With the strong wind blowing, Qi Heng stood alone on the top of the peak, looking at the scenery below, with a somewhat confused look in his eyes.
No matter how open-minded a person is on weekdays, when it comes to facing death, there will always be some reluctance in his heart.
"After all, it's time."
"No matter how much you pretend to be calm and indifferent, you can deceive everyone, but you can't deceive your own heart..."
In fact, his body has reached a certain limit at this moment, and there is a possibility of enlightenment at any time.
With his strength, even if he is seriously injured, he can suppress it if he wants to, so that he will not die immediately.
And at this moment, the reason why this happened was because he let go of his suppression and allowed the Dao transformation to begin.
The rules of the great road are burning, and even the way of heaven has undergone some changes. Under the mysterious power, everything returns to its origin and chaos returns.
After Daoguang passed, blood rained down, swaying across the starry sky, and three thousand avenues collided, shocking the world...
"The turmoil on the great road is a sign of the death of Daluo Jinxian. However, the palace owner has the best magical power in the world and dominates the world. How could it be possible...how could it be..."
The immortals in Yin Yang Palace couldn't help but panic when they encountered this sudden change.
Daluo Jinxian is one with the way of heaven, and is an existence that has imprinted itself into the ten thousand ways of heaven and earth.
Whenever Daluo Jinxian is on the verge of death, he will no longer be at his peak, and will no longer be able to suppress the three thousand avenues of heaven and earth, so the avenues will be turbulent and blood will flow from the sky.
Nowadays, the way of heaven has changed, which has to make many immortals at the peak of Golden Immortal think of this.
"That god-like peerless man was at his peak in the Spring and Autumn Period. He should be able to suppress all the ways of heaven and earth. Why is this so..."
The way of immortality is to seize, to take, to kill, to plunder, and to fight...Strive for strength and ruthlessness, plunder luck, seize spiritual energy, and have countless corpses... Only then can you strengthen yourself and absorb the world step by step.
Only with the nutrients can we reach the end...
However, reaching the extreme depths, it becomes the complete opposite... it is about returning, it is about giving back, it is about rebelling, it is about sacrificing one's life...
Like a kun in the ocean, it will eventually perish.
Qi Heng, shrouded in Daoguang, sighed, and finally looked at the disciples and grandsons under the mountain peak.
After a slight silence, he finally stretched out his arm gently.
There was an indescribable strange color in his eyes. It was a kind of helplessness, a kind of self-mockery, and even a kind of sadness, an apology, and a kind of bitterness. But in the end, these expressions disappeared and became the only color.
That is firmness, extremely firm!
His voice truly resounded throughout the nine heavens and the earth at this moment.
"I'm back, my soul is mourning, I have nothing to support in my life."
"The body is burned, what's the use of the soul, the soul has nine points of yang oil..."
"Today or later, I have no support and nothing to ask for, I have nine oils in my soul."
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"The blood has dried up and the tears have dried..."
"Your soul has never faded. My life will return to the nine heavens..."
As a heavy sound fell to the ground, huge changes occurred in the surroundings.
It was originally the Yin Yang Immortal Palace of the treasured spiritual palace. After Qi Heng's transformation, it has become the location of the dragon veins in the entire continent.
The news of Qi Heng's death soon spread throughout the world.
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When this news first came out, it was like a huge wave. After sweeping through the entire immortal world, it set off a huge wave that shook the sky within the immortal world, almost triggering a hurricane in the entire immortal world.
The death of a character who marked an entire era will mark the beginning of another era...
Countless careerists began to take action, and the world began to become chaotic again.
The eighth trial, also the eighth reincarnation, also began at the same time.
The strange thing is that in this eighth reincarnation, Wu Tao's reincarnation has just begun. Not only does he have all his previous memories, but his soul has also returned to the state of the late foundation building period.
This is how it started.
In a small room, a little boy wearing a short-sleeved fur coat, who looked about twelve or thirteen years old, was sitting on a wooden bed, coughing continuously.
It dies before winter and becomes old before it gets old.
A young boy of 12 or 13 years old, who had not experienced any hardships, turned his hair gray overnight.
Progeria, no clue.
In this life, the place where Wu Tao was born was called Wujia Village. There were dozens of households and thousands of people in the village, all of whom were descended from one generation and related by blood.
Wujiacun belongs to a barbaric tribe. This tribe is very backward and is a theocratic society with "shamans and prophets" as its chief ministers.
In addition, there are many tribes further away, such as Liu tribe, Xu tribe, etc., Zhang tribe, Zhou Xing tribe, Li Xing tribe, etc...
They are all barbaric tribes.
What makes Wu Tao strange is that the average height of the people living here is very high, more than two meters, and they are extremely strong. With a little training, it is common for them to lift three to four hundred kilograms, which is different from what Wu Tao knows.
Mortals are very different.
You should know that as a monk with both legal and physical cultivation, Wu Tao's own strength broke through the limit of 10,000 kilograms only after he advanced to the foundation building stage.
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As for the reason why Wu Tao aged prematurely, was extremely weak, and suffered from all kinds of diseases, it is also very interesting.
Wu Tao's father was a hunter, and he usually hunted prey in the mountains.
During a hunting trip, Wu Tao's father brought back a bloody bronze statue. Because it was made of bronze and was somewhat valuable, he brought it back.
And this blood-stained bronze statue is the real culprit behind Wu Tao's premature senility.
In other words, Wu Tao was cursed by this bloody bronze statue.
"It's really interesting."
Wu Tao suddenly thought of something, and a smile appeared on his face: "This world doesn't look simple either."
Gently getting out of bed, he opened the door to the small room and walked outside to the living room.
In the hall, there is a bronze statue with a ferocious demon engraved on it.
The statue looks very rough. It is a demon god with thousands of arms and legs, fangs spread wide, and a pair of blood-red eyes.
"Huh?"
According to Wu Tao's careful observation, the crimson blood stains on the statue became darker and darker as time went by.
"What's going on?"
Taking the statue, Wu Tao inspected it carefully and found nothing wrong with it. Then he frowned and placed it on the table.
In this life, Wu Tao's mother was cooking medicine for Wu Tao outside the house.
The human civilization in this world is really too backward.
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This huge room is where several members of their family sleep. There is no so-called kitchen, bedroom, or even toilet.
The scent of medicine lingered in the air, causing Wu Tao to frown again.
The parents in this world looked for doctors everywhere in order to cure Wu Tao, who suffered from premature senility. Every day, they gave Wu Tao various herbal medicines day and night to recuperate his body.
Wu Tao takes several different herbs every day, and his parents also use some unknown herbs to make soup for him to soak in.
After taking the medicine, without his parents noticing, Wu Tao walked to a hidden corner against the bronze statue and carefully observed the bronze statue.
The power system of this world is very unique, and seems to be completely targeted at spiritual power and curse power.
In many surrounding tribes, many terrible events occur every day. These events are classified as the curse of the devil, and are divided into various grades depending on their power.
As for this world, the main force against the curse, the so-called shamans and prophets, also made Wu Tao feel a little disappointed.
The shamans and prophets in this world mainly rely on spiritual power, but the method used by shamans and prophets to improve their spiritual power and temper their souls is through the secret method of blood sacrifice of the devil...
Continuously nourish the soul in the body, and when the spiritual power in the body reaches a certain level, you can look for certain objects with special curses, and then use your own spiritual power to subdue the curse, and then you can obtain parts of the cursed objects.
With strength, he became a powerful shaman prophet.
However, the shaman prophets who gained great power not only did not protect their own people, but also oppressed them with their power, brainwashed and blinded them through their faith, in order to improve their status.
This is why this world is dominated by theocracy.
"The so-called curse is something like a spell."
"As for those so-called magical arts, they rely entirely on the power of the soul and spirit to deceive people.
Wu Tao in this life grew very slowly. Children from other families would be more than five feet tall when they were twelve or thirteen years old, but Wu Tao was only three feet tall.
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After carefully inspecting the blood-stained bronze statue again, Wu Tao discovered that in addition to bronze, the material of this statue should also be mixed with a very unique material.
"If you take it to the world of immortality, it should be worth some spiritual stones."
Putting down the statue in his hand, Wu Tao shook his head gently.
At this time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps nearby, and then a burly man with a thick beard, wearing yellow and white animal skin clothes, and carrying a dead deer on his shoulders hurriedly walked in.
"Father."
Seeing the person coming, Wu Tao spoke directly.
Seeing Wu Tao standing outside, Wu's father's face darkened. He was about to say something, but then he thought of something, and asked with a slightly calm expression: "Why are you here, carrying such a heavy statue?
"I often stay at home, and I feel a little uncomfortable when I go out for a walk. It's just a good way to relax." Wu Tao shook his head and explained.
"Damn it! Your mother doesn't care about you anymore. I will definitely talk to her well in the future!" Wu's father's face suddenly turned gloomy after hearing this. With his muscles, he looked a little scary.
But when facing Wu Tao, he seemed very kind.
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