It was a dream. Lin Zixuan slept for a long time. The tribe in ancient times, the amiable grandfather, and the enthusiastic and hard-working father and mother in the dream seemed so real that he couldn't get rid of it in his mind.
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Lin Zixuan was a little lost. He seemed unwilling to wake up. In this world, he was lonely and helpless, but there, he felt the warmth of the world. There was no intrigue among the tribesmen, it was so natural and beautiful.
Lin Zixuan cried, and his heart hurt a little. What will happen to his father and mother after he leaves? Who will protect the tribe? Will the ancestors be sad?
Thinking of the familiar faces of his tribe, Lin Zixuan felt even more bitter, especially Yun'er, who had grown up with his childhood sweetheart. He felt most uneasy. He beat his chest with both hands, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes.
Slowly, his body began to tremble, and there seemed to be a flame burning in his body. His sad emotions made him unable to suppress the turbulent spiritual energy in his body. Under the autonomous operation of the Thirteen Blood Palace, the overflowing blood actually turned the top of the Star Reaching Tower into blood.
of Huangquan.
The Blood Mansion continued to twist and turn, and the burning feeling in Lin Zixuan's body became more intense. His whole body began to ache, and his bones crackled. Endless spiritual energy was absorbed into his body. This sudden increase in spiritual energy was like fuel.
Like a potion, it ignited the fiery aura in his body, and it instantly surged to its peak.
"boom!"
His blood began to boil violently, and waves of majestic power exploded in his body. A large number of veins burst out, and the blood overflowing from his pores was evaporated by the high temperature and turned into blood mist.
Lin Zixuan let out a roar. He was unwilling to let his fate be in the hands of others. He wanted to become stronger, strong enough to change the world and reverse time and space. At this moment, in his eyes, there was no longer sadness, but determination and determination.
A terrifying aura rose up in Lin Zixuan's body, his eyes burned like flames, and a wave more powerful than the blood spirit realm suddenly spread around him with him as the center.
His body was transforming, and blood lines emerged from his forehead. In an instant, ten lines of wild blood condensed. At the same time, the indestructible black and white blood in the sea of consciousness also cracked a crack, and then
At this moment, a strange light fell directly from the sky and poured into Lin Zixuan's body.
When he was about to complete the breakthrough, the spiritual energy in the tower was swirling with unprecedented intensity. Lin Zixuan stabilized his mind and looked intently. They were thirty-two portals, standing ancient and eternal in the mid-air.
, he knew that the last hurdle to advance to the Blood Soul Realm had arrived.
The calamity of the blood soul lies in opening up, and the calamity of the blood soul lies in the destruction.
The thirty-two portals symbolize the thirty-two shackles in the human body and are the source of power in the body. The monks need to break them with force to make the body flawless.
Lin Zixuan flew into the air. Under the operation of the Thirteen Blood Palace, he punched forward. The terrifying power rolled like an overwhelming force, and the seven portals were instantly shattered. At the same time, he took a step forward, calmly and calmly, and directly destroyed the four punches.
Eighth gate.
“Bang bang bang!”
The sixteenth level portal, the seventeenth level portal, and the eighteenth level portal were shattered one after another. Lin Zixuan did not stop because of this, but became more and more crazy. His eyes were full of desire for power.
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In the void, there are two pairs of eyes that have been watching him. They stand above the stars. If you look carefully, you will find two figures, one is a drunken young man in white clothes, and the other is an old man with white hair playing chess.
"Is this fair to him?" The young man in white said drunkenly.
"If you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight." The old man replied lightly, and then concentrated on playing chess.
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"I won't give in to the twenty-sixth portal. I will never stop here." Lin Zixuan roared. His fists were bloody, but he seemed to feel no pain, and he smashed forward again and again.
Go, after more than sixty blows, the portal was completely shattered.
In the blink of an eye, he rushed towards the twenty-seventh portal.
At the same time, in the black and white blood species, the big-headed baby looked at the mysterious old man and asked: "Old guy, what are you waiting for?"
"An opportunity, an opportunity for our clan to reappear." The old man's eyes were blazing, and the fragmentation of the black and white blood was a sign. This child would be the key to the revival of his clan in the future.
"The twenty-eighth gate is here. It's time to help him." A holy lotus flower appeared in the hand of the mysterious old man. When he put his five fingers together, the lotus withered quickly. At the same time, the lotus' interior weakened.
The source of vitality is a drop of blood wrapped in a lotus stamen.
"The blood of the immortal is enough to bring that boy back to the top." The mysterious old man smiled slightly. The plan of the immortal in the snowy land thousands of years ago turned out to be this guy's wedding dress.
Wisps of pure life breath emanated from the black and white blood species, nourishing Lin Zixuan's body and repairing his wounds. Countless dirt and blood were discharged from the surface of his body. He seemed to have been washed away and glowed.
newborn.
He raised his head to the sky and roared, blasting through the twenty-eighth portal with one punch, and then used all his strength to smash the two subsequent portals one by one until he stopped in front of the thirty-first portal.
It was a gloomy and strange gate, completely pitch-black, with several terrifying patterns carved on it, including a Rakshasa holding a trident, a resentful woman spitting out a long scarlet tongue, an imp in a frying pan, and a Yin soldier soaked in a pool of blood...
"Anyone whose sins are too serious to be tolerated in the world and who are not saved by the Buddha will go to the endless hell and never be reincarnated." The evil ancient voice echoed in the air, and the portal seemed to have infinite magic power, seducing Lin Zixuan and making him let go.
With clenched fists, he knelt down willingly to be punished.
"Boy Lin, get up." The mysterious old man shouted anxiously.
Lin Zixuan seemed to have not heard anything, and reflected expressionlessly, confessing the sins he had committed one by one.
"Anyone who hides the truth from others should be punished!"
"Those who kill and eat meat should be punished!"
"Those who practice evil ways should be punished!"
The voice was cold and majestic, like a judgment on fate. After listing Lin Zixuan's crimes, a monstrous evil spirit burst out of the door. A blood-red crescent-shaped death sickle materialized in front of the door. Lin Zixuan looked at it with pleasure.
It was a figure standing like a demon, a purgatory Shura covered in blood.
The cold wind slapped Lin Zixuan's face, his eyes were empty, and he watched the bloody Shura walking towards him step by step, still indifferent.
"Get up, you loser." The mysterious old man roared hysterically. Lin Zixuan still didn't hear it. He knelt there and waited for the sickle to harvest his life.
"Dong...dong...dong!" The footsteps became clearer and clearer, and the throbbing heartbeat in Shura's body could be heard from close by. If you look carefully, you will find that there is a trace of excitement in those blood-red eyes.
"It's hopeless. The thousand-year hope of our clan has been wasted." The mysterious old man repeated over and over again with a look of death in his eyes.
At this moment, the strange light that had earlier integrated into Lin Zixuan's body was transforming into a sub-image, which was cyclically evolving in his mind.
The picture recorded countless astrologers worshiping the sun, moon and stars and reciting ancient songs devoutly.
As if influenced by the magical song, Lin Zixuan's eyes glowed with clarity. His consciousness began to wake up, and his eyes immediately turned sharp. The black blade transformed in his hands, and the movement of space power caused him to burst into extreme speed.
, a ghostly afterimage seemed to appear in the flat ground, and after just a moment of breathing, hot blood splashed into the air.
The tip of the Dark Demon's sword was stained red with blood, and Lin Zixuan sealed his throat with one sword!!
"Human, you dare to kill a god. It is an unforgivable crime and a crime that cannot be punished!" An angry voice came from the door of hell. The door trembled violently, and in an instant, it turned into pieces of black mist and disappeared.
What greeted us was no howling gods or ghosts, but a majestic and majestic portal covered with holy golden light. It was made entirely of gold and was filled with the majesty of the emperor.
"This is the Holy Sect of the Holy Emperor. According to legend, no one without the blood of the Golden Spirit can be sought, and no one without the qualifications of the Holy Path can meet." The mysterious old man's tone was solemn, with a faint hint of envy.
The portal is unfathomable. It is not as gloomy and weird as the gate to hell. Instead, it is upright and sacred and inviolable.
The door slowly opened, and a heroic man wearing an imperial robe and an imperial crown stepped forward.
"Why don't my people kneel down when they see me?" The voice was domineering and majestic, revealing an irresistible and supreme pressure.
Lin Zixuan was unhappy in his heart. What did he mean? He made himself kneel down as soon as they met. Such an emperor would probably be a coward.
"My knees hurt and I can't kneel down." Lin Zixuan said solemnly, pretending to be righteous.
The mysterious old man's heart felt as if he had been trampled by thousands of horses. After living for hundreds of centuries, this was the first time he heard someone talk such serious nonsense.
"Bastard! My patience is limited." The emperor's face gradually changed color, and his eyes burst out with rays of light as sharp as knives, and he scolded sternly.
"Then just don't wait any longer." Lin Zixuan couldn't help but said, punching away with his fist, "Don't worry about the gods, Buddhas, gods and demons, I will defeat you with one punch."
"Evil obstacle, no king, arrogant and rude." As the emperor turned his hands, golden thunder condensed in mid-air, and the calamity clouds covered him, exuding an aura of destruction and shrouding Lin Zixuan.
The golden tribulation thunder was violent and dangerous, like a big hand hanging from the sky, and it suddenly pressed down on Lin Zixuan's body. An unspeakable force of suppression instantly enveloped his whole body. He felt as if he was trapped in a quagmire, unable to move.
Lin Zixuan's body began to bend, and the huge and heavy pressure made his face turn pale. His legs began to wiggle, but he still stood upright.
"Persistently stubborn?" The emperor glanced at him contemptuously, and a force ten times stronger than the force swept over him. Lin Zixuan's internal organs trembled violently, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. His breath became weak, but the look in his eyes
The brilliance of determination has not diminished at all.
The silent stalemate lasted for dozens of minutes. His back was dripping with blood, and his eyes were filled with hatred. Time passed slowly, and his body finally became overwhelmed and fell down.
In my drowsiness, I vaguely heard the old and familiar song playing again.
"Astrology has ancestors, which create the sun and the moon, create mountains and rivers, and have spiritual methods that reach the sky to bless the people of all generations and live forever; astrology has clans, which lead the stars to temper the body, perform divination, expand territories, and bring prosperity..."
At this moment, in the depths of the galaxy, an unknown force was quietly awakening. It shed holy light in the sky, fell on Lin Zixuan, and repaired his limbs.
After a long time, Lin Zixuan miraculously stood up. At the same time, a storm seemed to be gathering in the void. It was the soaring force emanating from his body. It broke through the sky and disrupted the calamity clouds.
The stars were in the sky, shining on the earth. Lin Zixuan's hair was disheveled, and his whole body was bathed in the starry sky. The magic sword he held was slightly raised, pointing directly in the direction of the emperor.
"Astrology tribe! Are you from the Astrology tribe?! Shouldn't this race have been extinct tens of thousands of years ago?" Looking at Lin Zixuan's changes, the emperor looked panicked and extremely unbelievable.
Lin Zixuan's face was expressionless. He pointed the long sword in his hand towards the sky and waved it. The galaxy suddenly rolled up violently. The endless stars moved according to his will, condensing into countless bright meteors and falling towards the ground, overwhelming the sky.
Swept out.
Looking at the golden figure submerged in the sea of stars, Lin Zixuan finally calmed down, and his heart gradually dropped. He looked at the starry sky and murmured at the corner of his mouth, "This technique is the first astrological magical power I have used. It's called