Ling Tian and Zhou Ehuang stood in front of Wandao Tower.
"What, it takes thirty years to get out of hell?"
"It's been too long. I'm afraid that the Great Han Immortal Dynasty will change. Under the heaven outside, I, Ling Tian, have fallen. The Dark Demon Clan and the Celestial Clan will definitely react."
Ling Tian suddenly frowned, because Emperor Zhou E told him that if he wanted to get out of the underworld, it would take ten times as long as he did today.
It will take thirty years to get out!
"There is no way. Since ancient times, Huangquan has been easy to get in but difficult to get out. You have to have a Taoyuan, otherwise, it may take longer."
Emperor Zhou E shrugged and said that he had nothing to do.
"However, this time is enough for you to reshape your body. After all, absorbing the blood of the candle dragon is not easy."
"I'm going to retreat."
After that, Emperor Zhou E disappeared in front of Wandao Pagoda.
Three months later, Qin Mingyue and others left Huangquan.
Nightmare God and Donghuang Bell stayed in Huangquan, where their world would be.
Although lonely, the Nightmare God has no regrets.
Emperor Zhou E also returned to Taoyuan.
Because her aura is different, the skills and magical aura brought from the West cannot yet appear in this piece of heaven.
Slowly on Huangquan Road, Taoyuan was flying rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, fifteen years have passed.
And for fifteen years, Ling Tian's soul has been refining his body in the Wandao Tower using the Nine Transformations of the True Dragon and the blood of the Zhulong.
Fifteen years in the outside world, inside Ten Thousand Dao Pagoda, is two thousand and one hundred years.
Over two thousand years, Ling Tian has used the essence and blood of Zhulong to reshape his body.
However, after the three souls and seven souls merged into the physical body, the combination was not yet tight.
For this, it will take a long time to get used to it.
Being able to be reborn this time, Ling Tian was filled with fear.
If he really died, he couldn't imagine how painful Qin Mingyue and others would be.
After truly experiencing death, Ling Tian became more respectful of life and more eager to improve his combat power.
He is always dissatisfied with his own weakness.
He hasn't reached his limit yet.
He still wants to continue to become stronger.
He wants to become Emperor Wu, and he wants to fight against the law of heaven.
In the Wandao Tower, Ling Tian sat cross-legged in front of the candle dragon's fire.
He placed his hands in front of the Qi sea in his Dantian. Within the Qi sea, the foundation of the Tao rose and fell.
In fact, the expressions in Dao Ji's eyes seen by Ling Tian and others were different.
What others saw was seven colors, but what Ling Tian saw was nine colors.
Ling Tian didn't know why, but at least, Ling Tian understood that this foundation was unusual.
He raised his hand, and in his palm was the warm jade pendant,
The two little figures leaning on each other are lifelike.
"Nanny..."
Ling Tian rubbed the jade pendant and couldn't help but murmur.
When his soul was in a coma, he woke up only after hearing the call.
His voice will always be engraved in Ling Tian's soul.
Moreover, Ling Tian now has such a short but unforgettable memory in his memory.
In the ice and snow, his thin body carried his sister from house to house asking for food.
But no one gave alms, no one showed mercy.
Cold and hunger swept through two young brothers and sisters who depended on each other for life.
Finally, the thin boy cut his wrist with a sharp ice knife and fed his young sister with blood.
It wasn't until he was dying that he saw an immortal descending from the sky, taking away his sister whose mouth was full of blood, and then he closed his eyes with joy and merged with the ice and snow.
Yes, the boy who died was Jun Tian's brother.
He is not a powerful god, just an ordinary poor person.
But this memory was deeply engraved in Juntian's memory.
She spent her whole life looking for her brother.
Even if it costs everything.
And he was the reincarnation of the little boy who froze to death and starved to death. Although Ling Tian had never truly experienced that tragedy, every time he touched that memory, Ling Tian's heart felt like needle pricks.
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Tears couldn't stop falling from my cheeks.
He clenched his palms tightly and held the jade pendant firmly in his hands. He could now feel the same feelings as the little boy.
He can retreat back to the helplessness and unwillingness of a little boy.
In this life, it won't happen anymore.
Feeling the warmth on the jade pendant, Ling Tian carefully placed this only precious thing close to his body.
Ling Tian took a deep breath, and thousands of divine lights bloomed from his body.
The breath of heaven is connected with the world of Taoyuan.
The heaven and earth are manifested outside the holy light, and the sun, moon and stars are manifested.
Each of these ten thousand rays of light is a law.
Ling Tian once understood the law of ten thousand ways in the Chonglou, and then became a quasi-emperor.
In this world, I am afraid that Ling Tian is the only one who can do this.
It is precisely because of this that Ling Tian can completely activate the origin of heaven and earth, thus integrating perfectly with the world of Taoyuan.
Zhou Ehuang was right, Ling Tian was now considered the Lord of Heaven in this world.
Perhaps, the world in Taoyuan is not very powerful yet, and the creatures in it are not even as good as the previous lower world.
But here, Ling Tian can perfectly integrate all the heavens and ten thousand ways to contribute to this world.
It's like building your own home.
Every time Ling Tian integrates the power of a law into this world, this peach garden becomes stronger.
Ling Tian always believed that one day, he would be able to embed all the heavens and myriad ways into the Taoyuan world.
He will reach Taoyuan and become as powerful as all the heavens and thousands of realms.
The fire of the Candle Dragon burns brightly.
Ling Tian enveloped the heavens with all the light and swallowed up the flames of the candle dragon in one gulp.
It's time for him to refine the candle dragon's fire.
Although, time is very tight.
Fifteen years later.
The Immortal Dynasty of the Han Dynasty.
The capital is Luoyang.
Ling Xiao'er was dressed in purple gold armor and was suspended outside the palace.
Outside Luoyang City, the Wandao Pagoda above the Kunlun Ruins has dim light and shadow, and the light reaching into the sky has disappeared thirty years ago.
After the great change thirty years ago, all the geniuses of the Taiji Academy could still obtain inheritance from the Ten Thousand Dao Tower, but they were unable to gain the blessing of the dark divine light, slowing down their comprehension speed and improving their realm.
slow.
But even so, the geniuses of Tai Chi Academy did not relax for a moment.
Because, in these thirty years, strong men have fallen on the border every day.
After thousands of years, the human race still has not been able to escape another catastrophe.
After the great changes thirty years ago, the Dark Demon Clan launched an attack on the Han Immortal Dynasty.
The first one to bear the brunt was the Thirty-six Passes that Ling Tian returned with a letter of challenge.
Almost without any resistance, it was breached by the Dark Demon Clan.
Fortunately, Ling Xiaoer immediately sent all the elites of the Great Han Immortal Dynasty to Yutian Pass, which was close to the Dark Demon Clan, and was able to block the Dark Demon Clan's attack.
The Jiuding Yutian Formation is still extremely tough.