of the Golden Crow Tribe.
Of the nine Holy Sons of the Golden Crow, the last eight are simply in vain.
The combat power of the two Fire Crow servants under Subaru Taijun is comparable to that of the original Second Holy Son Subaru Xingchen.
They also want to compete for the position of Lord Pleiades.
It's just ridiculous.
But Qingyang Huan couldn't laugh at the moment.
There was a big problem with Mo Yuan's message.
Therefore, when Qingyang Huan killed the warrior of the Fire Crow Clan, he did not move forward, but sat cross-legged next to him.
A godhead appeared in his hand and began to devour and refine it.
No rush.
Three days later, the magic flame appeared not far away from him.
A three-headed magic eagle emerged from the black smoke, and then the original phantom of the devil appeared.
"Human race, you seem to be disobeying your previous agreement."
Qingyang Huan finally opened his eyes after several breaths had passed before the demon's original phantom suddenly appeared in front of him.
"I have suffered some trauma and am recovering, so why should I break the contract?"
"Human race, I'm waiting for you in the land of the sky coffin.
I have discovered traces of Shen Luoxia.
He is opening a divine coffin.
When he opens the divine coffin, it will be the moment when his defense is at his weakest."
As the words fell, the demonic flame burned into ashes and turned into a ball of demonic smoke.
Qingyang Huan waved his hand to disperse the noisy magic smoke.
He stood up in a hurry and headed deeper into the divine realm.
It was really hard to tell whose burial place was the place of the sky coffin
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