The reverberation of the sword still lingers in this world, but the tragic and magnificent scene can no longer be seen in the front. The palace of the Emperor of Heaven is moving at a speed that can span worlds. Behind the boundless mist of time and space is what is called
The reflection of the small world in the small world...
Emperor Jun often wanders around in many small worlds.
He has even visited the human world many times.
Compared with the great road of heaven and earth, even the gods who control power and concepts are still just Yu Yu's lone seeker. To uphold oneself, one should also be open-minded. This is what the emperor of heaven once said, but now, among these many small worlds,
Even light cannot dissipate the mark of the sword light.
After a long time, the god general murmured: "Is that the human race..."
The hunchbacked old man replied: "It's the human race."
"Are humans such a ferocious race?"
This time the old man took a while and said:
"It's always been like this."
"There is no contradiction between the strength of the will and the weakness of the body."
The hunchbacked old man looked outside and said: "The emperor once traveled to many small worlds, including the human world. When he was discussing Taoism with an old man, the old man was far less powerful than the emperor, but his wisdom was very high. He said,
Gods only have power, not strength."
"He who conquers others is powerful; he who conquers himself is strong."
The god general murmured: "He who conquers others is powerful; he who conquers himself is strong..."
He smiled bitterly: "It seems that those of us who move mountains and reclaim seas are not considered strong in his eyes? The sky is powerful, and beasts are also powerful to humans, but they cannot be said to be strong.
"
The old man said: "That's it...so, the strong men in the human race and the strong men in the divine race have each other's dignity at the same level."
The god general asked: "Who said this?"
"It's called Dan."
The hunchbacked old man replied: "During the Western Zhou Dynasty, the emperor of heaven was worshiped. The emperor once transformed into a mortal son. In the capital of the Western Zhou Dynasty, I met a young man named Li Dan. He had the gift of three fruits. He was a neighbor to each other and often interacted with each other. The emperor saw that
Let's run around with him all our lives, and then make a bet with each other."
The god will be curious: "Bet, what to bet on?"
As a divine general, I have always been very curious about the experience of the Emperor of Heaven.
"I don't know what the bet is."
"I don't know what the bet is."
The old man said: "I only know that there is this clause in their bet. The old man cannot leave the capital of Zhou on his own initiative."
"So, did the emperor win?"
"No...the bet has been stopped."
The old man's voice paused: "That year, Confucius passed away."
"The world has changed."
"A young man rode a green bull and entered the capital of Zhou."
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The hunchbacked old man shook his head, "The young man forced Lao Danban to take him out. It is said that the emperor laughed and talked about human affairs that day. The so-called wonderful fate is nothing more than this. The bet does not necessarily need to win or lose. Come here for fun and return happily.
, meeting by chance is also a wonderful thing."
Speaking of the past events, the old man was also sighing. He raised his head and saw that King Yu, who was struggling violently before, became uncharacteristically quiet at this moment and no longer roared and laughed. It was as if his entire body had lost its strength and had to be supported by chains.
Only then can I stand, instead of standing proudly like before.
The head hangs down, and the gray hair looks like weeds.
There is no life at all, like a candle in the wind.
The hunchbacked old man called out many times, but King Yu no longer responded like before. The old man's eyes were extremely complicated. As he sighed, he suddenly felt a burning pain in his arms. He groaned, and that thing was like a
He threw the red-hot iron sand into his arms, and the pain lasted forever.
He subconsciously stretched out his hand and pulled it, and finally threw the unbearably hot thing out despite the stinging pain.
Those were three jade books, on which the last letters written by King Yu Zhenling to his friends and wife slowly lit up. Each word seemed to be ignited by flames, and finally collapsed and disappeared like smoke.
There is a saying that a final letter seems to be a sign of reluctance.
In fact, when I wrote this letter, it just meant that I had given up on continuing.
There were exclamations in the distance.
The hunchbacked old man stumbled over and stood there blankly, speechless for a long time.
The bronze lamp that was supposed to be extinguished today is burning slowly with a dark red flame.
King Yu was pulled by the chains, his head hung down, and his gray hair looked like weeds.
But beneath the weeds lies new life.
The gray and desolate grasslands full of ruins are just waiting for spring to come.
He who conquers others is powerful, and he who conquers himself is strong.
Human will can be passed on.
Do you believe it?
The old man looked at the slowly burning light and was speechless.
Passing the torch.
Everlasting life.
It is the duty of those who carry on the past and the future to pass on the fire burned by the pioneers again.
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In the sky of the wilderness, for ten days, the vision of burning mountains and boiling seas appeared again.
Then a golden cold light rose into the sky, as if to shatter this vast and majestic scene into pieces. The fierce battle continued, and at this time, dozens of escaping lights of gods flew through the sky.
"Damn, this is the right direction, right?"
"That's right, I feed those strange beasts, and they do come in this direction."
The god from the country of Siyou broke out in cold sweat on his forehead.
"The emperor is currently in seclusion. If he is discovered by the emperor after he comes out of seclusion..."
As long as the gods thought about how the emperor discovered this ridiculous scene after leaving seclusion, they felt extremely guilty and wished to commit suicide on the spot. So after identifying the direction, they continued running, completely ignoring the danger ahead, with only the only thought in their hearts.
The guilt lasts forever.
Therefore, they passed through the northwest corner of the wilderness and passed Buzhou Fuzi Mountain.
There is a saying in the Taoist school: the turtle takes a breath and closes his breath, lingering as if there is something there or not, in order to combine with the great way.
Wei Yuan opened his eyes suddenly and gasped violently. When he was seriously injured, the Taoist skills he carried naturally entered the state of turtle breath and breath holding. When the gods passed by, the crisis instinct stimulated the body, and from the turtle breath
The inner breath was transferred out, and as soon as he woke up, Wei Yuan's face became distorted.
His fingers were clasped on the ground, and his body was shaking violently.
It hurts, it hurts!
MD's injections never hurt this much when he was a kid.
Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and took a while to regain his composure. The penetrating wound on his shoulder had not yet healed. In other words, the penetrating wound on his shoulder had entered through his shoulder, rubbed against his spine, and pierced through his lower right abdomen.
The gun directly melted a hole in his body. If he hadn't been a god, he would have died long ago.
God of the sun.
The so-called God of the Great Sun in Northern India is simply not on the same level as the Golden Crow.
Wei Yuan's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He raised his head while supporting his sword and saw the unconscious Chang Xi next to him.
Just before he finally passed out, Wei Yuan directly locked his throat and shocked his soul with divine power, knocking out the imperial concubine Chang Xi. He staggered to his feet and saw the old man holding his waist and throwing himself on the street, his expression changed.
, stood up suddenly, but his body froze due to the severe pain in his body.
I wanted to walk over with my sword, only to find that only the hilt and one-third of the sword body were left with the Chang'an sword. The front had grazed the javelin formed by the concept of the sun. If there was only so much left, it was already
The mythical concept is strong enough.
Finally, Wei Yuan cut a branch and staggered over like a cane.
The old man lay down in a prone position.
Because my waist was knocked down, my posture at this moment was quite avant-garde.
Wei Yuan squatted down, checked the old man's condition, and then touched the bones: "There are no Qi pulses, so he is not human, but he has bones. It seems that he was knocked down and his lumbar vertebrae were knocked down, and his lumbar disc is a bit herniated."
"Well, this...it seems like it's an old injury."
"Finally, I hit him again."
"We can't delay it anymore..."
Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and stood up, carefully laying the old man's body flat.
A certain mountain god who had to pretend to be in a coma was confused because he found out that the second time he was eating melon, a young boy hit him with an iron head and herniated the intervertebral disc in his waist.
Gonggong is much better.
Although the level of iron head is almost unparalleled.
But at least this one knew how to change the old man's posture.
Huh? Strange, what is he going to do?
Why are you lifting my legs?
Why are you sitting on my back?
Um??
Wait, this posture...
Wei Yuan squatted in a horse stance, then gently sat on the old man's back to use his strength, stretched out his arms, endured the severe pain of the wound, clamped the old man's legs under his elbows, and then took two deep breaths.
The bone-setting technique of the Tone and Qi Dao Sect is exclusive to the Celestial Master of the Taiping Dao.
Huh? What kind of physical fitness is this that you can’t actually pull?
Buzhou Mountain God, who pretended to be faint, sneered in his heart, he was one of the top ten after all.
who do you think You Are?
Wei Yuan frowned. Although using magic power at this moment would seriously injure himself, he could never leave this old man here. After all, he was the one who caused it. He gritted his teeth and became angry all over his body. One of Tiangang's Thirty-six Divine Powers threatened him.
Mountains surpass the power of the sea.
Get it up for me!
Use strong force, pull and pull, and twist hard.
Buzhou Mountain God noticed something similar to his own concept. He was shocked and was about to speak.
Young boy, stop!
"wait……"
Click!!!
Click!
Click!!!
Three times in a row.
Very rhythmic.
"ah!!!"
Buzhou Mountain God yelled and rolled his eyes. Because he had just woken up and had not activated the mythical concept defense, this time he really fainted from the pain.
Wei Yuan breathed out, and the wound burst open and blood flowed out. However, as mentioned earlier, the old man seemed to have recovered. At least the overly protruding waist disc was forcibly broken back by Wei Yuan using ancient bone-setting methods.
I don’t know how I got the old injuries from before.
The sound of bones colliding was extremely clear.
Looking around, there was a wilderness. There was nothing on this mountain. Wei Yuan couldn't remember how he got here. Did this old man come here for a walk? He was hit by himself? So where is his home? Where is his family?
?
After Dayi died, he didn't know what happened.
Wei Yuan's mind raced and he knew that he couldn't stay here much longer. In his current state, if another group of divine generals came, he would be handed over here on the spot. He looked at the imperial concubine Chang Xi over there, who seemed to be unable to stand Wei Yuan.
Yuan frowned, then opened his eyes.
"There may be pursuers. I want you to go with me."
Chang Xi raised his handsome brows with a reserved sneer: "Do you think I will agree?"
Wei Yuan took out the broken and melted Chang'an sword with his backhand, but it was still sharp.
The art of negotiation between civil servants of the ancient human race: Directly passed down!
Level·MAX.
The teachers were Xingtian, Chiyou, Xuanyuan and Gonggong.
Chang Xi stared at Wei Yuan's sword, was silent for a moment, and said: "I need a carriage."
"Why are you in so much trouble?"
Wei Yuan complained, but because of China's treatment of prisoners of war and the need for this amulet, Wei Yuan chose to cut down the wood and make a two-wheeled cart, which is used to push bricks on human construction sites.
"You actually want me to sit here?"
Chang Xi's moon-like eyes widened.
The leader of the guard hall took out his sword with his backhand.
Angry red appeared on Chang Xi's fair and cold skin.
Then he lifted up the hem of his light blue skirt, stood up obediently, took out a piece of spiritual material that looked like it was made from the stars, sat on it, looked around and found vines, and lifted up the old man who was hit hard on the waist pole.
Also fixed with vines.
"You want to take Him with you?"
"After all, it was me who hurt Him."
Wei Yuan replied.
"Besides, if you stay here, you may attract the divine general just now."
"He needs to be taken to a safe place and allowed to return to his home."
Wei Yuan straddled his sword on one side, then carried the old man on his back, pushing the cart. The veins on his forehead were stretched, and he pushed the cart up. It came from the injuries caused by unknown gods and the God of the Sun.
The power made him feel as if he was being cut into pieces by a thousand cuts at the same time, and at the same time a hundred nurses were injecting injections into the gaps between his nails. It hurt like hell. He was now surprised that he could still move, and immediately felt annoyed.
If it weren't for Zhu Jiuyin being unable to be contacted here.
He must have a better solution.
Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, but suddenly understood what Zhulong had said before, what would happen if he was not around one day.
The charm of some people can attract heroes and heroes of this era, but this is not enough. If you want to take on everything and illuminate the darkness, then you must lose all your companions and still walk on this path.
The ability and heart to go down.
He suddenly understood Xuanyuan.
I suppressed my thoughts, carried my injuries on my back, endured the severe pain, and left here.
As for Buzhou Mountain God, who was in a coma, he was completely unaware of the situation.
He was carried away from his hometown.
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When future generations talk about that legendary era, they can't avoid the names that are as bright as the stars. Did the heroes shape the era, or did the ups and downs of the era make the heroes stand out, or is it both, which cannot be truly detailed.
Let’s be clear, but one thing is clear.
The existence of heroes makes the times more magnificent.
The grandeur of the times makes every name shine.
Among these countless legendary names, one of them was the first time that he was known to all the creatures in the wilderness and the eight wildernesses. This was also the beginning of the name resounding throughout the wilderness and the three realms.
It started with the kidnapping of the imperial concubine Chang Xi and the Buzhou Mountain God at the same time.
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