The long river is slow and the road is blocked and difficult.
Suddenly there was a noise from ahead.
The black shadow looked up.
I saw a gap in the huge river of time, and the water of time gushes out from the gap, forming another tributary.
There are alien gods sitting in the gap.
The god gradually revealed his true form, with three eyes and four arms.
Feel the will to spy on you.
The deity's face changed, turning into a look of terror, and his divine power was released, shocking everyone in the world.
In the long river of time, a powerful divine will came over me, "Shiva, how about you give me this stream?"
"Boom!"
Suddenly there was the sound of drums.
Lord Shiva stood up and spread his arms.
Boom, boom, boom!
The drums beat continuously, and the body of Lord Shiva dances with the drums.
As he danced a strange dance, world-destroying flames bloomed.
The water of the long river of time is constantly transpiring amid the burning of these world-destroying flames.
All around, the weaker gods retreated in fright.
The powerful god snorted coldly and withdrew his will.
Countless peeping gods also left one after another.
Lord Shiva stopped dancing and stood on one leg, holding a trident in one hand and a bow in the other. The remaining two hands were placed in front of him, with his right hand facing up and his left hand facing down.
After performing this weird action, divine power surged out from around Shiva, turning into a divine ring behind him.
On the divine ring, hands grow out and make various handprints.
Below Lord Shiva, the roaring tributaries of the Time River slowly calm down and flow into the distance.
Tianzhu, Gilat City, in the slums.
"Okay, let's give you something to eat."
"Merciful benefactor, please save my child."
Dozens of poor people, skinny as a stick.
Aamir Tiwedi was walking in the slums and felt compassion when he saw these poor people. He ordered more than a dozen servants behind him to give away coins.
Poor people lie on the ground picking up money.
Because of the competition for coins, many poor people started fighting.
A woman was pushed, staggered back, and bumped into Amir Tiwedi's leg.
The woman was frightened and immediately fell to the ground, trembling.
The dozens of poor people around him no longer dared to fight for coins, and they all prostrate themselves on the ground.
Amir said angrily: "You untouchables! You have made a big mistake by touching a Brahmin."
Chengchengcheng!
Behind him, more than a dozen strong slaves drew their machetes and rushed into the crowd to kill them.
The poor people did not dare to run away, let alone resist. They could only crawl on the ground and beg.
However, what awaits them is not mercy and forgiveness, but the light of a sword.
In less than a minute, dozens of poor people, regardless of age or sex, fell into a pool of blood.
Thick blood flowed along the dirty stone slabs of the streets.
"They are all poor people."
"But you have soiled my path."
Amir waved his hand, and a flame flew out, burning the entire street to white ground.
He stepped out, his clean shoes stepping on the smooth stone floor.
At this moment, in the center of Gilat City, the huge stone statue of Lord Shiva suddenly emitted thousands of rays of light.
Amir was stunned for a moment, and then, with his heart beating wildly, he knelt down to the stone statue of Lord Shiva.
Then, the aura on his body increased at a speed visible to the naked eye.
…
Time flows.
The tributaries created by Lord Shiva have stabilized.
The god, whose whole body was shrouded in black gloom, withdrew his gaze, turned around, and continued to move forward along the long river of time.
Every once in a while, a god will dig into the river of time and open its tributaries.
This Lord Shiva is just one of them.
Not far away, gods also stopped and tried to dig the river bank.
In this long river of time, there are countless planes and countless gods.
However, most of the gods perished in the wash of the water of time.
The shadow continued to move forward.
This is just the middle reaches.
He has the ability to open tributaries here and extend time for the underworld of Kyushu.
But he didn't do that.
He wanted to go forward and go deeper into the long river of time.
The river of time is narrowing.
The water of time is getting less and less.
Countless gods are grabbing the water of time, fighting for time for themselves and for the believers of their race.
One day, the river of time will dry up.
If time does not exist, it will be destroyed.
The black shadow walked a few steps and remembered something.
He hesitated for a moment, pulled out a trace of black divine power from the center of his eyebrows, and put it into the river of time.
All around, gods were looking at that trace of black divine power with greedy eyes.
But no god took action.
Powerful gods look down upon this divine power.
Weak gods dare not offend this powerful Yin God from Kyushu.
As a result, that magical power flowed smoothly along the long river of time.
…
The sky above Tongzhou Fucheng.
Li Xiang hit it with another hammer.
Another piece of Kyushu's national destiny was smashed into the emperor's sword.
But Li Xiang found that every time he swung the stone hammer, the stone hammer became heavier.
When the stone hammer was swung tenth time, the weight of the stone hammer was already twice as heavy as at the beginning.
And only one-tenth of the power of national destiny is embedded in the Emperor's Sword.
Li Xiang continued to swing the stone hammer.
From the scar of the tiger's mouth, Yin Qi continued to overflow, wrapping the stone hammer and covering the stone platform.
Every time he swung the stone hammer, Li Xiang's face became paler.
Soon, he began to pant, his movements became slower and slower, and it became difficult to even lift the stone hammer.
Every time the hammer falls, the heaven and earth in this area shake.
The resistance of the Emperor's Sword is getting stronger and stronger.
Li Xiang began to vomit blood continuously, and his soul continued to vibrate, and phantoms appeared one after another.
Zhu Yan frowned and wanted to stop him, but he still held back.
The magic weapon has spirit.
Once this opportunity is missed, it will be more difficult to forge the national destiny of Kyushu into the emperor's sword in the future.
The majestic red flames surged out of Zhu Yan's body and turned into hundreds of restrictions, binding the Emperor's Sword.
The Emperor's sword trembled violently.
The restrictions collapsed one after another, and new red flame restrictions condensed.
Zhu Yan swallowed with some difficulty and looked at Li Xiang worriedly, his expression becoming solemn.
He didn't expect that just a projection could be so powerful.
It's not like he has never seen an artifact before.
Lao Zhou's long bow, Long Wu's axe, Emperor Shitian's wine flask...
But none of those artifacts are as ferocious as this Emperor's Sword.
While fighting against yourself.
It actually eats the master.
Sure enough, the things in the underworld cannot be measured by common sense.
Bang.
Another hammer blow.
Li Xiang's soul was shocked and left his body.
But as soon as he gritted his teeth, his spirit returned and he grasped the stone hammer tightly again.
If this continues, I'm afraid this kid will belch on the spot before the power of national destiny is embedded in the sword.
Still too weak.
If Li Xiang reaches the eighth or ninth level, with his own help...
Zhu Yan sighed and said: "Stop, your current strength is not enough."
Li Xiang didn't pay attention at all, his body shook, he raised the stone hammer tremblingly, and hit it again.
Bang.
The huge force of the counter-shock shook the stone hammer away, and Li Xiang also flew backwards.
While flying upside down, the soul completely separated from the body.
A flash of anger flashed in Li Xiang's eyes.
Countless rays of Yin Qi flew out of the phantom of the soul, grabbed the physical body, and forcibly pulled the soul back.
Li Xiang was in a trance for a while, then picked up the fallen stone hammer and walked unsteadily towards the stone platform.
Zhu Yan was a little angry, "This stone hammer is made of the Sky-Mending Stone. If it is used forcefully, it will shock the soul and cause irreversible damage. You..."
Li Xiang seemed not to hear at all. He walked to the front of the stone platform, raised the stone hammer high, and struck it down again.
"I'm stunned!" Zhu Yan stretched out his right hand and was about to grab the stone hammer.
But at this moment.
Above the sky, a giant door opened.
Zhu Yan's pupils shrank, "Realm Gate!"
From within the realm gate, a black divine power surged out and flew towards the sky above Fucheng.
"Divine power?" Zhu Yan was stunned for a moment, and then said in horror, "No, this is..."
He was horrified and retreated crazily.
Black divine power was poured into the Emperor's Sword.
The Emperor's Sword fell silent for an instant, and then took the initiative to absorb the power of Kyushu's national destiny into the sword's body.
In the sky of the underworld, golden threads appeared, slowly floating and swimming.
The jet-black blade of the Emperor's Sword has traces of golden threads of national destiny emerging from it.
Li Xiang subconsciously held the hilt of the sword.
The next moment.
The sky over the entire Kyushu Kingdom turned from day to night.
More than 8,000 cities and billions of people look to the sky.
In the Temple of War, there is a statue of the God of War, looking up at the sky.
In Xuanwu City, Emperor Shitian looked at the sky, his eyes constantly changing.
At this moment, in the sky of Kyushu, there is no sun, no stars and moon, only... an upside-down world.
That world was gloomy and terrifying, with ancient cities and terrifying mountains, and countless ghosts and ghosts roaming around.
Zhu Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, "Is this... the underworld?"
A golden thread appeared on his wrist, rising slowly.
A silk thread also appeared on the hand of Palace Master Xiao Kun and flew upward.
He was horrified to find that in the entire Tongzhou City, whether they were returnees, soldiers, or ordinary people, everyone had a thread drilled out of their wrist and flying towards the sky.
Countless threads, densely packed.
At this moment, there are more than 8,000 cities on the northern frontline, the entire Kyushu Kingdom, billions of people, billions of silk threads, flying into the sky, flying to that upside-down world.
A familiar voice sounded in Li Xiang's mind.
[Connecting the two realms of Yin and Yang, restarting reincarnation]
[Reward 10% compatibility]
[The current compatibility is 78%, and when the compatibility reaches 80%, the Ten Palaces of Yama will be unlocked]
