Lu Fengqi angrily attacked the sky, smashed the barrier of Amano, causing demons and ghosts to descend, and the three kingdoms compete for power. From then on, the world was in chaos.

This is the previous line of the prophecy poem, and gods and monsters are playing the world.

As the leaning towers in the five directions were shaking, the five elements essence that had been suppressed for tens of millions of years gushed out. Gold, wood, water, fire and earth are the most basic elements that constitute all things in the world and the most original force. Once settled, the emperor returns...

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Peach blossoms are in Taoyuan Village, and people are not returning when the flowers are blooming.

It is still the Taoyuan Village, which is beautiful but slightly depressed. At noon, the elders and deacons sat around and chatted and laughed.

Suddenly, a young man ran in from outside the door, sweating profusely, panicked, and tripped by the threshold without knowing it.

"Born, born!"

The young man shouted in surprise, completely ignoring everyone's strange gaze.

The old man on the main seat had his eyelids twitched, but he pretended to be calm and stroked his beard and said, "Who gave birth to a man or a woman?"

"It's a man! I have someone to succeed in the First Family."

The young man couldn't help but say anxiously.

Hearing this, the old patriarch who was in charge of Taoyuan clenched his fists. At this moment, he could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart.

Although there are many people in the First Clan, few people inherit pure bloodlines. With the marriages of generations in Taoyuan Village, there are only a few who still retain the purest bloodlines of the First Clan today, except for the clan leader. This line has always been intermarriages of our family. Although it is suspected of being incest, it is the most effective way to ensure bloodlines. Also, because of intermarriages of our family, the offspring is either a genius or a fool, and more people who fail to grow up and die at a young age. Therefore, every increase of one child is particularly important for the First Clan.

"besides......"

The young man was so excited that he even trembled with his voice.

"His eyes are white!"

After the words came to an end, not only the old patriarch, but also the elders and deacons of the other families could not sit still. They whispered and burst into an uproar. In their eyes, there was only envy.

The First Clan claims to be the descendant of the White Emperor, and the blood of the Heavenly Emperor is circulating in its body. However, there are very few people born with the White Eyes from the Heavenly Emperor. Once they appear, they are all amazing people. For example, the First Wang Bin more than a hundred years ago and the First Wang Feng in recent years, these two are children of the King’s tribe, and they are not the legitimate descendants of the First Clan. It is ridiculous to say that although the First Clan imperial tribe has been the leader of the Taoyuan Village for many years, they are also the so-called legitimate descendants of the main family, and their bloodlines are pure, but they have never appeared in the past thousand years. There have been some small words among the tribes.

Not only did I add another one today, but I was born with white eyes, which is of great significance to the First Imperial Tribe.

Amid the congratulations of the elders, the old patriarch stood up, smiled apologetically, and walked out of the hall with the young man.

As soon as he left the hall, the old patriarch picked up his great-grandson and pinched the seal with his left hand, but disappeared in a blink of an eye.

When he appeared again, the old patriarch had already arrived on another hovering mountain and flashed again. The old patriarch appeared outside a house.

The first clan members had already gathered outside the house. Seeing the old clan leader coming, they all bowed to worship.

The old patriarch was anxious and could not care about them. He was about to enter the house, but his body suddenly froze and a strange look appeared on his face: "Why didn't he cry?"

Everyone looked at each other and didn't know how to answer. The young man held back his excitement and whispered: "Great Grandpa...he has never cried since he was born."

"Is there such a thing?"

The old patriarch walked forward with doubts and pushed open the wooden door. He saw that the young beautiful woman on the bed was sleeping exhausted. The baby was poking his head out of the cradle and looked at his biological mother curiously.

When the old patriarch walked in, the newborn baby turned his head and stared at the old patriarch.

"It's true that I'm born with white eyes."

The old patriarch murmured, and two flushed waves surged along his cheeks.

In the blink of an eye, the old patriarch was stunned.

The babies he had seen were crying loudly when they were born, so as to release the first breath after the umbilical cord was cut short. But the baby in front of him not only did not cry, but also looked at him with an extremely strange look, smiling, playful, teasing, and a hint of inexplicable emotion, as if grateful.

Subconsciously, the old patriarch waved his hand and slapped back and covered the door.

At this time, noon passed and the sun tilted westward.

The baby boy seemed to notice something, retracted his gaze to the old patriarch, and tilted his head to look at the sky.

"Crack..."

The baby boy made the first sound since he came to the world, and he was laughing, and he was extremely refreshing.

The old patriarch felt a cold wind blowing into his spine and his heart felt cold.

He has been to many places and seen many strange things. He never expected that the strangest thing he had ever seen in his life would happen in his own village.

After a smile, the baby boy struggled to climb out of the cradle and walked towards the edge of the bed with a sway.

"careful!"

After all, he was his own children and grandchildren. The old patriarch was reluctant to let him fall and hurried forward to catch the baby boy.

But the baby boy stretched out his pink little hand and shook it at him, signaling him not to go over.

If someone else had called out the monster, the old patriarch had a lot of knowledge after all. Although he felt strange, he could still calm his mind and silently watch the baby boy's every move.

One finger is pointed at the sky and the other finger is the ground. The baby boy walks around the edge of the couch, and only after five steps are there.

"I am the only one in heaven and earth!"

The tender voice sounded from the boy's mouth and fell into the old patriarch's ears, as if a bell exploded, which made the old patriarch's heart terrified and stunned.

Now, he can't keep calm.

The old eyes were filled with tears, and the old man was trembling and could not control himself for a long time.

After a while, the old patriarch finally woke up a little. When he looked again, he saw that the baby boy was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, pinching the most authentic first imperial seal with his hands, opening his mouth to suck, and there was a faint radiance of five colors of light in his nose, which was gold, wood, water, fire, and earth...

......

"I understand, I understand!"

After a brief period of loss of consciousness, the old man in the red robe, namely Jiuchenjun, danced like crazy, and his face was full of crazy.

"The Five Elements Dead Emperor Returns... So that's it."

He murmured to himself, a hint of excitement rose in Jiuchenjun's eyes. During his century of imprisonment in the Wu Temple, he was obsessed with the four prophecies, and he could only think about it all day long. Although he used the power of the first prophecies to lay out the layout, he still had a half-knowledge of the prophecies' ending.

Until today, the Leaning Tower that suppressed the Five Elements was shaking, and Jiuchenjun finally realized it.

He pointed at the First Wang Feng, and a word popped out from Jiuchenjun's mouth: "Gold."

Also referring to An Bochen: "wood."

Referring to Huo Chuanyun: "Water."

Finally, Jiuchenjun pointed to the hills to the north.

"Fire, earth."

His eyes swept through Anbochen one by one, Wang Feng and Huo Chuanyun, Jiuchenjun lowered his voice and said strangely: "You and the five people, who are in the fate of the five elements, have fallen and rolled in the world, and now they gather in the southern wilderness. In this way, it is precisely the so-called five elements that have settled, but it triggered the heavenly and earth energy buried countless years ago, causing the leaning tower guarding the five elements to collapse, releasing the purest five elements elements in the world, and becoming the sacrifice for the man when he returned. The gods and monsters are playing the world, and the five elements are settled and the emperor returns... Sure enough, it is difficult to disobey the destiny of heaven, and it is difficult to disobey the destiny of heaven!"

Huo Chuanyun and the first Wang Feng looked strange. The Southern Emperor, Zilongnu and others only thought Jiuchenjun were crazy. The only one who could understand Jiuchenjun's words was An Bochen.

He also knew four lines of prophecy, and also saw Baidi, who created the nine-character mantra. He also knew that Baidi had been reincarnated countless years ago. After being prompted by Jiuchen, An Bochen could not guess the cause and effect.

The first prophecy derived by the god named Liu'er is only about Baidi.

Among them are the figures of An Bochen, Huo Chuanyun, Zhang Bushi and others, but they are all small chess pieces, which were used by the Emperor of Heaven millions of years ago to support the energy of heaven and earth. They were extremely insignificant.

The first Wang Feng majored in the secret technique of gold, with a stubborn personality, and was indomitable and indomitable as the gold of the five elements.

After Huo Chuanyun was beheaded by the lay Buddhists of Mount Tai, he reshaped the Huo family's sword skills. Both the Taoist skills and the personality are both soft and hard, as soft as water and as hard as ice.

Although Wuhua is handsome, he is violent and in line with the fire of the five elements.

Not to mention Zhang Bushi, he looked very deep at first glance, as thick as mountains, earth and rocks.

As for An Bochen... the little servant who was next to the young master back then was famous for Mu Lang.

Jiuchenjun's crazy laughter echoed in his ears, his voice full of mockery and ridicule. I don't know if he was mocking An Bochen or mocking himself.

At the foot of the mountain, a large army fought in a melee, and the people cried.

On the hills farther away, Wusan generals of Guan and Zhang fought against the King of Mobei.

Countless strange sounds came from all directions and poured into Amberchen's ears, making him dizzy and his head was in a mess.

On that year's Liujing night, he rode his horse and whipped it and resolutely turned back to Liujing City. Everything seemed to be destined to not continue to be unknown. As expected, with Sima Jin's appearance, An Bochen fought against fate again and again, and he finally made his mark and became a famous figure in the world. But when he was about to take action again and regain his fate, he suddenly discovered the extremely cruel truth.

The truth is that he never really grasped his destiny from beginning to end. Just like the puppet show that whets people's appetite, the characters in the play are vivid and vivid, but they are also led by transparent thin lines. The stage seems to be beautiful, but they can only live in the arranged play. Success, defeat, bandits, life or death, have a certain number of certainty.

Fight?

Ha, no matter how much you fight, you can't fight against the will of heaven, and you can't fight against the immortals and gods who deduce and play with the torrent of history.

The afternoon sun filled the boy's pale face, his eyes were empty, and a self-deprecating smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, just like Jiuchenjun not far away.

No matter whether they are enemies or friends, they are people who have fought hard for their own destiny.

Jiuchenjun made a quick arrangement and played An Bochen in his chess game, but he didn't know that an invisible hand was always hanging high above his head, gently tugging the silk thread, fiddling like a play doll. People and immortals fight, and they are bound to dream of yellow beams, which is sad and ridiculous.

Faith is shattered once.

Holding Wuxie's hand gradually loosened, An Bochen felt that his body was instantly drained, and he had no strength left, and his mind was blank.

Until the sun turns into haze.

Yu Guangzhong, Amber Chen saw a scene that frightened him.

The crumbling giant tower finally couldn't stop its decline and fell to the side. The direction of its collapse was impartial, which was the place where the witch envoys were stationed.
To be continued...