Clang The holy swords of the saints clanged, and the holy son of Jixia felt his whole body go numb.
The aura contained in the heavenly laws swept through his limbs and bones almost instantly, surging like a big river.
Qingyang Huan's punch was so powerful that it impacted the battle body and shocked his mind.
The cold killing blows flowed in the Hunyuan, tearing apart his spiritual world and making his mind sway.
If he hadn't held the Holy Sword of the Masters in his hand, he would have been completely defeated by this punch.
"The disciples preach the truth, and the fire will never be extinguished."
Immediately afterwards, Han Tian roared, and the ancient figures standing behind him also roared.
"I have never forgotten the sky stained red with blood."
"I would like to turn into firewood and light the way forward for mankind."
The ancient sacrificial music sounded again, and the ancestors fought through thorns and held torches, lighting up the path forward for the human race in the dark blood era.
In the hazy time and space, the vicissitudes of their faces embody perseverance, and their tall and straight bodies are like pillars of heaven that will never fall, supporting the world of the human race.
Rumble At this moment, Han Tian held the holy sword in his hand and thrust out a dazzling holy light.
There is no brilliant move in this attack, just like the ancestors in the wild jungle, chopping the thorns growing on the road ahead and cutting out a path.
However, Qingyang Huan saw from this sword light that the ancient sages were overcoming thorns and thorns to find their way out.
In the wild mountains and rivers, the human race was born, surrounded by almost all powerful enemies in the sky, and natural and man-made disasters continued.
In order to survive, some great perseverance and great sages in the human race began to spread their survival skills to all directions.
The scene of the primitive era of the human race manifested in the void also made the warriors from all directions feel swaying in their hearts, and their eyes were filled with confusion, as if they had returned to the ancient time and space.
The holy light of preaching was as crystal clear as raindrops.
Qingyang Huan faced the holy sword and stepped away again.
He made fist seals with both hands and activated the Chaos Talisman.
Almost all the blood in his body was boiling.
For a moment, all the surrounding heavens and myriads of realms seemed to be burned into molten lava, and they condensed together.
The Hunyuan was unified and moved with him.
At this moment, all the mysteries were in his palm, like a wandering elf, directing like an arm, bursting out the murderous intention in his soul.
Then, a small black-yellow world appeared behind him, suppressing the shaking world. kill The Holy Son of Jixia roared angrily.
He inherited the glory of hundreds of schools of thought from ancient times, gathered the power of hundreds of schools into one, and pushed his momentum to its peak.
The momentum of the Holy Swords in his hand increased again.
The momentum climbed almost endlessly, splitting the heaven and earth, causing the heaven and earth to collapse, and submerged Qingyang Huan's figure.
Buzz The Qi of Hunyuan unified flows in the fist, and the ten thousand ways floating outside the world surround it, like brilliant flames.
As Qing Yanghuan's fist melts the collapsing void, a vacuum opens in front of him.
Following this punch, an ancient figure began to appear behind Qingyang Huan.
This figure stands in the sky, like a torch, emitting dazzling light and dispelling the darkness of heaven and earth.
The simple and rough animal skin is split on the shoulders, the spine is as straight as a pillar of heaven, the shoulders are as broad as mountains, like a divine beam standing between heaven and earth, and the sun, moon and stars seem to be the embellishments around him.
What Seeing the figure emerging from behind Qingyang Huan, the warriors from all over the world all had expressions in their eyes as if they had seen a ghost. how is this possible Especially the heirs of hundreds of families standing in the arrow tower of the war fortress, their eyes looked more like they had seen something terrifying.
The figure behind Qingyang Huan was too familiar to them.
Moreover, the picture of the Hundred Saints behind Holy Son Jixia is exactly the same as the one at the front.
The majestic sound surrounded the heaven and earth, almost filling the sky on Qingyanghuan's side.
The torch in his hand illuminated the night sky, dispelling the coldness in the cold night, and illuminating the way forward in the past, present and future.
Suirenshi The sage of the human race who once obtained fire for the human race and dispelled the fear of the night After just observing for a moment, he copied the divine shadow imprint of the human race's sage.
This was really too terrifying.
Not only that, the Suiren clan's divine shadow walking out from behind Qingyang Huan suddenly blocked the gathering of hundreds of saints behind Han Tian.
The power of one person actually suppressed the momentum of a supreme cave inheritance.
This seems like a dream no matter how you look at it.
Even in Jixia Cave Heaven, in the long inheritance, no disciple can imprint the traces of the ancestors in such a short period of time.
This is the oldest sage mark of the human race.
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Although Jixia Cave Heaven is known as the Hundred Schools of Scholars, if you really want to talk about it, most of the marks of the first generation of sages who guarded and protected the human race in ancient times have disappeared between heaven and earth.
Most of the imprints of the disciples that remain in Dongtian today were left behind by the ancestors of the Middle Ages when Dongtian was established in the Middle Ages.
The imprints left by the ancestors who inherited Jixia in medieval times are inextricably linked to the innate and ancient times.
There is an irreparable gap between the first generation ancestors who laid the foundation for the human race, one in the sky and the other in the earth.
Even the theory of various schools of thought did not exist before ancient times.
Instead, during the Middle Ages, human warriors reintegrated various martial arts inheritances spread across the human continent into a comprehensive treatise.
In the era when the human race was first born, the small group of human ancestors who spread the fire of the human race were revered as the ancestors and the supreme human emperor.
The Suiren family who obtained fire for the human race and illuminated the way forward, the Shennong family who identified poisons for the human race, and the Nuwa family who filled the gaps in the sky for the human race According to legend, during those dark years, the human race had no chronology at all.
There was no daylight, and they lived a life of today and no tomorrow.
These ancestors passed down martial arts to the human race, taught human warriors various methods, and gave them the power to resist foreign enemies and resist natural and man-made disasters.
Each of these people can be respected as a great sage and a sage.
All the saints This honor does not come from combat prowess.
The reason why it gradually evolved into hundreds of schools of thought is because the warriors of later generations can no longer achieve the great achievements of their ancestors, so why should they consider themselves saints?
The beginning of the martial arts of the human race passed down by the ancestors, and the descendants can carry forward and inherit it.
Naturally, they cannot compare with their ancestors and can only settle for the second best.
Even just a thin shadow of the sage's figure originating from the beginning of antiquity caused warriors from all over the world to feel their blood tremble.
With one punch, Hunyuan was as one, just like the beginning of ten thousand paths.
For a moment, Qingyang Huan burst out with a majestic energy that swallowed mountains and rivers. not good Han Tian's heart palpitated violently when he saw Qingyang Huan's divine figure floating out from behind his quilt, which was even more majestic than the one behind him. boom At this moment, terrifying power flooded all directions, the holy sword buzzed, completely shattered, and turned into little rain of light.
The Suiren clan's divine shadow pressed in the sky, and Han Tian felt that the saints behind him were melting away, and the grace belonging to the ancestors' sect was leaving him.
Click The holy sword shattered, and Qingyang Huan's fist wrapped the general force and stamped it on his chest.
The Hunyuan aura in the heavens' Taoism directly stirred his whole body. puff There was a muffled groan, and Han Tian's arm that was holding the holy sword drooped, the tiger's mouth cracked, and blood gurgled.
Qing Yanghuan's power completely dispersed all the blood and energy in his body in an instant, his muscles and bones spasmed, and his body flew backwards.
The hazy figures of the sages suspended behind him completely disappeared between heaven and earth due to his impact, like a dream shattered. boom Facing the direction of Han Tian's violent retreat, Qingyang Huan moved forward again, with power imprinted on him.
The terrifying power penetrated his chest and penetrated the void thousands of miles behind
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